Note: i did NOT write this. If youve been on the internet for a long time, you should know it was written by "Beppo" on fanfiction net. But since almost all of her stories were removed and she left the internet, i would like to share it with everyone.

The Angel Of Death

Chapter I: The Family Arrives

A small Jewish family was living in the middle of Hungary in the prime of World War 2. A mother, a father, and a young daughter, afraid to stay in their own home because the Nazis were coming and taking them all away to live to places they did not know. The whole family was in torn, ratty clothes, the mother and daughter worn out, exhausted from all the hustle and bustle of trying to keep themselves alive, and the father, was barely able to stand from trying to protect his family.

All three of them had black hair and dark brown eyes. They looked liked Gypsies, but up until now, no one cared, outside of the normal school-yard taunting. Their hair was tangled, and matted to their heads from having to sleep on the cold floor to avoid capture. They had no time to brush it, either, because one wrong move could lead to their whole family being caught. They barely had time to think. They gathered as many personal items as they could carry in one trip, piled on layers upon layers of clothing, and dashed out of their small home into the cool darkness of early September. They had a plan that couldn't fail. Or so they thought. They were going to move in with this young, pretty German girl who was under the assumption that they too were German, and had nothing to do with anyone of Jewish decent. Though they looked much like gypsies, or at the very least NOT German, the girl did not ask too many questions.

They ran through the darkness, dodging trees and avoiding the headlights of passing cars, doing anything necessary not to get caught and taken away. They slipped through dark alleys, holding hands so that they would not be separated, and darted stealthily through a large, empty parking lot. They ran through a few more dark allies, when suddenly the father, who had been leading the family through the dark night, stopped.

The 6 year old daughter looked up at a tall, white building.

"Mommy, what's that?" She asked her mother, whose gaze was also fixed on the building before them.

"This is our home away from home, Helen. We have to stay here for a little while." Her mother replied.

"For how long?"

"Just until this awful war is over. Then we can go home."

"How long will that be?"

"Not to long honey"

"Do you promise?" Helen said, looking at her mother hopefully.

"I promise." Replied her mother, Gitta, who never broke her gaze on the building.

The father, Alex, lead his family up a long, white, enclosed staircase. He knocked on the door, blackened with the dark night, and stepped back. They waited for a few moments, and when nothing happened, Alex knocked again. This time a light flashed on in a window by the door. The door cracked open slightly, and a woman's voice answered through the crack, "Yes? Who is it?".

"It is Alex. I brought my family."

"OK," The woman replied, "one second."

The door closed, and a chain rattled. The door creaked opened again, and there stood a beautiful woman in a short, red silken night gown. She had long, flowing black hair and a PERFECT body that was all curves. She struggled to open her brownish green eyes in the bright light from the other room.

"I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow?" She said softly, as the small family passed by her to go inside.

"I know, Micki, and I'm sorry. Our neighborhood was getting a little hectic. The Nazis were taking all of our neighbors, our Jewish neighbors I mean, and bringing them... Somewhere. I don't know where, but their screaming and crying makes it hard for us to get to sleep at night."

"I understand. That must be a horrible sound to fall asleep to." Micki said, looking over at Gitta who was tucking her daughter in on the couch in the living room.

"It is." Alex replied, following Micki's gaze over to his wife and daughter.

He was very frightened. Not for himself, but for his family. He became more afraid for them as he stood in the doorway, watching them on the couch. He watched his beautiful wife tell his daughter that everything would be OK, but how could she be so sure? He couldn't help but wonder that if something happens to him, what will become of his family?

He was so trapped in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed that Micki had gone back to bed. He leaned up against the wall and watched as Gitta kissed their young daughter goodnight and gently brushed her hair out of her face until she was asleep. Everywhere else in the world, there was a horrible war going on, and he was terrified beyond words. But inside Miki's home, in the comfort of those four walls, he finally felt safe. He felt that his family was safe, and that made him forget abut everything else. Even in all of the commotion of the War, while stood there looking at his small family, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful his wife was. Watching her sit on the couch with their sleeping daughter, with the moonlight shining on her face, he realized that he was married to the most beautiful woman in the world. Whether or not anyone else would think that she is beautiful didn't matter to him at all, because he was in love. Nothing in the world makes a woman more beautiful then when she is in love.

Gitta stood up, walked over and put her arms around her husband's neck. He kissed her forehead and pulled her into a hug that seemed to last forever. And even that wasn't long enough.

After a few weeks had passed, they really started to feel safe. They, especially Helen, became very close with Micki. Helen may have only been six at the time, but Micki treated her like she was her best friend.

One night while Gitta, Alex, and Helen were sleeping in the living room, they heard a HUGE crash coming from a few feet away behind the front door. They immediately sat up and looked at each other, puzzled. They jumped out of bed, and backed against the farthest wall as the door came crashing down in front of them. They instinctively grabbed for each others hands, and tried to move, but they were paralyzed with fear. A few Nazi soldiers stormed in, took one look at the small Jewish family, and started to drag them out of the house bodily, while they screamed in terror.

Micki ran down the hall way from her bedroom, and started yelling at the remaining officers in her living-room.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" She screamed

"We are taking these Jews prisoner. And I am afraid that you are going to have to come too." Replied one of the officers.

He started toward Micki with his arm extended to grab hers, but she pulled her arm away and looked at Alex, who was the last of the family to leave the apartment, accusingly.

"Jews?" She repeated angrily, "They told me that they were Germans."

"Yeah, sure. You are coming with us." The officer said, grabbing her arm.

"Wait!" Micki yelled, trying to pull out of the officer's grasp, "Why are you taking me?"

"For housing these Jews." The officer answered simply, as he and his fellow officers dragged Micki and the Alex out of the house.

They dragged the family out of the house and into the freezing night. The cold air hit their scarcely clothed legs like pins, but they hadn't the strength to fight off the officers. Another officer threw the back door of a small truck open, and stuffed Micki and the family inside. They had to force the family inside the truck, because there was absolutely no room left. They were packed chest to chest with other Jews that had been pulled from their homes in the same manner, and could barely breathe in the stuffy little truck. They had no idea where they were being taken, but they knew it could not possibly be good.

The doors of the truck had barely closed when the truck started rolling down the road, gaining speed. The sides of the truck were made of old, rotting wood, and they were beginning to fall apart. The bitter wind rushed through the holes in the wooden sides of the truck, and licked at their bare flesh. Now, not only were they cold, but they couldn't hear themselves think. Everyone was talking at the same time, over the other people around them. Before they knew what hit them, they were being unloaded from the truck, and being loaded into the back of a cattle car. They still had no idea where they were going, and the fear mounted with every turn of a corner. After the first few hours, the people in the little truck were in such a panic that they did not care where they were going, as long as they got there fast.

But the train station was just the BEGINNING of a five day journey that would seem to last a life time. The people in the cars were becoming crazy with anxiety. Now, they were REALLY panicking. There was no food or water on the train what's-so-ever. They huddled and cried with their families as they slowly starved to death. Some parents killed their own children, because they couldn't bear to hear their agonized screams for another second. Everyone in the little cattle car was depressed and mortified at what was happening to them so far. But they had no idea. By the end of the War, things were going to get MUCH worse.

The whole car was full of miserable, and terrified people, who pleaded with God to spare their lives. Everyone except Micki, that is. Instead, she sat crouched in the corner, holding her knees to her chest. Throughout the duration of the trip, she rarely moved, and didn't say a single word to anyone. Especially the family that she had come with.

There were no bathrooms on the broken down little train, either. The people had to go where ever they happened to be standing. And then, as if that wasn't bad enough, they had to marinate in it all the way to where ever it was that they were going. They grew to fear the feeling of having to go to the bathroom. But that was just the tip of the ice burg. They had NO idea what horrors awaited them. The despicable mistreatment they would shortly face. They couldn't even imagine. But by now, most of the people on the little train thought that they were just going to ride around until they all died anyway.

They got their first idea of what was going to happen to them when the train roared into the infamous gate of Auschwitz, and the door fell open with a BANG. They were greeted by a sign that read "Arbeit Macht Frei", or "Work Makes One Free". Even though they had no idea where they were, they were already afraid for their lives and for the lives of their family and friends who had the misfortune of passing under this sinister gate. Under normal circumstances, they wouldn't have been so afraid. But these weren't normal circumstances, and as soon as the door slammed open, they got their first glimpse off hell its self, and the ruler of this indescribable hell, Dr. Josef Mengele.