Hello to my lovely readers!

I haven't updated for almost a month now. :/ I beg for all of your forgiveness. BUUUUT! I have excuses like any other student who has forgotten to do their homework at least once in their life. ;)

Okay so... Excuse: Vacation! It has thoroughly killed me while giving me the experiences of a life time! 5 days after my previous update, I went down to the shore for a week with my family for some family time and relaxing. It was of course lovely, but did I write any while I was there? Nope (Well... a paragraph :P) Did I feel like writing when I got back? Nope? Did I have it on my stuff-to-do-before-school-starts list? Yes! Did I follow that list very well? ...No. Did I put my foot down at the last minute? Yes! Yes, I did do that! But school is starting in two days... Writing won't be much of an issue since I usually write during my lunch periods. Hard part is typing it all up. Gonna work hard to keep you guys updated though, but just know school's killing me if I don't update for a while. :P

So, yes. That's how it works with a procrastinator. ^.^ But I put my foot down cause I love you guys tons, and tons, and still tons!

Here are some shout-outs for some of my new reviewers from my last chapter. twilightfreak1310 and Kaitlyn, love you guys and hugs! Really means a lot to me when people take the time to tell me something about my story. :)

So please enjoy and review! Much love!

I blinked my eyes open into a strange dark atmosphere. There was just enough light that I could see the movement… struggles… of two unknown objects. "Hello?" I breathed.

A blade moved to my lips as a kind voice quieted me. "Shhh." I made out the face of the boy and let out a soft gasp.

"I thought you saw it was wrong," I whispered. He shook his head with a gorgeous smile. The boy traced my lips with the knife as I stared at him in fear. When he got to the corner of where he begun he pressed the knife into my lips causing me to feel the warmth of my blood seeping through torn skin. Another gasp escaped my throat. He continued cutting along my lips as if in a pattern. The blood ran into my open mouth filling it with the taste of salt and metal. When the boy had finally reached the other corner of my lips, he stuck the knife in deeper making me wince. "Please…" I begged. My begging did not help me in the least bit.

He swished the knife around my face leaving quick, long, red wounds leaving blood flowing from almost every part of my face. My whole face felt as if shards of glass were continually poking through it causing tears to make my eyes shine. The boy looked at me as if he was almost done and then cut two more slits right under my eyes. My tears mixed with the red liquid that covered my face. My head felt light, as if I were to pass out, but there was one last part to my torture. The boy handed me a mirror, and I stared back at my butchered face. My face was truly hidden by the blood, and my jagged hair did not compliment it in the slightest. I looked as if I were from one of those horror stories the older children used to tell the young girls to scare them. I was unrecognizable.

Rough hands shook me awake, and the boy set me down on my feet. My eyes wandered dazed, but the boy pulled me forward, steadying me as I stumble after him. I stared at him as I followed for a few seconds and felt my face for scars. Nothing. The sun had passed, and it was now night, but ahead of me was an orange light in the distance. As I came to my senses, I realized what was happening. I shook my head and tried to pull away, but the boy's grip only tightened. "No," I whispered. "Let me go."

The boy turned to me with a frown but continued pulling me toward the light, toward my death. I struggled with him further until he had me slung over his back again. At this point, I was out of breath and tired again, but I continued struggling and trying to get away. He finally dropped me to the ground, and I was once again surround by vulgar words and villagers calling me a witch. I covered my ears refusing to get up until the teacher kicked me over. They all crowded around me making me feel caged in and nauseous. Some of the people kicked me as the teacher had only making it more difficult to breathe. I finally let out a sharp scream, and many of the villagers glared down at me.

Someone pulled me up off the ground and tied a rag around my head and over my mouth. I coughed and choked at first, to the pleasure of the villagers, but then I saw Alec. He was watching me too. His eyes were so dark and tired. I wondered how late it was and what they had done to him. Someone held him at his knees as they tied another rag around his head as they had done to me but not before he could call out my name. My eyes were wide on him, and I thrashed about and kicked whoever was holding me in hopes of getting to my twin. I tried to yell out his name, but only ended up choking myself to the point of weakness.

I heard a few children chuckling who had been allowed to go to sleep late so they could watch my brother and I burn. I had never seen a burning in my life. I had seen a witch hunt come through our village at one point, but that was it.

I stared up at the angry and disgusted villagers. I couldn't help but wonder what Alec had done to the book that these people had found out about it. I would have thought he had been more careful. He always had been. Who was I to question him though? It why my fault for even taking the book. I had been so curious… I did not even remember the exact reason of why I had been compelled to take it. It was now clear before me, after this night was done, after the fire was put out, I would be the very cause of what had killed Alec and me. At least I would be dead as well. I wouldn't have to actually live with the guilt that would no doubt drive me insane with time.

The leader of the burning came out of the church and called everyone's attention and told them that the burning would begin now. He said a few words I could barely take about being freed of the demons that walked out from Hell. I glared at him. How could he- how could any of them stand this? Even if a person was a witch, how could it be a pleasant thing to see anyone have their flesh and bones turned to ash?

The man who had tied the rag around my mouth and held me from running away pushed me forward until I almost touched the flames. They had pushed Alec beside me, and I stared at him not daring to show a hopeful smile. He wouldn't see it, anyway, with the cloth covering my mouth.

I heard people hiss and mutter as someone pushed passed the gathering crowd. "Stop! Stop!" she screamed at them. The woman broke through the crowd, and I found myself staring at my mother. The was such a mess. He hair was in knots, her face streamed with tears, and her mouth hanging open taking in all the oxygen that she could. She met Alec's face and my own and gave a soft gasp. "What is wrong with you people!" she cried. "They are children for god sakes! How dare you!" I blinked my eyes in wonder. Could she talk sense into them?

It wasn't true though. I couldn't believe in sense anymore. The furious faces of the villagers seemed savage now, a fire that couldn't be put out. There was no more sanity, just cold fear and bloodlust. There was no longer a safe place to escape to, not for us. We were damned to this fate without a hope in the world.

I watched my mother as her ragged breathing slowed. I could no longer tell the villagers' reactions, not at first, because I could not bear to tear my eyes away from Mother's hollow face. I'd had so much hope in that moment. This was the last bit I had left in me. In those few seconds it did not occur to me that anything bad could happen. I had thought it had been the worst things could get, and the courage my mother had used had to have shown them something. Anything.

"She must be a witch as well… defending the demons…" someone said in an airy but clear voice. And just like that, my world fell apart. A man moved to her and grabbed her. A few other's came to help him because of Mother's struggle. She had tried. The grip loosened a bit on my shoulders, and I fell to my knees.

The men dragged her to the fire despite her kicking and screaming. Endless screaming that I would never forgotten. I could have done something in that moment. The man who had been holding me was distracted. I could have found the will to get up and run after her. It would have gotten me killed, but at least I could say that I was there for her. That's not how it was though. The only thing I found the will to do was close my eyes and listen to the chilling screams that cut through my heart as she burned. I began to whimper as tears rolled out of my eyes. Over all the voices, I heard my brother shouting hatred.

I attempted to picture her as I last saw her. There had been something about her. There hadn't only been fear in her eyes. There had been a fierce determination and defiance. I fell limp. Why hadn't I done anything? Before I died, they had to take everything from me. My brother was the last thing I had. Or would I be his last?

Yup. Life's depressing.

Bit of gore for those of you who have been waiting. Not sure if that's completely M rated yet. lolz. But just to be safe I made it M now because the next chapter is going to be gorier.

This chapter and the next chapter were actually going to be together, but I decided not to keep you guys waiting, and this is still my longest chapter. *jumping around like an idiot* What? Can't a girl get excited over her amount of words? ^.^

Love to you guys again! You are my motivation and reviewing let's me know you haven't died on me, and I haven't died on you. ;)