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( PROLOGUE )
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In the early months of sixteen ninety-two, a collection of witch trials broke out in a small village called Salem. By the tenth month, Nineteen people were executed, fourteen women and five men. An eighty-one-year-old man was killed, accidentally pressed to death by stones during torture. It was madness for the residents of Salem.
This included a young woman by the name of Aurora Barker, a peasant woman who sought knowledge beyond her place in society. In the eyes of those around her, she had begun to fraternize with the forbidden. Why else would a woman seek out such knowledge if not to aid the devil in his evil doing?
She had been sentenced and subjected to hanging in the summer of sixteen ninety-two, leaving behind her father who had aided in her death and her mourning mother and brother. Proclaiming her a witch, Satan's loyal follower, she was declared dead upon hanging.
She had been placed in a shallow grave with only a faint heartbeat. They hadn't felt the dying heartbeat of the suffering girl, leaving her to slowly succumb to the frigid grip of Death.
The next thing she knew, her entire body began to burn. As if someone had lit an uncontrollable fire within her veins, she was in Hell. Perhaps they had been right, could she have been a witch?
After what felt like years of agony, she awoke in the middle of a forest. She was covered head to toe in dried mud, it caked her skin as she lied in the dew covered grass. But despite the uncomfortable dirtiness, everything was clearer, it was as if a tinted film had been lifted from her eyes. She could hear the birds in the sky, she could smell scents never smelt before. Her throat burnt for a taste of the unknown. It was exhilarating yet terrifying at the same time.
A man had been not too far away from her, standing still like a marble statue as he watched her acquire her bearings. He was ethereal, but something about him terrified her. His eyes were a deep crimson, the devil she had shouted in shock. He just laughed loudly, pointing towards herself. You're one to talk, he had quipped back, see it for yourself.
She had run, taking only a second to appear by a creek yards away. Thrill filled her bones as she briefly ran.
She was different, too different. She was the same yet a different person. Her slightly crooked nose was now straight, her once brown eyes had changed dramatically to a bright red. Is this really me she asked. Her voice rang out like the song of a nightingale, it made her flinch away. Despite the mud and dew covering her skin, she looked angelic, it was eerie.
Her throat had began to burn fiercely, she hesitantly looked to the man desperately for help. His eyes had glinted with amusement as he held out a helping hand.
Visions flew throughout her mind, every one of them containing the man. Nikolas, that was his name and they were something that he called vampires. This knowledge scared Aurora, she had never met the man before now so how did she know this?
The only answer the man gave was an understanding look before he began to run, followed closely by her.
It was only later as she ripped into her murderer's throat did a sickly feeling bubble up from deep within, she would forever be a monster that thirsted for blood.
