Eve's Pov

I ran into a wall of lead. My eyes widened. "JACK!" I screamed and started hitting the wall. "NO!"

"As I said, losing the ones you love." Pitch's condescending voice said.

I spun finding myself cornered. I hissed as my tail curled downward, fluffed up, my ears laid back, and my body arched.

"Let. Me. Go" I said sounding a lot braver then I felt.

Pitch laughed. "Oh, I'm only getting started."

I opened my hand to make an energy ball, but only my fingers sparked with purple energy.

"Out of Mana? Good, then we can talk. Civil-like." Pitch said with what sounded like a smile in his voice. "Memories are troublesome things, aren't they?" He asked.

I turned to see him holding a tooth box. That's when I saw the girl on it. The golden blonde hair, sky blue eyes, and the not death skin. My eyes widened. "My…"

"…Memories. Yes. Your memories must be dark if you keep them a secret. Even from those closest to you." Pitch said smiling sickly.

I shook myself. "What are you going to do?" I asked and cringed at how my voice cracked.

He smiled even more as he faded into the shadows.

"I think we should all face our fears, don't you?" he asked and suddenly I felt a hand on my face.

I screamed, trying to struggle away. "Let me go!"

"Don't fight it." Pitch said as a new wave of fear hit me.

I felt sleepy as he put something in my hand.

"No…no….let me…." I didn't finish as my world turned black.

For a long moment I thought I was asleep. Then I felt some one grab me.

My eyes snapped open and widened. I was in the call I was in when I was alive. The two men who had grabbed me where the same two that had taken me to the stake.

"No. This isn't real." I said as they dragged me out.

They took me to the town square and my eyes widened at everything. It felt so real.

My eyes landed on the stake. "NO! Not again! NO!" I screamed as they dragged me to it. They shoved me against the stake. "Please!" I yelled looking around wildly.

"Belleve Falls, You have been convicted of Witchcraft. Do you deny this?" The Priest asked reading off a sheet of parchment.

I shook my head as tears began to flow. "PITCH! LET ME GO!"

The Priest had no reaction. The men tied me to the stake so tight I knew that there would be rope burns.

"You did so willingly, knowing the consequents?" He asked.

My eyes where wide and fearful. "Please! Let me go." I whimpered.

"You know that Witchcraft is against god?" He asked.

I looked at him ignoring the vampire that I had made.

"I don't care. You're just a memory! You can't harm me!" I tried to sound confidant, but I could hear the fear in my voice.

"Then by all that is Holy, we cast your wickedness back to hell." He waved a hand.

My eyes widened as the torch was brought over. "No…no." I whimpered.

It touched the pyre.

"Please, oh goddess, please!" I begged as my blonde hair fell in my face.

The pyre caught on fire.

"I beg you please! Let me go!" I cried.

The fire spend to me.

"Please, not again!" I yelled.

The fire hit me and my skin felt like burning candle wax. I screamed the same scream as when I had burned all those years ago. After what felt like an entirety my world was black again. My screaming ended.

"No one is going to come. No one is going to save you." Pitch's voice echoed.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell 'No! No, that's not true!' but nothing came.

"I'd love to stay, but I have an appointment with Frost. I think I'll leave you with your nightmare." His laugh echoed painfully.

Then someone grabbed me. My eyes opened as the Nightmare started again and again.