Hello…again readers…I'm trying to update as fast as I can; this story is almost over anyways…Thank you for reading…
"I'm not going to be able to handle this…" I chanted, pacing back and forth behind the stage. I peeked around the corner and saw angry humans and my family sitting stiffly beside them. Oh, how I knew how much they wanted to jump each and every one of them…Oh my.
'You'll be fine.' That annoying—'I resent that.'—voice appeared again and I tried to shake it out of my mind. 'That does nothing.' It says as I try to focus on what I'm going to say.
I growl, remembering my short speech until a gruesome thought occurred to me.
The pink haired woman stepped out, dressed in a black cloak. She glared at each and every one of the people in brown. For a moment her jade eyes turned cat-like and the people shuddered.
"Haruno Sakura." Said woman turned to the man holding a mallet. He was situated at the left corner of the stage, if you were facing it, and the girl was at the far left…and in the middle was the medieval instrument used for burning witches.
"Thou had been accused of witch craft." He started.
"How does thou plea?" His voice was stern and he portrayed no emotions. He was old and wrinkly, hardened by the multiple trials he has lead.
"Innocent." She says in a soft voice.
"Say again?" He asked.
"Innocent." She said seriously, lifting her chin up; not letting such event scorn her pride. Though her wrists were tied and her body was bruise, she stood tall.
"SHE LIES!" A sandy brown haired man shouted, pointing at the accused.
"SILENCE!" The old man shouted and snarled at the man. He quickly turned to the girl.
"No demon is trapped within me, I am not the devil's work; I AM NOTHING OF THE DARKNESS OF WHICH YOU SPEAK." She raised her voice boldly. "The devil did not come to me and bid me serve him; what have you proof I am what you call a witch?"
"Your family—your children and spouse had died simultaneously in a fire that burned your house to ashes. Though you-YOU WERE LAFT UNSCATHED. Isn't that what they call sorcery?" A woman in the crowed preached.
"Foolish peasant woman, I have bore no child, I have wedded no man. It is you who lies at the face of this trial." She said calmly.
"Your fate has been sealed, wench." The man spat. "There are no means of escape. You shall be burnt like your family, fictional or not."
"Burn me if you will…" She looked at the ten other suspected, one of them a little girl. "It were better that ten suspected witches should escape than one innocent person be condemned."
She was strapped to a pole with wood at her feet. She stood lifeless and smiled at the other accused.
"Suffer thou a witch…" She tuned him out.
'I plead innocent for I am no witch. I am far worse. There is no demon within me for I am the demon. I am not the devils work, I am his luxury. I am no witch. I am no sorceress. I am fanged and stained, my blood does not flow through my veins. I allow them to burn me; make me suffer consequences for I am immortal. A simple flame will not kill me. I will remain unscathed after this trial and they will all suffer at my feet for I am no witch, no sorceress, but no mortal either; I am…'
"BURN!"
'…a vampire.'
"Sakura…Sakura!" I snapped out of my thoughts as Kakashi shook me.
"Huh? I mean, hey." I said, a little dizzy.
"Are you okay?" He asked, genuinely worried.
"I'm fine, Kakashi." Came my simple answer.
"Well, okay. You're up." He gave me a pat and I started to hyperventilate.
"I'm going to screw this up. I'm going to screw this up. Holy Crap. Holy Crap."
"Stop it." He scolded lightly. "You're going to be fine. Just breathe and think before saying anything."
"BRING OUT THE ACCUSED!" A voice boomed.
"You'll be fine." He gave me a smile. "And if it doesn't turn out well, we'll just kill them." Kakashi joked and I gave an uneasy chuckle.
"Go on, go on then." He pushed quite hardly. I tripped over the stairs and was trembling all the way to the podium. I just forgot what to say and gulped. All those people in the crowd, all their angry glares shook me.
I scanned the crowd and looked at the familiar faces of my friends. They were drenched with worry. There was Ino chewing at her perfectly manicured nail, Naruto who was accompanied by his father, the mayor, who had helped us arrange this gathering, Shikamaru wasn't asleep—he was wide awake and holding Ino's other hand, Tenten held a scared Hinata in her arms while Neji stood stiffly beside them; a ghost of a smile appeared on my pale face, thanking them for their loyalty.
"Uh…hi." I start. And they all replied with a bland "Hi." too. "I'm Sakura."
"Hello Sakura." They replied again, flat.
"You say I am a vampire." I test; whether they'll trample me or not.
"Yes, yes you are." They're sounding like zombies now.
"I'm not." I state boldly, which brings a more emotional reaction form them.
"SHE LIES!" A parent said from the crowd.
It's the same. They're doing it; they'll burn me.
'That was the Salem Witch Trials, Sakura.' I hear his voice, but, never the less, my breathing quickens.
'Calm down. I'm right in the crowd.' It helps—knowing that he's here.
'Look for me.' That's all he says and I did. I looked for him. And Ifound him, smirking in the crowd.
I focus all my attention to him, imagining that it was only us two.
"I am not a vampire." I state breathlessly. "Foolish accusations will lead to the human race's downfall." His smirk grew wider as glares grew more heated.
"She is ruining our name! She mocks the human race! Betrayal!" I smile lightly when the woman shouted; she gave me the perfect opportunity.
"You called me—us traitors, but do you see what you yourselves are doing?" I talk professionally. And my friends' faces grew brighter; they have hope. "You have no solid proof that we are what you say we are—you are destroying our name."
The people quieted down and looked at me with interest, some even nodded.
"I am human. We are human. We are your kind." My confidence grew with each second. "You call us vampires, traitors. You mock my kind for I am no vampire. You mock your own kind."
It all made sense now; well, at least it did to me.
"How are we sure that you are not a vampire? How can we trust you?" I searched for an answer and I found one, the perfect one, the best I could give. It was probably obvious, but it was true. I flashed my great grandfather a smile and he knew exactly what I was thinking.
I looked at everyone and they looked back expectantly.
"It all makes sense." I start. "We're not vampires."
They were on the edge of their seats.
"Because if we were…" I looked thoughtful, tapping a finger to my chin. I giggled at their faces.
"All of you would've been dead by now."
I especially loved writing the witch trial part. It was more of Sakura's imagination then. Please review, loves.
