"HOW could you kill my daughter?!!" Margaret screamed at me, her arm stretched out across Alec to hold him back in a patronising way. Hailey was dead? "I go to the house to check up on her, and she's shaking like she's in the snow!"

I would have thought that Hailey would calm down a bit since I'd left...

"-but oh no, Robert told me everything you WITCH!" With that, she lunged at me.

I leapt from my tranquil place on the window seat, and began backing myself into the wall, but I stopped dead in my tracks. Margaret's face had gone blank, like she had left this world and entered another, and Alec was looming over her, boring into her eyes.

Shocked, I stood silently still, waiting for Margaret to snap from her apparent trance. Upon instinct, I approached my brother and put a hand on his shoulder. His gaze immediately shifted, and Margaret gasped, staggering and clutching my bedpost for support.

"This is why Robert would have been better for Hailey," she muttered under her breathe. "Robert wouldn't have gained a pair of disturbed murderers for family-"

The anger in my gut swelled up again, a beast roaring in my very chest, fire churning around it and spurring it on as I took a step towards her. Margaret collapsed into frenzied screams, crumpling to the floor and tearing at her dress. The pain she experienced was like a drug. It was enough to stop the pain for now, but I knew it would come crawling back when I was through with her, whatever through was. I had no idea what was happening, only that it felt good and satisfying, and there was no-one stopping me.

It was now Alec's turn to shake me from my torturous escapade.

Margaret stopped writhing, and slumped to the floor, momentarily unconscious.

"You shouldn't have done that..." Alec murmured, scooping down over the woman who immediately woke and scuttled upright to a standing position.

Alec and I stepped cautiously away from her as she began to raise a violently shaking hand to point a scrawny index finger. Only two words left her lips.

"Devils children."

And then she ran.

No more than a few days passed, when we heard news of Margaret's death.

The doctor later informed me that her last words were complaining that there was a "pain beyond pains. Like 1000 knives were stabbing her, like she was dipped in burning oil, but not a scratch did pierce her skin." It was a heart attack that finished her.

In such cases of tragedy, only one method of evil can explain. Witchcraft.

Now, the men's heated breath caused clouds of mist to form in front of their faces, like smoke breathed heavily from a hateful dragon, before disappearing into nothingness. That was what would become of me.

Once Margaret's body was resting alongside of her daughter's, Dick was distraught and livid.

"How else would you explain it?!" He yelled to my father. "Your children, those things have never been right. A pair of Satan's own! Well, you will PAY for this wrong you have done me!"

My father had pleaded for him to be reasonable, so rash he was being.

"What are you trying to suggest?!" My father called back to him, mother crying desperately in the corner.

"Your nymphs murdered my wife and child. Justice will be served; you can mark that one Gregory!"

With that, he had swept from our household into the night. We tried to run, packed what little we needed and made a break for it, but Dick was prepared for us. Men were stationed around the village walls and cut off our path, our one last reason to be hopeful.

Presently, my parents had vanished, taken by some of the men, and Alec and I were being dragged mercilessly to the village cells.

The smell wafting around us was sickening, twas of dying folk and rats and muck.

"This'll accommodate you nicely witchy," Dick breathed in my ear, his hot breath creeping down my neck. Thrown inside head first, everything turned black.