Chapter One
By the late fifteenth century witches and vampires were hunted down and killed. People feared us they believed we would kill them. So many of us went into hiding hoping that this would all just blow over. It did to an extend some people knew about us and treated us like humans. There were still vampires that went rogue and were confided to the dark sky. That all changed when the dead began to rise. I have never seen anything like it, they seemed to be driven on the motion to kill. I managed to escape the city and moved to the farm land. I found a farm and the owner Hershel. He, his wife Anita, their son Jimmy and daughter Maggie along with Patricia and Otis lived there. They allowed me to stay and I repay them by using my vampire and magic ability to her fortify the farm.
"Rose honey could you go and collect the eggs and make sure the chickens have food" Anita asked as I walked into the kitchen. Anita was a middle aged woman not a grey hair in sight and the sweetest woman I ever met. She convinced Herschel to let me stay.
"Sure Anita" I replied smiling before grabbing the small basket and heading outside. The smell of the summer air was wonderful. I loved working for the Greene's because they treated me like one of the family. I strolled into the chickens coop and began picking the eggs when I heard someone screaming and yelling.
"Andre, Poppy are you guys alright?" Herschel asked grabbing his brother into a one armed hug before hugging Poppy.
"The house and barn were overrun with walkers, I couldn't fight them off" Andre exclaimed "Everything is gone. I can't believe it." By the looks on their faces I could tell the walkers hit them pretty hard.
"Rose I need your help could you make Poppy and Andre forget the entire incident and make them think they moved in with us months ago?" Herschel asked as I walked over to them.
"You really want me to do that Herschel" I replied shocked that he asked me something like this. He has never done that before.
"Yes I do. They need to forget this" he sighed and gently took the eggs off of me and walked inside. I stood there contemplating what Herschel had just asked me to do. It seemed too unreal yet so sane at the same time. I didn't want to do it, wipe their memories and replace them with completely different ones. To me that just wasn't right but if I was in that position I think I would have done the same thing, asked someone to wipe their memories. I walked slowly into the house purposely just to give myself more time and think this through. I got to the living room and seen the Poppy and Andre were shaking and nursing a cup of tea or at this case warm water with some milk.
"Andre, Poppy I need you to listening closely okay" I told them and stood in front of them. I placed one finger on each forehead and began to chant, they gasped and their eyes began to drop as they fell into a deep sleep.
"You will not remember what happened the last few days, all you can remember is being invited to stay with Herschel after your home was burned down." I said softly to them
"Leave them to sleep and when they wake up they will think their home burnt down months ago and that's why they are here" I told Herschel "If anyone says what actually happened they could instantly remember and I won't be able to erase their thoughts again" I warned Herschel and he seemed to understand what was going on and nodded. I walked upstairs and collected some blankets and pillows and handed them to Jimmy and Maggie. They smiled and placed them over Poppy and Andre.
The next morning Poppy and Andre woke up gasping and then she sobbed for a few minutes. After breakfast everyone went to do their jobs when there was screaming from outside. We all rushed to the front of the house and seen this man carrying a bloody young boy and way behind him was Otis and some other man.
"Please y. have t. help my boy, he was . by the man that brought us here" the father said gasping for breath clutching his boy tightly
"Bring him inside. Maggie prepare the bed, Jimmy get all my equipment and Rose's book" Herschel said while I guided the father and young boy in.
"Here place him on the bed" I said and watched as the father slowly placed the son on the bed. I smiled at the sight of a caring father.
"What are you smiling at and what is your name?" the father asked smiling slightly before looking at his son.
"My name's Rose and I'm a witch. I was smiling at the caring look on your face. I have seen many men kill their own flesh and blood just to survive." I replied. The look on his face showed me his disgust and hatred. "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name?" I asked smiling sweetly
"I'm Rick Grimes and this is my son Carl. You boy Otis shot him by accident. I don't hold anything against Otis, it's just…. he's my boy" Rick replied
"Rick come on into the living room and take a seat. Myself and Herschel will look after Carl and make sure that he makes a healthy recovery" I replied and motioned for him to go towards the living room.