Meet Me in the Graveyard [Book One] #Wattys2015

Chapter 8

        I woke up in a haze. The room was dimly lit but I could tell that I was chained inside a cage. In front of me was a huge gathering of people wearing robes and chanting around a fire.

        I peek my head around and see three other cages with people in them. I look down and see that I am only wearing a small white gown that barely covered anything. 

        The head of the group stopped moving and took out a cup. He poured it into the fire as a libation I was assuming and resumed his chanting.  

        A muscular man walked over to the cage across from me and yanked the girl out. She screamed and fought the whole way. He dragged her up on a platform and tied her to a pole. A few women appeared and poured a strange liquid around her feet and on her body. All the while, the same guy from before began dragging the others over to the poles that were lined up in a cross. One person for each direction. I was last. 

        I didn't fight the guy which surprised him. I walked calmly to my demise and looked at the three people surrounding me. One was human, one was a pixie who hadn't fully matured yet, and the last was a fallen angel. I looked at the three girls and saw their terror. 

        The women poured that same liquid on us and then left before giving us  sympathetic yet disgusted looks. The chanting had stopped and the crowd had gathered around us. 

        "You demons will be punished and eradicated from our land! You have sinned and brought forth death and misery among us! We do not tolerate any kind of devil spawn and therefore you shall be burned!" The leader shouted. The crowd cheered in response, setting each pole on fire. 

        The heat encompassed me. I could hear the human letting out a blood curdling scream. I felt for her, I couldn't feel pain. If I could help her I would. The fallen angel looked at me and then at the pixie. The pixie was already busy untying herself while the fallen angel and I remained statue like.

        The group looked confused as to why only one out of their four prisoners was dying a painful death. With one knowing look to the remained two girls, I froze the flames. Pullings them towards me, I could feel myself changing.         

        I wasn't Amelie anymore. I was much worse. 

-above is a dream, below is what's happening-

        I woke with a start.  The birds were chirping and I could smell breakfast. I slowly climbed out of bed and put on a gown. Walking carefully down the steps and into the kitchen I see Vincent reading the daily newspaper and drinking some coffee. I walk over and wrap my arms around his neck. I kiss his neck playfully and laugh when he tries to push me away. I nibble his ear and take the newspaper, tossing it over my shoulder. He starts complaining which makes me giggle and climb on his lap.         

        He gives up his fight and kisses me. gentle at first, but it soon becomes needy. And in this moment, I was willing to give into is needs as well as mine.