Author's Note: Well here is the final chapter. Looking back at this I think I could have posted the entire story as a solitary episode instead of splitting it up as I have. Without further ado I humbly submit this for your enjoyment.
When I returned to the village, I saw a large plume of smoke rising from near the swamp. I ran towards it and saw one of the most grotesque scenes of my life. A large mob had gathered around the hut. They had in their hands torches and were building a large fire around it. I reached the scene as the fire was being lit.
"What is going on here? Stop it this instant! Can you now see this woman is sick?" I tried to get towards the door, but a large man threw me backwards and blocked my path. He grunted down at me and snickered.
"The witch is getting what was coming to her. I knew it was too good to be true. No one from an island like that could be God fearing." He turned and rejoined the mob. I sighed and sat back knowing it was helpless; I caught sight of the cripple as she limped towards the house.
"Stop this! She's not a witch! She's innocent. It's not her fault. Please stop! I beg of you…" Tears streamed down her eyes as she continued her limp. A man from the mob turned on her, striking her across the head.
"Shut your trap you, damned girl." He struck her again and looked away, not seeming to care. I heard one last whimper and then silence. I turned and the cripple lay still, not moving. Her lifeless face a mixture of blood and tears.
The mob surrounded the house and kept throwing down their torches. As the fire consumed the house, I saw that Kit had gotten on the roof top somehow. As the blaze surrounded her she began to laugh merrily.
"Today, I join my dear Nat in paradise. I leave this world happy!" Her eyes brightened as the roof collapsed under her weight, sending her into the fiery depths of the house below, she burned a surprisingly long while, laughing the entire time.
In the aftermath of the fires, the sailor responsible for the cripple's 4 murder was hanged. My job was finished, and I left quickly, not wanting to get in the way of the family's grieving.
And so it is I am now writing these events down in my diary, I wonder though about many conditions of this case. Dr. de la Poer was quite stern with me and gave me quite a scolding, muttering something about vampires before leaving me to write.
I do fear the man had an awful fright in London; he was staying with a colleague of his, a certain Dr. Abraham Van Helsing. He will tell me nothing of what went on during his stay say for a few details of little significance. One can only wonder. Now I must depart, for the hour grows late and already fatigue has begun to consume me.