RED FLAMES OF A BURNING WITCH

"Burn the witch! Burn her! Burn her!"

They screamed. Oh, how they chanted those words till their faces turned a bright vibrant shade of red. They pumped their fists up in the smoldering air and watched as they forcefully tied this beautiful woman up to a stake. Their hearts were anxious, beating erratically in their chest as this woman gazed upon the crowd with a heavily somber look on her face. She was gracefully unphased despite having to have been soaked to the bone in blood. It wasn't her own blood though, but the blood of her lover that she had to forcefully watch be executed only moments ago.

The very last memory of him burned itself into her mind. She could recall his eyes and how they gazed upon her like she was a goddess until the very last second. The beautiful woman could feel his burning devotion for her until his life finally came to an abrupt end by the heavy axe of the executioner, taking his head off in one swing. The instant his hot blood splattered on her skin was the last sensation she had ever felt. She watched as the light faded from his eyes, moments later melting her heart until nothing was left. She felt nothing now. It was an empty feeling inside her body. Totally hollow. That moment was another memory she pleads to forget. She cried and screamed to the damned gods who were no longer listening to her prayers.

"What are you waiting for! Burn her!" They all continued to chant for her soon demise. "Burn the witch!"

Their words sounded distant to her now, like someone was shouting from miles and miles away. The only thing that was on her mind though was him. The Count. He must've been worried sick about what they were going to do to her after he was gone. She was glad though. Happy to some extent that he wouldn't have to see her become a candle. A candle that will only last a single night. And oh, what a beautiful night it was. The perfect night. The last night.

The beautiful woman lifted her silvery-gray eyes up to the sky as the cool air tickled her face. The world was beautiful and shinned like millions of diamonds, glistening a pure shade of stark white that danced across the darkly blue night. The moon hung high as well and reflected upon her skin, making it glow like she was made of ivory.

Soon, she began to feel the scorching hot sensation of a burning torch getting closer to the stack of wood and dried grass. Any moment now she will become a candle, and you know what...? For her beloved...she will remain to be beautiful even if she had to turn into a smoldering statue of ash.

For some reason now...being consumed by flames didn't feel as bad to her anymore. And with that, she will finally be reunited with the man she loved with all her heart. To feel his warm arms wrap tightly in either hell or heaven. She didn't care where she ended up at...as long as she was with him.

With a final breath out into the cool air, she waited patiently for her time to come. "My love...let us meet again if the gods will allow it," she spoke with a voice like a melody.

The cracking of wood began and the chanting became louder. Flames rose from beneath and coiled around her body like a cloak, setting her silky blonde hair and splattered white dress aflame. The harsh wind began to pick up and made the fire become unstable, causing a blistering scream to belt out from the woman's lungs as she was burned alive. She never once lost her grace though...and along with the raging wind, the fire only added to her appeal, making her seem divine within the flames. Her golden hair, now a bright shade of vermilion resembled a candle's flame, while her ivory skin and white dress were made of wax, soon charing to a gritty black.

She fought back her screeches of pain as the flames clouded her vision and almost burned her eyes right out of her head, but through their haze...she saw something began to swarm in the back of the crowd who remained oblivious to what was going on. It was hard to make out but it almost appeared as it was a black hoard of screeching bats. Red eyes penetrated the darkness through a new type of chanting began, but they weren't chanting...they were screaming. Body parts, organs, and blood sprayed the air as the screaming became less and less...until the sweet sound of silence was finally granted to her.

The woman could no longer feel the pain of the fire as all her senses were burned away, and as her eyes slowly started to close...she watched as those gorgeous red eyes got closer and closer to her, making her dead heart flutter once more.

Author's Note:

I guess you can consider this a somewhat late Chrismas present from me!

Hello and welcome back to the final installment of Anna's story. Made you wait, didn't I? Well, don't worry. I had a lot of brainstorming episodes and I know what I'm going to do with this story. I'm also going to be covering quite a bit of Anna's backstory since the original serious still kinda surrounded her in mystory. I'm excited to show you what's going to happen in this story, as well as seeing Anna and Alucard's relationship for the last time.

And don't worry. I will be changing a lot from the original story to keep you entertained until Incognito is introduced and show more of Anna's personality...as well as a deeper and more buried side to her.

Let me know if you're excited for the final book in Anna's journey.