Beautiful moon light danced patterns on Juliet's soft, golden skin as she stood at the river's edge. As she glanced over her left shoulder, pushing her long brown-red locks behind her ear with one hand, she could still flickers of candle light darting over tree trunks, growing farther and farther away. They looked like fireflies, making steady paths away from her until one by one they vanished into the darkness.

The night was foggy, giving an ominous feel to the dark and dismal forest. Wind whispered through the branches of the multitude of trees, hauntingly sweet and hushed noises. A few crickets chirped a sad lullaby all around her, light enough to not annoy the girl but not too quiet so she couldn't hear the oddly beautiful song they made with their legs.

A gentle sigh escaped her full, rosy lips as she pulled the twin towel off of her body, where it had been wrapped around her like a tiny dress, and discarded it on the ground. She kicked off a pair of simple sandals before raking her fingers through her long wavy tendrils which stopped just at the tip of her butt. The Gypsy woman pulled the abundance of thick hair over one shoulder and gracefully glided closer to the river, bending her right knee and sticking the big toe on her left foot into the barely moving current of dark water.

It was a summer night in 1939, and the water was cool and refreshing compared to the heat she had experienced through out the day. She tilted her face up towards the stars, her eyes tracing the Little Dipper and then the Big Dipper. The constellations made her lips pull up at the corners, producing a dimple on the left side of her mouth. Little Dipper and Big Dipper, little sister and big brother, her and Demetri. She sent out a silent prayer, wishing and hoping for her brother to be OK, that he went through another day without his cover being blown.

Juliet was a long five foot ten and a half, tall for a girl. She was a lean 129 pounds, with curves in just the right places and an hourglass figure. Her eyes were the color of the German sky in the day time, with long dark eyelashes casting shadows on her high cheek bones in the light illuminating from the seemingly close moon.

The Nazi-Rebel leader stretched her now bare limbs, her nudity secluded in the isolated river in the forest. At last she cracked her knuckles and jumped into the slow moving river, the cool temperature at first making her bones shake inside her shivering skin. As she surfaced back up, kicking her long legs to propel herself to the surface, she breathed in the warm summer air. As she kicked her legs to stay floating, the cool temperature's effect seemed to vanish in thin air.

Her kind, the Gypsies though they preferred to be called Romas, moved around often, afraid to stay in one place two long. They all lived in large tents at the moment, which were hard to come by but very large and spacious. Growing up that way, Juliet Sophia LaRaux actually loved her way of life. Well, loved it, before Hitler came into power. She had gotten to see many places, try different things, meet new people, and learn so much, including many languages. But that was before her parents were murdered and her people went into hiding.

Juliet hummed a soft Roma lullaby as she rubbed her personal soap bar all over her body, the reflection of the moon present int he water and making the soft waves glisten and sparkle like diamonds. The beautiful nineteen year old found footing on the bottom of the river, able to stand barely unmoved by the barely-there current.

Suddenly a twig snapped, a sound Juliet had learned early on to look out for. She was extremely aware of her surroundings, noticing the most minute movement, the most hushed sound. This time was no exception, and she froze, the soap slipping out of her hand in the current. She heard more rustling, the sound of foot steps. Heavy, boot clad foot steps. And the only heavy stepping, large boot wearing people she knew of were the Nazis. Though she thought she only heard one set of footsteps, fear still squeezed her heart as tight as possible.

Her heart beat in her chest like a caged butterfly dying to get out, her breath catching in her throat. She slowly swam closer to the river's edge, desperately reaching for her towel. It was just out of grasp, and to get it she would have to get out of the river, which would defeat the purpose of staying hidden in the water.

Stifling an exasperated groan, Juliet ducked her head under the clear water and slowly pulled back up, so that everything below her eyes was under the water.

She bent her knees, crouching low and still peering above the water, a few droplets of water dropping from her thick eyelashes and back into the river itself. Her hands clenched under the water and she felt a slight tremble pass through her body, a chill making its cold path down her spine.

As her eyes watched a shadow slowly moving closer, she took a large breath and dunked under the water, cheeks puffing out to hold the air in. If she was lucky, the mystery person would just move on by, away from the momentary Gypsy/Rebel hide out. If she was lucky, they wouldn't see her thin towel on the dark ground. If she was lucky, she'd go unnoticed and when she had to absolutely come up for air, they would be gone. But she had never been a lucky person.


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Another house. Oh, I hope it's empty, the blue eyed, blond haired twenty one year old male thought to himself. His uniform fit snug on his body, but Demetri wished he wasn't wearing it. Wished he didn't have to pose as his enemy, wished Hitler had never come to power. But no matter how much wishing he did, he knew he couldn't change things. At least not at the moment.

With the strap of his gun around his neck, hands on the rifle as he slowly opened the door, only three other Nazis with him, his eyes made a quick search of the room. As he hoped, no one was in the main living room. His sad blue eyes darted over the walls, taking in pictures of the members of the family that inhabited the house. He saw a large star of David adorning one wall and it made him cringe. He hoped they were long gone by now. Oh God how he hoped.

"Search the property, I'll look for the family," he ordered his troops, already having gained a high rank in the army. Though he didn't want to be in the spot he was in, he knew he was surviving a purpose. As a Rebel member under cover, he had to be careful what he said and did, but he knew he was helping the Cause.

"Sir, we should all search the house first," a young soldier said and stared him in the eye before looking away from the intensity of Demetri Mason LaRaux's glare.

"Did I say search the house first? Did I say tell me your thoughts and opinions? Did I say you could disobey the order I just gave? Answer me soldier," Demetri barked in an angry voice, making sure to act as possibly infuriated as he could. Obviously his acting abilities were working and he saw the three soldiers' faces go white. The soldier who had spoken out let out a mouse like 'yessir' and darted out of the house.

Sighing once the trio was gone, Demetri let go of his gun, letting it fall against his hard chest. His brow un-furrowed and he slowly stepped through the house. A dark book case was pushed against the wall and he used his strength to slide it out of the way, revealing a trap door in the wall. It was a commonly used disguise and he briefly glanced over his soldiers to make sure the lower Nazis weren't anywhere near.

He pulled open the door and four sets of terrified dark eyes blinked at him. Though it was night time, he could still see the faces and make out a mother and father clutching their son and daughter close. The siblings clasped hands together and the little girl, only six at most, let out a whimper.

Demetri put a finger up to his lips and made a barely audible 'shh'. They shook in fear and watched him carefully, predicting their deaths. "Hide here until morning. Do not leave no matter what. In the morning gather your things and head through the forest behind your home. Get to the coast. The boats there will take you away from here and to Sweden. Pack enough food for a few days and your closest belongings," he instructed in a deep, velvety voice.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you," the father said and clasped his hand, shaking it gratefully. Demetri grinned at them and shrugged his broad, strong shoulders, his pearly whites bright and shining.

"I'm part of the Rebel Cause. Just doing my part," he said with a wink and also shook the hand of the mother, as well as gently rubbing the two childrens' heads and pulled away from the door. He closed it as silent as a mouse and pushed the dark wood book shelf back into place just as sneakily, toned muscles easily moving it back.

His hands gingerly ran over the bookshelf and he quickly grabbed the Hebrew Bible and a family photo album. He grabbed a few other items such as two blankets from the couch and a family portrait from the wall, tucking them into the cupboard under the sink in the nearby, small kitchen. He left the door opened just a bit, knowing the mother of the family would notice it. He didn't want anyone who came in after him to destroy those few objects, and prayed that no one would find the family.

His long legs, he was six foot three and a quarter, swiftly carried him to the front door, clasping his hands behind his back as he watched his soldiers returned. They said there was no one nearby and still looked slightly afraid of him. The thought made him want to chuckle, but instead he cleared his throat to keep from letting the laugh out.

"No one inside. Must have already left. That's it for the night. Return to your homes or barracks," he ordered. The Nazi soldiers either lived in barracks or their own homes, though sometimes they inhabited Jewish houses they had taken after killing the actual owners. Luckily due to Demetri's rank, he was not forced to live in the barracks or a house with the other Nazis, and the other soldiers assumed he had a house he returned to.

The men all made their way back to the car, driving down a path where Demetri got out, the youngest soldier, eighteen, taking his place at the wheel. It would be a three mile walk back to the right path, then another mile for Demetri to get to the Gypsy get away he and his sister lived in.

Sighing to himself, he began making the trek back the way he had came, though he was glad it wasn't all too far from where he was. He let his mind wonder away, hands in the pockets of his uniform and his head in the clouds.

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