chapter 2- witch hunts
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it was my twenty third birthday and my father had been ill for a few weeks, i knew what was coming.
" i have brought you up now for three and twenty years. you are a man now." , he said as i walked into the room.
" thankyou father" , i said.
"i am old, carlisle. and now, you are incharge of the raids, you will rid london of witches, vampires and werewolves." , he said.
" yes father" , i was obedient.
i began my job of hunting witches and vampires.
but i was not quick to see the demons and so, i was destined to disappoint my father.
" Carlisle. why do you not see the many demons of the world? there has not been a raid these six weeks. you need to do your job, i will not have you bring shame upon this family!" , my father said to me one day.
" i'm sorry father. i am persistent. i just dont believe there are so many evils in london. i apologise, i will find them father, i am new to this, i will prove myself." , i promised. i searched high and low for the next week. nothing. then i hit a breakthrough. i had found a group of them, atleast five. i told my father.
"well its about time you did, when is the pursuit?" , father asked me.
" tonight, after sunset" , i replied. my father smiled a proud, wide smile and i couldnt help but smile back. i had done it, i had found real vampires. i had done what my father had never managed to do.
" your mother would be proud of you carlisle, as i am." , he was happy. that night i rounded up the mob and we waited where i saw the monsters leave the sewers. sure enough, one of them emerged. we chased him. he turned and there was a gleam in his eye. he called in latin to the remainder of those in the sewer.i was leading the pursuit as he tried to run away. but then he turned, pure madness and desperation was on the wretched creatures face, and he lunged, attacking without a thought. i was pushed to the ground. i tried, desperation now in my actions, to force the thing off me, but it was a lost battle. suddenly there was a stabbing pain in my neck. and the creature was off me, making a grab for the man behind me. and everyone was gone.
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i lay there on the floor writhing in agony. i knew what was happening to me, i knew what my father would do, anyone infected by the swines would be burned. self preservation took me over and i heaved myself up and hid in a cellar, burying myself in rotten potatoes. i was burning inside, it was a struggle to keep quiet. my heart picked up the pace as the temperature of my chest rose. the fire spread, engulfing my body. i could not open my eyes, i felt that if i did, i would see the fire and that would be enough to make me scream. and so i lay there, in more pain than i thought possible.
at last the burning retracted, leaving my fingers and toes free from the fire. i felt some relief. but then, as my heart rate hightened further, so did the intensity of the fire, then my ankles were free, along with my wrists. after three long days the fire burnt itself out and i was free from the torture. my heart ceased to move, it lay there pointless and of no use in my chest cavity, never to move again.
i had become the very creature i was hunting, a monster, a villain, a danger to society, my soul lost forever. i was damned.