Life

Chapter One. Revenge

Maeve's heart stopped beating, and her once electric blue eyes opened to reveal bright crimson ones instead. Hilda was standing next to her, a small smile on her face. "Welcome back, Maeve." Maeve sat up way faster than any normal human could have done. A mirror was hanging on the wall and she saw herself for the first time as an immortal. Her goldenbrown hair glowed even more and came to her waist, her skin was pale and almost like porcelain and over all she looked as angel like like Hilda. As she was admireing her reflection, an annoying and slightly painfull feeling burned in her throat. Maeve grabbed her throat and looked at Hilda. Hilda smile reasuring once more. "Come, let's fetch you a drink." Hilda said as she made her way out of the small cottage. Maeve followed closely, wanting to know what could stop this burning in her throat. "Close your eyes and let your instincts take over." Hilda whispered. Maeve closed her eyes and smelled the air. A sweet scent filled her nostrils and, without a second thought, ran towards it her throat only burning more. Soon enough she found a merchant, she could hear his heartbeat and the blood being pumped though his veins. Maeve licked her lips and attacked the man, sinking her teeth into the man's neck releasing the sweet thick nectar that would sooth the burning in her throat. "Well done." Maeve heard Hilda's voice from behind her. Maeve turned around and saw the five vampire's standing infront of her. "A bit messy but you will learn once you feed more." Heidi said. Maeve nodded her head and looked at her, now in blood covered gown. "Come, let's find you some more. I am sure you are still thirsty." Hilda said as she placed her arm around Maeve's shoulders in a motherly way, finding more humans for the newborn to feast upon. 

A year passed as Maeve learned to control her thirst, but her thirst for revenge had to yet be quenched. So one night, when none of the other girls had expected it, Maeve made her way towards her old village. Her first stop would be the mayor, the one whom had executed her mother. She bursted down the door and made her way up to the old man's bedroom, killing his guards on her way. She opened the door and a sinister smile made it's way onto her filled lips. The mayor looked at her in pure fear and his screams could be heard all over the small village as she drained his body of his blood. Soon the mayor's wife had the same fate.
Villagers tried to run, but no one could escape the wrath that lied in Maeve. Every single villager was killed and drained from their blood, no one being spared. Some begged for mercy but none was given as Maeve could remember herself begging for mercy for her mother while her mother was being burned at the stake, and no one had granted her mother mercy.
Soon enough, every villager was dead, and the sound of screams vanished. Maeve felt satishfied as she watched the small town and it's former villagers burn to the ground, no trace of evidence left. Her gown, hands and mouth where covered in blood, her eyes where a bright crimson and held satishfaction in them. She finally had gotten her revenge, for her mother and for herself. Now no one would ever harm her again. No one.