so this was inspired by the RPG about vampires on here and it will be slow in progress but I thought I would share


Prologue
We flew over the surface, our feet barely touching the ground or at least that is how it felt to me. One myth that I desperately wished was true at that moment was super human speed. We did not poses it despite what they believed and I could hear the dogs gaining on us. Our one advantage at this moment was we never had to stop and rest. We were never tired and never had to slow our step. I was thankful but it wasn’t enough to stop the panic that was slowly oozing down my still veins. He didn’t seem to mind any of it. He was running his eyes fixed on the invisible path before him as he ran through these woods.
My head snapped back to look at a howl that screamed even closer now. I gasped and looked back to the path. My dress was cumbersome and I gathered my skirts up to my waist in an attempt to be freer to outrun these foul fiends that were on our tail. Another myth that I desperately tried to wish into existence as I ran was that we were indestructible. It had never bothered me before but today...today it was the thing laughing back at me. I had dreamed of nothing but life. Life with him for decades even perhaps a millennium, before today there never seemed to be a reason to doubt that.
My dress caught on a jetting branch and jerked me to a stop I almost creamed before I yanked myself free of it and started to run once more. If I could have cried I would have started at that moment for the free was gripping me tighter. It was chocking me till I couldn’t breath. I didn’t need to breath but it was a habit I could not get rid of.
There was another howl...it was growing ever closer as I pushed myself on, faster. The blood hounds they had begun using were far more effective in tracking us than anything else had been. They were trackers, like us, and that I could admire in them. To the eye they appeared as dumb bruits but they were nothing of the sort. They had noses better than mine and ears that could hear nearly as well as I could. I could appreciate them more than most in town but today I didn’t want to have anything to do withe them. Suddenly my ankle was in pain as a I fell to the ground. The teeth of a cougar trap were sunk into my leg. I tried to free myself but I had never been very strong. super-strength, another myth, that would have been more than welcome at the moment.
“Stop!” I screamed in a whisper looking into the woods where he had vanished. Then he was right beside me and I nearly screamed at the sight of him, the panic was getting stronger, “ I need help.” I said looking back to my leg then to him. He just stood there his hands at his sides his eyes empty and still. If my heart had still been beating it would have been flipping somersaults as the rage mixed with every other emotion that burned through me, “Don’t just stand there!” I hissed through me teeth.
“Candice,” he said kneeling beside me his perfect blue eyes glowing in the light of the moon, “I’m sorry.” he said very slowly
“what?” I asked the fear once again flooding me so much stronger than the rage had been.
“I can’t.” he said simply shaking his head
“ What? Why not?” I searched his face for answers but it held none. That face that had been my comfort for all these years was suddenly hard, completely emotionless.
“They need someone...a victim and I am not going to be it.” his voice itself seemed to calm me despite the damning words that it held. He was sending me to my death. Then a sudden flair of the rage was back and I grasped it as firmly as I could this time.
“ You set this didn’t you?” I growled
“about a hundred of them but you were to light on your feet.”
“ How dare you!” now I yelled. I didn’t care if they found us. I wanted those bloodhounds to sink their teeth to sink into his perfect skin and tear him limb from limb.
He threw his hand over my mouth and his eyes turned dark, “ I dare because I make the rules.” he growled under his breath, “I dare because I gave you twenty years longer than you had to begin with.”
I glared up at him as harshly as I could. How dare he play God with my life just to leave me as a sacrifice so that he could run and be free? What gave him the right to think he could simply use me and then get rid of me like this? I shook my face free of his hand and brought my hand sharply across his cheek. I could hear it snap as our skin met for the brief second and his face turned away from me then he leapt. He pinned me to the forest floor his lips curling back over his teeth his fangs threatening to pull out of his gums as they did when he went for a kill, “Go ahead,” I hissed my own lips moving back from my teeth.
“ I would but you are dry...no point in even trying to get anything good out of you.” he shot back. At once I knew I deserved it. My lips moved back together as I turned my face away from his. He had given me more life than I had ever hoped for. He had loved me...or at least he had let me love him, what else could I ask for? Then another howl fallowed by a round of barks. They were almost here. My time was just nearly up. He got off of me and looked to where the sound of the dogs had come from then back to me. His eyes again were blue but his face was no longer hard. Was that remorse I was reading on his face? Then in a second he caught my face between his hands and pressed his lips firmly to mine. My lips parted willingly and I breathed in all of him that I could. This was the end and I would get as much heaven as I could manage before hell took over. His lips moved fiercely against mine as they had that day twenty years ago before he had given me my second chance. Was this a second chance? My hope soon shattered as he pulled away from me and sighed.
“I’m so sorry.” he said then he was up an gone before I could respond. I sat for a moment locking that into my brain and I would take it to the fire with me. The feeling I had whenever he was close to me. The breathless sensation his lips brought as well as the mesmerizing beauty of his eyes, his face, his body. My eyes snapped open and I began once more to fight against the clamp around my foot. It was pointless but I fought anyway. I would not give up till I had no chance. I could see the torches in the distance as the dogs barked and then men of the town grew ever closer. I fixed my eyes on one...one who knew me from before. His eyes were locked on my as well that much I could see in the flickering yellow light his sward in his hand. One of the hounds ran to me and as I had expected sank its greedy teeth into my forearm. I screamed in pain but it whimpered unsatisfied.
“She isn’t bleeding boys,” the one called to the others. His voice would have made me cry if I could have. There he was, my brother, who was now 20 years my senior at the front of the line as eager as everyone else. He called off the dog but my arm throbbed bloodless, the gashes looking gangly but clean.
“Candice, there is quite a crowd waiting for you.” he said mocking me as I sat there helpless to do anything. His fingers itched on the hilt of his sward and I could tell he wanted to take my head off in one quick motion and he could have, he was strong enough, but he was bound by “Christian” law to take me back and watch me burn. He hated me and that was plain, but he didn’t understand. No one really understood my plight and I would burn all the same. They circled me with angry, hateful eyes their swords and scythes at the ready in case I made a run for it. One waved a torch at me, but I didn’t flinch. I just looked at the fire that glowed bright at the end of the stick. He drew back and I could read the shock plainly on his face as another myth was shattered. We were no more afraid of fire than any other creature on the planet. Then I turned my eyes and fixed them on my brother when I felt a searing pain and everything went black.
They were cheering I could tell that much as I slowly opened my eyes. The cart was still moving and I was in the back of it as it was being driven into town. There were absolutely no sad faces that I passed. All of them glad, jubilant even, as they made their way into the town square. My hands had been bound behind my back and then to my feet as the curled to my back. They spat in my face and I closed my eyes as I felt the wet ooze off my forehead. Could I blame them? I had killed here. New settlers had vanished and so had old friends, now they knew who had done it. I had not killed all of them but that didn’t matter to these people. They had an exhibit and they would showcase me even if I hadn’t killed anyone. I was a demon...or a which it didn’t really matter now.
They jerked me out of the wagon and threw me to the ground the dust puffing into my face. I coughed as it filled my nose and mouth, but they laughed. They were amused that I would feel or react to anything. Someone kicked more of the dust into my face and I turned away. Then another puff came from that side it was hopeless trying to avoid it so I closed my eyes and stopped breathing all together. I can’t be sure how long it was but it was a while till the dust stopped flaking onto my face and the crowd got exceptionally quiet.
“She isn’t breathing,” someone commented almost afraid. They wouldn’t get to see me burn, what a disappointment. A heavy kick thudded against my ribs and I groaned wincing from the sudden pain.
“The which feels pain,” a mocking voice said in my ear before he yanked me up and looked in my eyes. I looked into his deep brown eyes and wished, for the first time in my life, for my death. He was so angry but beneath that he was hurting. I had hurt him and the pain I felt in my chest was worse then anything I had ever felt in my life. I had never really thought about it till now, how much pain my family was in because of what I was. My feet fell free as they cut the ropes away and forced me to stand. I looked away from his eyes and there in the middle of town was a pole and around it was enough wood to make a fire big enough to shame hell. I had seen it a few times before from a distance, but it seemed much more menacing now, now that I knew I would be strapped to it. They didn’t handle me with care or even like gentlemen. I was a demon and so I didn’t even counted as a true woman. Their hands slid down my thighs as they wrapped the chain around me. I gasped as one let his hand brush across my chest and he smiled.
“Afraid for you virtue?” he snickered into my ear. During that night I hadn’t thought I would ever be grateful for the audience that surrounded me but now I was. If I had been alone with these men who would have been there to stop them at the impropriety they allowed themselves in a crowded town square. I may have been a monster but I was still a woman who had her scruples about some things. They stepped away from me the one still smiling as the clergyman came up to me and prayed for my lost soul. He begged God in Latin to have pity on me then crossed himself and stepped away as well.
“Let the sin be scorched from her soul!” he called out and four men came forward with torches. My brother hesitated in front of me for just a moment before he set his torch to the wood that surrounded me. He never took his eyes away from mine as he watched the flame spread and I could almost see a smile on his lips. I looked out over the heads of all the inhabitants of Boston and searched the darkness behind them. I could have sworn I saw him there in the shadows unnoticed and silent. I could feel myself smile through the heat that rose as the flames got stronger. Now as I stared at him I could almost feel his lips against mine again. That memory he had left me with in the woods was stronger than I had hoped for. I could smell the cotton of my dress starting to singe and I knew it wouldn’t be long now but my eyes never faltered from his face. A few moments later I tried to hold it in. I tried to be strong as he watched but I couldn’t. I looked towards the stars that I would see for the last time and screamed as the flames licked at my body. I could not hear if they were cheering or standing still simply observing my agony. I could not hear anything but my own scream. Now I wondered, with what little part of my brain that wasn’t consumed in anguish, had it been worth it? Had twenty years of life with him been worth this torture? Had my love for him been worth the pain I had seen in my brothers eyes? As my scream died and the pain began to render me unconscious I decided, with my last thought, yes somehow it had been worth it.

WOW MJ

Its really gd:P

So good!!! keep it up MJ!

I miss this rp. Are you ever going to write more of the story?

I"m not sure. I might