Rose

Scarlet

The night is unusually loud. I mean not because of the fact that there is a group of vampires down below me gathering around to see who the next victum is to be torched, the night is loud with a strange sadness? Interesting. I took a sip from my flask. The liquor hitting my throat with a slight burn. My whiskey is my remendy for this dying age of this particular death.
It almost reminds me of my own personal death..

I took another sip not wanting to go there. My past is dead to me. All these vampires are dead to me. The only thing that matters right now is one of the Red Rose soldier who is about to put to death in the most brutal way. I have to say I do have a weak spot for the damn poor bastard, but yet again do I care?

I can easily stop this death from happening, but yet I also like a good show. Besides his death will be memorable. He is going to die with purpose to the army. My army which is a  secret he will never know. I cheered to that and took anoter drink.

As I am sitting way the fuck up here and all the idiotic vampires are down there not even realizing there is death upon them all... litterally, they are too focus on the poor bastard.

These vampires look like the low and the middle class. Which makes sense since the high class dont give a rats ass but themselves. The way these low level smell just makes me want to sit furthar away. The middle class too. They all do.
I can't help but notice one smell that is way too different then these smelly vampires. I took another sniff. Strawberries? Interesting indeed... I look through the group and they all look the same. Typical. There is no way she would be here. She is dead after all...

But there I see a female with a black cloak. She is the only one who is standing very still and looking at the cross with such sadness. Oh dear. I know that look way too well. The old me wants to jump down and grab her away from this place and typically save the poor bastard, but my father will not be pleased. Pleasing him is way too importan then this particular vampire. But yet again, i never break promises...

Ugh! I hate that I must feel this crap! "Daniel". I use our mind link to connect to my dear Guardian.

"What did you do?" Typical Daniel always thinking that I am always up to no good... but he has his reasons.

I chuckle lightly. "Oh what do you ever mean?" I innocently asked.

I can already see him rolling his precious eyes at me. "What is it Scarlett?" He asks again getting back on topic.

He is no fun. "We have a situation." I stated still looking at her.

He was silent for a moment. "Who is it?" He asks concerned.

I roll my eyes. "Not the prince if that is what your thinking." I innocently said again.

My Guardian very much hates the prince of darkness. In fact he blames him from my death. The only one to blame is me...
"Who then?"

I stare at her steadidly. Jugding by what she is wearing, torn up shoes and ripped up pants. Very low level class... she doesn't need to be here. "Little August."

He was silent for the longest time. "I am on my way." He shuts off our mind link.

I roll my eyes again. So dramatic. He didn't even let me tell him the best part. I took another drink. I look up at the full moon. No matter how much i hate the moon, it always makes me feel. Disgusting.

I see the guards marching in towards the cross. The poor bastard getting pushed as they marched wearing very special chains. These chains are iron and very decorated with croses and iron thorns. Vampire weakness. Crosses. I can't help but to look at little August. She is eyeing the bastard and... crying? The bastard is shirtless and you can clearly see the rose vines showing clearing who he belongs to.

If I had a good conscious, I would stop all of this and let them live happy ever after, but I dont. In fact, I came for the show. I came to honor the poor bastard for serving the army for generations. Letting him live will only anger my father. I sure as hell do not want that.

They place him on the iron cross. I can hear his pain as his back touches the cross. I can smell his burning flesh all the way up here. His whole body is paralized. He opens and closes his eyes rapidly. Then his eyes lays straight at little August. The look love and apologetic shows it all in his eyes.

You see, if I had a heart, I would be ery touched by this, but I don't so this has no effect on me what so ever. Still not saving him. Nope. They could be beloveds.

So what!? I killed many couples. What makes this a little different? The fact Little August who I used to care and loved is about to have her once in a life time beloved meet his end? Nope do not care.

He slightly looks up and there we meet eye to eye. He has met me years ago and look of shock can say it all. He knows I can not let him live. I can not let him have this favor again. This is it. No matter what you do, you will never escape death.

He must have read my thoughts and nods to me. He looks back at little August. I mean since he understands this I can do him a soft favor... I guess.

One of the guards walks to the front making his back facing the bastard. He stares at the crowd and smiles at them all. Their black uniforms with the vampire king symbol on them screams threat. Well not to me of course.

He claps his hands. "This is what happens when you commit crime against the king!" He shouts. "This is what happens when you join a army that call themselves, Red Roses." He laughs at this. I just want to snap my fingers at him to make him catch on fire. "You meet the death of the cross!"

Below the feet of the bastard are wood. One of the guards holds a torch with flames dancing in the rythem of this frightful night. From the looks of little August, you can see her holding her heart.

I will always love you...

I shook away from that voice. His voice. I am going to do this for little August. Not for him...

I got up from where I am sitting. I pull out a tupe from one of my pockets. I also pulled out a red dart. I poke myself with this and place the dart into the tube. I aim the tube at the bastard. I blew hard enough to make he dart hit his neck.

My blood running in his veins will kill him. Vey painless so when the fire touches him he will be dead already. Everyone is so focus on the guards that they do not notice the dart sudenly on the bastard's neck. Idiots.

He seems to notice it and smiles. And there I do not hear his heart beat. The flames touching his body and no screaming in agony ever escaped from him. Little August however...

A womanly scream from a sudden heart break fills up everyone's ears