CHAPTER ONE: Burnt
England, 1645
Walking up to death's platform I smirked. Really when will humans learn? Fire does not hurt me as much as it hurts real witches. In fact call me a pyromaniac but I actually enjoy the feeling of fire. It's like a feeling of water only a lot warmer.
Anyway how many times have I been supposedly burnt? Ah that's right 10 times. I didn't matter I was hang a 100 times before. Come to think of it, my creator asked me to stop being 'suicidal' and live a normal happy vampire life. But of course I was Janelle 'Jane' Von Drake, a French vampiress even though my French accent is all but a memory to me now.
Looking to other's that were going to be burnt with me I noticed my Blood-Sister, Avila instead of choosing to be a vampire like I she choose to be a witch, so this would hurt her no more than it would hurt me, would she have been staked with an iron stake (which most humans do not know that, that can hurt a witch) she would have died instantly as I would have with a wooden stake.
Why did you have to kill the boy in plain sight? Asked Avila in my mind.
I wanted to. He was annoying me. Plus you know me. Death is my middle name. I laughed silently.
Mind-talking and mind-control was a common ability through most of the Dark Creatures, Avila had laughter in her eyes and then looked at me and smiled.
Can we play around with them? I asked almost unaware of the Priest up on the stadium looking at us and started another annoying lecture.
Sure why not? Look, there are some of us here. Avila said nodding to a group near the side. Vampires. Three vampires. Maine, Retch
and Quinton, all part of my line; the line of Darke was the darkest line of all and since my creator was a Darke so was I.
Smiling I waved at them, and I could hear uncontrollable laughter in their minds. But their faces were set in a mask of pure hatred, even though I could see the laughter in the group of male vampires.
"Curse you damn devil!" Cried the Priest as I let someone dragged me forward to the Priest.
It was time to be judged for my sins against the Catholic Church, I quite like this part. I guess I better go all witchy. Muttering a quick apology to all witches in the audience though I knew most of them won't care what I did.
"You stupid human, when will you get it?" I laughed quite hard, for if I was human I would have had tears by now. "I am no demon for I am a witch," -vampire- "intent on doing the devil's work. And trust me when I come back in my Spirit Form, I will torture you and all those that are from your family, understand mongrel?" I said still in the happy, carefree voice I had on earlier when I was down at the tavern. I pulled my hand out of my captors' arms and poked the priest quite hard that he stumbled and cursed.
"I damn you to hell!" He cried.
"Already done, though I appreciate it if you guys stop damning me, I mean you've got to figure out something better to say, because 'I damn you to hell' is getting quite old."
Avila smirked as she said, "Jane, your scaring them. I don't think you should be scaring them this much, though it is quite funny."
"Sorry Alvie, but you know me, I have to play around with them."
A chorus of laughter echoed in my mind.
Thank you, thank you. Remember to come to the next show! I said to everyone who was watching.
Another chorus of laughter. If these pathetic humans though that they could put this little vampire to sleep, they were wrong. I was born as Jeanne La Mia, but Jeanne La Mia wasn't a hunter so I changed my name to something that would sound quite different, something that would bring pain and hatred to the human race.
