Journal of the Eldest

The New World Witches

Hey everyone,

I am sorry for taking really long but here it is. I know it might have mistakes but bear with me..I hope to sort them out. Enjoy the new world wiches. Remember to comment and vote. it is helpful to me.

Samuel S. B.

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THE NEW WORLD WITCHES

I knew that I had to leave England if Heather had any chance of being safe. I had to leave my name and every single thing that I had built over the last fifty years behind. I hate them even though they had been my companions for centuries.

I sat in an abandoned shed close to the sea. I had managed to stop the bleeding from Heather's wounds and the poor woman lay on a make shift mattress in a mind induced sleep. I hated doing it but I knew she needed to sleep if I was to heal her and besides, she was too weak to handle the added emotional pain of her husband's death.

Using my keen senses, I determined the time. It was only a few minutes before sunrise. There was no way that I would get out of London with a pregnant woman and going across the Atlantic as I had decided after cleaning Heather. The sun would not harm me immediately but after a few hours, my skin would begin to dry up.

I had tried it once; a long time ago. I had been tempted by the lure of activity of day only to scream and hide in pain. the feeling of someone pouring molten lava on my body had left a very strong memory and remainder. However, years later when I had given into my desires, it had taken sometime before I run from the blissful rays of Ra. That was when I had come up with my odd theory; as a vampire lives longer, the sun's effects weaken.

So unlike many of the traitors I had created, I had the abiltiy to walk in the sun for a few hours of the morning before I felt like I was being burnt from the inside out.

Sadly, I had no choice on this day. I had no way of using another of my budding gifts, the flight I had named it when first I discovered it, to get us across the Atlantic. I did not know my limits with it and was not willing to risk it with a deadly combination of tiredness, weakness, thirst, the sun and a poor woman.

'I might as well rest,' I thought getting up and going over to the hole I had dug up.

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I rose a few hours before sunset, not that I liked it much. my thirst was killing me and I had a nagging feeling at the back of my mind. I had to find us some clothes and aa drink for my craving.

I checked on Heather, making sure she was fine and not about to wake up. to make sure she continued sleeping I played on her mind once more.

it did not take me long to get to the nearby community. I knew that I looked like a harlot from the dirty streets of Constantinople. My hair was a complete tangle of dark waves, dust and gore; the dress was ripped in places dimmed immoral and soiled with blood; my skin coated with a grim surface.

I used my powerful mind gift to make sure no one paid me any mind as I walked. I was looking for the perfect victim to give me their blood. I had to make sure that whoever they were, no one would miss them.

As I turned a corner to the pier, I found him. He was a big man with a patch covering his left eye. His good eye was as green as the grass plains of Spain and his mouth was as thin as any wire I had met. His garments smelled of urine, mead and sex.