Authors: Firesong and Super V
A/N: We really enjoyed working together on this chapter, and we hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it.
Disclaimer: No, we don't own it (though we wish we did), we just like to take Kripke's things out of a box to play with sometimes…
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"Immortal" by: The Rasmus
Heaven's bending
Below, the world begins to break
Life is ending
Time has come to escape
Down to the chambers
Drink this blood and we'll become immortal baby
This love is breaking the one last bond
We chose the silence
Hatred, cruel violence
We should be ashamed
We had a chance that we ignored
And now it's too late the end is knocking on the door
Ready to claim us
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Rain pitter-pattered on the rooftops of the small town. Dust in the road was spinning around from the strong wind seeming like it was writhing through the air. All the while, leaves were being crunched by feet in the woods at the back of the town. The autumn wind was cold and crisp but nobody noticed. The only thing they could think about was their prey.
The young woman was running madly through the forest and her usually soft golden curls kept getting matted from the rain. Stains covered her simple white dress and unforgiving tree branches kept scraping her fair skin, leaving bloody scrapes on her small sensitive arms. The woman did not notice and neither did she feel the blood on her bare feet from running so fast through the soggy earth.
Crouching low to the ground she quickly looked behind her for a view of her pursuers and swallowed behind the lump of fear in her throat. Small beads of sweat dotted her brow and she unsuccessfully tried to calm her erratic breathing. Finally she had managed to put some distance from her persecutors and a small whimper escaped her trembling lips as thoughts of her inevitable fate crossed her mind.
Never being one to pray somehow her thoughts had suddenly revolved around that single act. She prayed that someone would swoop in and save her; spare her from impending doom. Hooking her long matted hair behind her ears to keep her face clear, she prepared herself to run again as she heard them closing in.
Suddenly she turned her head looking behind her as more crunching of leaves could be heard. Her eyes made contact with a shadow from a nearby bush and she gasped. Another sound in the opposite direction made her heart pound slightly faster as wet footsteps could be heard in the muddy earth. They were slowly closing in on her and that fact alone scared her out of her wits.
These people were her family and her friends; she loved each and every one of them with all of her heart. Now they had turned on her for fear of her being a witch, maybe she had powers but she only used them to help her family and only in dire need. It pained her through her sorrowful soul to know that they now wished to murder her and slaughter her beyond belief. Oh blessed beings, I've never asked for much but please find it in your hearts to spare me.
No thoughts in her mind would make her comprehend why they were doing this- chasing her, hunting her like a wild animal. She would get no chance for forgiving mercy or explanations just simple murder. Her heart pumped harder and louder to the point of drowning out her irregular breathes. She could feel her bosom shake as she shivered from the crisp night and goosebumps rose on her damp skin.
Without another thought she stood and tried to steady herself, she gathered what little courage she had left and moved one leg in front of the other in a swift run. The young woman ran for her life her entire body in trembling fear; scared above the heavens as to what they were going to do to her if they caught her.
She unexpectedly came face to face with the most feared out of the lot. He glowered down at her a vile look of hatred filling his eyes.
She swallowed and chocked in a sob heart beating madly in her chest they had finally caught her. Her eyes shone with fear and moistness the one person that had desired her destruction above all else.
"Papa?" A solitary moan escaped her throat as something hit her from behind and she spiraled into darkness.
Her arms and legs were tightly held against her body and she had the most excruciating headache. The wavering haze retreated from her mind and she slowly opened her eyes her mind trying to comprehend where she was. Blood could be felt on her neck and she leaned her head back and stopped shock still. The post could now be felt at the back of her head and she started to squirm through her bonds. "No…" She whimpered to herself. "Please no…"
She finally looked into the crowd now facing her, her gaze resting on the smallest form and her heart wrenched in her chest. "William?" She whispered in shock.
Her little brother looked back with anger and hate filling his innocent brown eyes. Smiling slowly he watched avidly as she squirmed trying to free herself from her bonds. She slowly went back to another day filled with much happier memories consequently the one that had led to her doom.
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Running behind his small form she tried catching up, to gather him up in her arms and tickle him; it had been their favorite game.
Slowly she watched as he tripped and fell to the ground in a grinding motion managing to split his lip and scrape his delicate knees on the gravel. She rushed to his side and held him close to her feeling a small pang of guilt. Watching his small eyes begin to water she bit her lip in indecision. He was her world, her smallest and most loyal friend not to mention her own flesh and blood. Usually hiding her abilities she wrestled with her decision. It would only be this one time and she would be as discreet as possible.
"Come with me William." She said. "And be quiet."
They snuck in their bedroom where she made him sit quietly on the floor. "Promise me that you'll never tell anyone what you're about to see."
He nodded and sniffed trying to be brave from his recent ordeal. Watching her worried expression he made a silent vow. He would do anything for her she was his hero and his guardian. She was a blessing from the heavens that had swooped down and had always helped him in his time of need. "I will Belle, I promise."
"All right." Belle smiled gently and placed her slender hands on his knee.
Concentrating hard on the wounds, a light soon resonated from out of her thin fingertips. In his eyes, she could see inquisitiveness but a horror that was ten times worse. If the boy had known what she would do, he would not have made the promise. Witches were bad in his town. They were burned for doing magic, evidently executed since the townspeople were too scared of things they could not explain.
William looked up into Belle's big blue eyes. His only thought that his sister was a witch. This went against everything he had ever known of her. She was a beautiful blonde with gentle features. Isabelle was a caring sister that had saved him many times before. But after she touched his wounds and made the pain dissipate, he'd forgotten about his promise. How was he supposed to have a sister who was a witch?
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Belle just looked at him with tender eyes. Corpulent tears running down her rosy cheeks; all because he had failed to keep her secret. She knew that now. It was his doing that she was tied to this pole about to be burned alive.
Her father looked at her with hateful eyes and they shivered hesitantly in their sockets.
"Isabella Montgomery you are hereby charged with witchcraft." His voice boomed throughout the town. Everyone could hear him. Everyone loved him, he was the town mayor. And now everyone hated Belle.
Licking her dry lips she focused on his unwavering gaze. Her own father was demanding her execution. Her eyes closing momentarily she let her tears escape to slide down to her trembling chin; she was his own flesh, his only daughter.
Blue eyes could only stare as the litany unfolded to heinous accusations and preposterous feats. She stopped listening to her charges for she knew that none of them were true. Belle had only helped those in need and protected them out of the goodness of her heart.
Raising her chin defiantly she looked over to some of her friends. There was Abigail Johnson and Sarah Abraham her two best friends. Confidantes whom she'd spent countless hours with discussing their future and talking about young men debating over who were the handsome ones. She had done so many things for the townspeople them in particular.
"Abby? Sarah?" She tried to speak over her father's voice. "You know me have I not been your friend? I never bid you harm." She slowly tried to plead with them. "Abby, I helped take care of you when you were ill." Abigail had the decency to avert her eyes in shame. "Sarah, when your father's crops were failing I helped him! Please! Tell them!" She chocked on a sob.
They simply stood with the rest of the angry mob choosing her fate without so much as a word in her favor to help save her. Truthfully they were jealous of their soft spoken and beautiful friend.
She burned their expressions of satisfaction to her memory; slowly anger rose replacing her sorrow with hate.
As her father finished reciting the last of her charges her eyes burned with the fire of hatred for the people she had loved and admired. She would go to her death hating them for being so spiteful and simple minded.
Arthur Montgomery approached the pyre with a hissing torch in hand. He watched the young woman with unbidden anger; hardly believing she had once been his beloved daughter.
Lowering it near the hay surrounding Belle, his daughter threw him one more pleading glance.
"Papa... please, no... Papa?" She whispered frantically, terrified for the life she was about to leave.
"Papa, don't do this!" Her voice trembled.
He ignored her pleading words. The fire licked the hay before Arthur tossed the torch at the flammable substances.
She watched with a horrific expression as the fire rose up around her. She felt the searing sensation throughout her body as it burned her clothing and skin beneath it. She looked throughout the entire mob and something inside her teetered on the edge of madness. Muttering under her breathe she began to chant Latin, the sound barely heard above the crackling flame.
The incantation thrived on the hostile anger, hate and vengeance she now wanted to bestow upon them. The spell would forever curse the place and its inhabitants. She would forever remind them of their crime and get her retribution on their ancestors. Making them suffer as she did hurting the world in the process. But to her unknowing, her father was also muttering something that no one in the village except himself heard.