The Twilight Witches

The Beginning

   

      London in the 1640's was a very dark time. The streets littered with riots and mobs. Witch hunts were frequent even though there wasn't much proof of witches existing. Some might say it was the queen who put this into the minds of the people. No one really knew how these started, but they did look to their leader. The Queen's right-hand man Matthias Cullen. He was an  angelican pastor who led these witch hunts. Of course, that was after his wife fell severely ill due to what he claims a woman did a witch spell on her. He stood holding his torch, looking at the mobs of people who gathered to hear his word. "Tonight we go after the witches. They need to fear us." He yelled to them. The people yelled and cheered, agreeing with him. "They've held onto their books and spells, but what does that do!?" He looked at the many faces. "It keeps us in the dark and hurts our loved ones." He paused, looking up to the sky after he said loved ones.

  "Tonight the witches die!" He yelled. They then raced off passing the church. Inside the church, the flicker of light was all that was seen. Until a boy no older than seven was praying, holding his cross on his knees. He heard the shouting of voices and looked behind him. He saw from the dark doors torches going past. He sighed, looking at the floor and then at the statue in front of him. "Please don't let him be hurt." He said. The doors of the church flung open. "Carlisle Cullen! Your father would be mad at you for being here by yourself." He turned seeing the maid Beatrice looking at him. Her dress seeped with water as it had started to rain. The sound of thunder and lightning lit the church. He sighed getting up as she grabbed his hand. "I do not want to loose my job." She told him. He rolled his eyes after hearing her complain about how irresponsible he was.

They marched out into the rain as they made it back to the Cullen house hold. Carlisle looking anxiously back to make sure no one was following him. Beatrice opened the door, guiding him into the house. She took his coat and hung it up. "Now wash up so you can eat supper, then head to bed." She tells him. Carlisle nodded, running to the bathroom and looking in the mirror at his face. He heard a sound like a bird and turned. In the window was a small black bird it holding its wing. Carlisle frowned and walked up to it. Careful not to spook it. He carefully takes the bird and found a cloth from the floor. He wraps it the best he could like a makeshift cast. "There you go, little one." He said. He then made a vow to take the bird to the little clinic they had. It wasn't much, but it helped some of the sick. Maybe the bird will get help. He heard his name being called, and he looked at the bird putting in his arms. He carried the bird to his room and then went down to dinner. He sat eating the meal that was prepared for him.

Beatrice was more like a mother figure to him, seeing as he didn't really know his own mother, seeing as she passed away when he was really young. He looked at her as she ate her meal. "Did my dad say when he'll be back?" He asked her. She looked at him and shook her head. "No, he never does." Carlisle nodded. After a while of silence, he goes back to his room after supper. He sees the bird and smiles. He gives the bird some bread and water. He then crawls into his bed, turning off the oil lamp, and closes his eyes.

The next morning Carlisle heard his name being called. He left his room to see his father looking at him. He was wearing his preacher outfit. "What is that awful noise?" He said. Carlisle frowned. "A bird was hurt..can we take it to the clinic?" He asked. Matthias rolled his eyes and looked down at him. "Fine, but after we go to church, I want to show you the ropes of when you'll be a pastor." Carlisle nodded even though he didn't want to be one. "Okay papa." He said. Matthias grabbed his hand leading him out of the house and down the street to the clinic. The clinic wasn't big at all. Carlisle clutched the bird in his arms gently. The bird chirped and when they got to the clinic the man smiled. Carlisle held the bird to him. "He's hurt can you fix him?" He asked. The man nodded. "Sure can." He started to help the bird. Carlisle stood watching fascinated. The man takes a notice. "Want to become a healer?" He said. Carlisle was about to answer when his father interrupted. "No he isn't becoming that. He'll be a pastor like me." Carlisle looked down at the ground. The man understood and looked towards them. "Well leave the bird with me and it'll be taken care of.

Matthias nodded passing the man some money before looking back. "Pfft a healer, what on earth. No one is more respectful than a pastor. You'll see." He said. Carlisle looked back at the healer and then nodded. "Yes papa." They enter a blacked tunnel.

A white light appears and suddenly an older man was looking out into the church pews. The church was empty. He stood wearing a suit with a  and looked around. He looked to see another man entering. "Carlisle, you'll do fine, and I want you to join us tonight for the witch hunt." Carlisle looked to his father. He remembered how much he didn't want to join the ridiculous hunt when he was younger. He sighed and nodded. "Of course." His father clasps a hand on his shoulder. "Good." He then left. Carlisle pulled out his cross necklace and looked at it for a moment. He then puts it back and walked out. He approached a cart filled with things and found a journal. He purchased it and decided he was going to use it to put his thoughts into words.

  Nightfall came quicker than expected. Carlisle stood next to his father who made the same jeer about witches. This time though he looked to his son. "My son is the newest member and I want him to do it solo. No help." Carlisle looked to him. "But I don-" He was silenced by the cheers. Matthias waved him off. Carlisle sighed and walked towards the right and through a tunnel. He held his cross necklace ever so tightly. He turned a corner. He heard laughter and each laugh taunted him. Why was he doing this? He often asked. If it was for his fathers approval then he'd never get it. He wished his mother was here to stop this. He heard a sound of running towards him. He took off in a sprint. He heard it getting closer when he found the sewage. He jumped down into it and looked to his right. He saw someone close the lid. He heard footsteps approach him. He ran for it down the tunnel.

He then got knocked into. He fell to the floor and looked up at the ceiling. It started to spin and then all of a sudden an excruciating pain set through his body. He screamed out as his body seemed to ignite. There was no fire but it seemed internally it was on fire. He thrashed as he writhed in pain. He begged for it to stop as his body stood still. In what seemed like minutes was actually three days. He laid there. When he awoke he saw the cracks in the walls. He saw everything more magnified. He heard from the above voices and he noticed he seemed different.  He pushed the lid open and light came pouring in overtaking him.