Mein Anne

Chapter One: Perfect Enemy

Germany:1944

Adolf had been combing these streets for hours, looking for her, no doubt. It had started a simple day, he and his advisors bringing in the army to cleanse a land and free it unto purity. Until he saw her, every bit of her, the dark hair, fragile body, and radiant smile as she ducked away from being seen. "Was auch immer du findest, das" he called and, with a quick salute his men were off to locate that hiding child. He admired the scenery, broken as it may be due to the war so few years ago, and saw it now still, a beautiful garden full of life, life that had been ripped away during his struggles against the jewish menace he had finally gotten his country to hate all the same...

He found her, after hours of search alone, he held her record in his hands:

Name: Anne Frank

Age: 15

Gender: female......

And not a single drop of knowledge about where she currently was, but he could feel a stir in this cold heart, he would find that girl. No matter what. A small sound startled Hitler away from his thoughts, he took note the sound's source and turns around to see the greatest beauty he'd ever known standing there before him, her light flow of black hair spilled to the sides,that small body which enticed his deepest thoughts, but alas he realized with the marker upon her chest, that she was his perfect enemy. "Geben Sie Ihren Namen, Mädchen" he called to her, gaining a meek response, "Anne Frank" she said, realizing only then the danger she was in, as the fuhrer did soemthing she did not expect, he walked up and kissed her. His hands caressed her cheeks and she felt the other tear off the star of david marking who she was, reluctantly she looked into his gentle, warm eyes and asked "Warum schützt du mich" Adolf stopped himself, in that moment he understood, he had fallen in love with a jew, germany's hated rival. BUt he couldn't help it, and so he explained to her as best he could, "Treffen Sie mich hier in der Mitternacht Stunden und ich werde Ihnen sagen, warum."

He stood in the cold later hours waiting until he saw a tattered red object approach him, the dress worn by his wonderful Anne, no doubt, he awaited her with a banquet of gifts and cake, "Adolf, was ist das alles?" She asked him, only for the soft reply unlike any of his speeches, "Weil ich noch nie so etwas gesehen habe." Soon there they were again, his hand upon her hand and his lips against her neck...

Should i make another chapter of this?