She thought living on the outskirts of London meant she wouldn't get any trouble. Oh, how wrong she was. The Victorian Londoners barged into her house, knocking the door down. Anyone would think, as she was a witch, she could have avoided this conundrum, but she was always a terrible clairvoyant. Rowena sighed as she got up to meet her fate. She knew she'd find a way out of it one way or another, after all, she used to be known for her use of arcane magic and illusions. People outside the coven always thought that all witches practiced necromancy. That was utterly incorrect. Necromancy was forbidden, as was mind control and one definitely was not allowed to hex anyone. But not one person outside the coven knew that. No information came out of the coven. Not until demons started making contracts.

At the time, Rowena was young. Only 53. This may surprise a mortal, but for a witch, that was like being three. Rowena was young and she hardly had any idea what was going on. Everything was explained to her later on when she grew up. A demon, who went by the name of Alucard Tourmente (his master most likely named him), had formed a contract with a knight, during the Medieval period. The knight wanted to get revenge on a witch that had broken his heart. Once the witch was killed, the knight felt his revenge wasn't complete and so decided to eradicate every single witch, it was difficult to do so, since witches were very well hidden, but once one was found, the rest would eventually be too. As a result, witches had been persecuted ever since then, it also meant the witches held a grudge against the demons. This wasn't to say that any witch betrayed the coven, but it wasn't to say that all witches didn't betray the coven. Witches could be foul and loathsome beings. Her friends had been killed. She made new ones, they'd been killed too and the cycle repeated itself. Her parents were the first, though. People had the misconception that only women were witches, this was also incorrect. The very clever women during the medieval period were thought to be witches, because of men wanting to stay superior to women.

Rowena sighed at the memories, waiting for them to reach her room. She had a plan and she was definitely not going waste her stamina and energy on defensive spells.

The handful of rioters rushed into her room, a scruffy, short man as their leader. They all stopped to stare at her. The scruffy short man stepped foreward, almost as if in a daze. He seemed to snap out of it and turned around to stare at his fellow rioters.

"It's one of her spells!" He barked. "She's trying to hypnotise us!"

Rowena cocked her head to the side.

"I am doing no such thing." Rowena said defensively. "I admit I am a witch, but I assure you that whatever you are experiencing is not of my doing."

The man looked like he was about to faint.

"She's a witch! She has admitted to her wrongdoings! Drown her!" A man in the crowd of people said. What the man said seemed to snap the people out of whatever trance they were in and caused them to shout and jeer. Rowena sighed. Oh, how petty the human race was.

The little man seemed to gather his composure and stared at the witch.

"She is using a spell to make herself look beautiful to deceive us!" He shouted, to which the crowd shouted louder. Rowena had no idea what they were talking about. She had never been near a mortal. Ever. So, it was a strange sensation to hear what they said about her. She did look far more beautiful than the average mortal, she decided, perhaps they hadn't expected that from a witch. However, this didn't mean Rowena thought herself beautiful. It was just that witches looked better than mortals. It was a fact of the universe. Like the earth being flat. "By order of the law, you can not use your powers on the common man." The man said, snapping Rowena out of her thoughts.

She sighed, she knew it was incorrect, there was no law made about witches using their powers, but she didn't say anything. Soon enough, she was bundled up and being carried towards the Thames.

They chanted "drown the witch" as they went across London, holding her over their heads to set an example for whatever little of the witch population was left. Rowena stayed calm. She knew what she was doing. Instead of focusing on her doom, she decided to look around the the faces that were looking upon the procession.

There were many beggars and working class people out and the occasional middle class person, however, what caught her eye was a small boy with dark navy blue hair and an eye patch covering one eye watching. Judging by his clothes, he was from a well bred family. He was standing next to his guardian, perhaps his butler, who towered over him. He had back hair and gleaming ruby eyes. The eyes of a demon, Rowena thought. A snarl escaped her lips when she saw him, as the man continued to look on at her with a disinterested face, not realising she was staring at him.

Suddenly the procession came to a halt and Rowena was lifted even higher for everyone to see. Everyone hushed to see and hear what would happen next.

"By orders of the law, I announce this woman to be a witch. She has confessed of her misdoings and she will be punished as befits someone of her kind. Death." The little scruffy man said.

"Good sir, there's no need for such theatricalities, you may as well have just thrown me in, it matters not what you have just said, you have already proclaimed over this whole city that I am a witch. Also, for a man of your class, these big words are unbecoming of you. " Rowena said indifferently. The man blushed furiously because of the embarrassment, some people dared to snigger as Rowena stared ahead, catching eyes with the demon. She narrowed her eyes as he continued looking at her disinterestedly.

"THROW HER IN THE RIVER!" He screamed.

Before Rowena could react, she was plummeting and milliseconds later, cold, sewage filled water hit her.