Ending Promises
Prolouge
Old Newton, North Carolina Village- 10:00 A.M. 1884
Smoke was rising in the cold thin air. People were praying that this fire would stop. They thought wrong. Screams were unbearable, children calling to parents, parents screaming to their children's corpse. He could hear them, from the distance, and the birds migrating to Florida for the summer. He could hear everything. He wanted to help them, but it was a little too late. He started running, stumbling over hills, tripping over dead, dry grass.
All he could do is be dead or be caught alive and sentenced to death. Both were the same for him. Death. A word that was painful and at his least favorite vocabulary word. He could hear the chattering of the clamping of birch trees; the smoke was running through his eyes that they were itchy and he couldn't see.
"Seize him, Seize the culprit" a police soldier had said with a rifle gun to his shoulder. Their uniform was blue, red, and white. America's Color. Oh, this was not called America. This was Called North Carolina, where there was a lot of tension between crimes. He saw at the end of the road his cottage village with whom he had shared. His father and mother.
His legs tumbled. He went up. He cannot run anymore. "Just a few more steps," He muttered and panted to himself. His baggy shirt was full of dirt from the rocky ground and scars on his face because the soldiers chased him while he was hit by a tree, unconcious by 2 minutes.
He quickly opened the door. He breathed and took some of the dirty water from the sink. He put cold water on his face to heal the cuts.
"Where were you, dear son" His father had claimed.
"I...robbed a few coins from the bank.... and I put smoke out.... everywhere" The son had stated.
It was too late for the father too beat him up. Just as he was about to point his fist at his mouth, the soldiers kicked out the door from the small cottage and caught him, the culprit, who was named Willow.
"Do you think, that all of this crime and damage you've done to North Carolina, that you shall not be punished?" One harsh soldier had told Willow.
"Well you thought wrong" he had stated.
He chained him to a stick for the soldier to pull. They went into a wagon and took them to a deep dark place like a haunted mansion. Its windows were safety protected and tinted. Wires that were electric and at the top, was what they call O.T.P. (Official Torture Position).
He was chained up into a cell. All him alone. Not even seeing night and day. He would await till thousand of years. Because he, Willow Charleton, was a vampire.
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Okay, guys. This is just a prolouge. Tommorow Im gonna upload Chapter 1. Good night, loves.
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