Burned (Book1) The White Rose Vampire Series

Epilogue

The dream came, unlike the others...More vibrant and real.  There seemed to be a disconnect between my soul and my body as I flew through the night sky over the tops of the trees in the forest.

Slowly, I glided to the ground, standing near a burnt structure. The scent of the fire still clung to the area like a thick cloak. I moved forward, wondering why I was there as voices raised in panic and anger came from behind the charred building.

I followed them to a lot where Margaret stood, her cheeks red in anger. She lifted her chin staring down her nose at the people before her.

"Our law is suffer a witch not to live," she said, raising her voice over the crowd. "Now, one of them is a vampire. I know this because she lives after she was shot. There is only one way, she could have survived."

"What do you want us to do?" A man from the crowd shouted.

"I want to find a way to kill a vampire!" Margaret yelled back. "It's God's will that they die!  They are just as dirty as the witches!"

The crowd's voices rose again stopping as a middle-aged man with thinning dark hair stepped forward, "I know the way to kill a vampire," The man said moving in front of the crowd. My eyes narrowed upon him.

The silence stretched over the crowd as Margaret turned toward him. "Tell us," She said, stepping closer to him, her eyes glistening with interest.

I tilted my head, wishing I could keep him from spewing the secrets that could destroy everyone I loved. Gritting my teeth, I narrowed my eyes on him focusing on my gifts. Clementine's assurances I had other gifts rang through my mind and I hoped one of them would come to the surface to prevent him from saying what he knew.

As he opened his mouth, he coughed, water began to pour from between his lips as he tried to breathe to no avail. His face changed an alarming shade of red and yet I couldn't take my eyes from him as he fell to the ground, grasping his throat.

"The witch is here!" Margaret screamed out as she knelt beside the man trying to help him. "Find her!"

Margaret turned him over as he ceased to move, her eyes going wide at the blank stare on his face.

"Drowned," she whispered. "He's drowned on dry land. It's a curse."

"There will be more," I said but she was unable to hear me.

I sighed, my heart hurting from having to kill someone but I realized it had to be done to save those I loved as I glanced up at the sky. A moment later, I was flying again, gliding back to my body.

I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. Bastian was still asleep beside me. I touched his cheek with a sigh. When he woke in the morning, I would tell him about the new gift I developed and how it had saved us. As I lay back down, I wondered what gifts the other girls possessed because if they were anything like mine, once they were discovered, the church would never rise again.