Home.Large, compared to the other houses around this part of town. A size my mother could be proud of, brag to her ‘friends’ about and lord over the other ladies at church.It smelled different and yet exactly the same. Or maybe it was me who was different, so much had changed in so little time. In all of three days I was assaulted, tried and executed, then reborn as an immortal creature of the night. A blood drinking vampire, who had taken the long way home, to kill my parents, who’d actively participated in my murder.Life sure did come full circle.The walk over helped cool my head, smother the once boiling rage to a bubbling simmer, I felt I could think clearly now.Decide, what I am to do with these people who brought me into this world without my consent, and thought their part in my creation was reason enough to take my life away. As if my very existence was merely a whim, a novelty they’d grown tired of clothing and feeding, parading around town to sell off to the highest bidd
How dare he! Coward. Fool. How dare he to do this me. Steal yet another thing from me. After everything he’d done to me, his only child. Man’s cruelty truly does know no bounds. My fathers cruelty followed me into my immortal life as it had in my human one. The man had once again found a way stab me in the back, and twist the knife in even further. In mere seconds the ground had shifted beneath my feet, all my newly acquired power and superhuman strength failed me. I found myself frozen on the floor, fists clenched and stunned to silence staring up at my father in muted horror and something akin to total frustration as he swayed gently in the air. He’d hung himself. Like he’d hung me. The most God fearing man I knew killed himself. I couldn’t even bring myself to laugh that the irony. He must have thought it was so poetic to kill his child then himself the exact same way. The man must have been sick in the head. A gaping hole seems to have opened up in my chest, no emotion p
"Oh dear Lord." Mary our housekeep grasped behind me. I'd heard her coming, summoned by my tears as she always had been. Mary was hard woman, a widow who'd lost her only child to the fever that had swept through town decades ago. Mary and I had a strange relationship, she was who I should have turned to for motherly advise or comfort considering my own mama was so lacking in that department. But Mary wore her pain in a phyiscal way, as if she cloaked herself in her grief years ago and now simply did not know how to live without carrying her shroud of pain everywhere she went. I tried to get close her, to know her and love her but she would let me and I, I was tried of trying to love mothers who would not and in Mary's case could not love me back. Turning my head towards her, I realised I was not mad at her, like I was at everyone else. She was not there, she did come to cheer for my death nor did she come to speak for my character either, though that would have done little good as it
"You can't stay here, Scarlet." Mary said finally breaking the somber silence. "Your mother..." she broke off looking for a polite way to tell me that my mother was a murderess self-serving bitch and that she would sooner commend me to the fires of hell than help me escape an unjust charge. “You have run.” She spoke softly, but with the same firm resolute tone she'd always had with me. “Run and never look back. The mayor, pitiful as he may be right now, is a cruel vicious man. He'll never let it go." "If he finds out that your still alive.” She shuddered and rapidly shook her head. It was nice to know Mary cared for me in her own way, she was a rare breed. "You need not worry about Mayor Redford." I told her, turning to watch her as she stared at my father's corpse. If I could of, I would have found a sick sort of amusement when the thought of the mayors death crossed her mind. But practical Mary did not linger on that line of thought for long. "Better safe than sorry." She shook
Vibrant reds, blush pinks with soft purple undertones and calm light blues. All gathered together to bask in the sun's golden glory. The sheer beauty of it brought tears to my eyes, it was the most beautiful sun rise I'd ever seen. The glorious dawn that chased away the night's shadows. This was the sun rise of June 21, 1874. The morning of my execution. The glorious dawn of the beginning of my end! The Night Before 526! That's the distance between my cell and the gallows. Though gallows would be too grand a word, it was but a single tree on the edge of our small settlement no more than 10'f from the river. A weeping willow, so named by the peculiar young daughter of our town sheriff... me! Well, at least there'd be weeping at my execution I doubt I'd be able to muster the emotion to do so myself. Be it self-pit
Death was not as I’d imagined it be nor as I had been taught to believe. I am sinner in the eyes of God and yet when I appeared in the place, my final destination. Where I was sure I’d begin my eternal torment in Hell’s embrace. Yet, there was nothing here, nothing at all. Just me, weightless and incorporeal surround by nothing, no light and no darkness. I was totally alone here, wherever here is, with solid emptiness to keep me company. The feel of it pressing in on me was horrifying, like I was standing in the mouth of an enormous monster I could neither see or ran from. Stuck in an endless loop of dread and inescapable fear and sure as the sun would rise I knew that in this cycle of nothing, I would spend my eternity. Then I woke up. My soul had settled back into my body like water poured into an empty vessel trying to adjust the strange yet familiar shape. Even so, my sense eluded me, it felt like I was still stuck in that pl
Slowly I sat up feeling like a complete different person it was then that I noticed I'd been laying on top of a stone coffin. He put on top of someone grave? Strength moved through me, settling into my muscles and my bones. Lifting my hands, I notice no changes in them save for the fact that my skin has taken on a dewy sort of glow that's and my arms were exposed. Glancing down I was surprised to find that I was not wearing the white dress I was executed in. "How dare you change my clothes! How dare you touch me without my permission!" I yelled at him, moving faster than humanly possible, I pushed off the coffin ready to rip his hands clean off his arms. Only to fall to my knees, much to the strange creatures amusement. My body would not move the way I wanted it to. What was happening? "Relax, give yourself a moment. You have get used to your new strength. You've just had an out of body experience, I mean you did after all just die." He smirked no
Our progress down the mountain was slow, which was entirely my fault. I felt like a new born, my body never doing what I wanted, the way I wanted. It was so frustrating, I either moved to fast, tripped over my own feet and uprooted whole trees, or I put my foot down to hard and crushed boulders to dust, much to Evan’s twisted amusement. He’d said I was quite strong for one so young, that among our kind true strength came with age. Evan was glad to know he’d chosen well, for his first progeny in decades. Now, if only I could walk with damaging anything around me. As darkness began to settle around us, slowly chasing away the last ray’s fading light, our surroundings only became more beautiful, the sounds and scents a balm to my feelings of failure and irritation. “Has it always been like this?” I stopped taking in the magnificent view before me. “Has what?” Evan signed, turning towards me, green eyes practically glowing in the dark.&nbs