Let them burn.

Chapter one

Tallulah.

The guards barged through my door it was 6am. Dragging me out of my home holding on to my hair while putting handcuffs on me. They were so tight that my hands were purple and cutting off my circulation.

"What have I done?" I screamed trying to loosen their grips.

With the neighbours watching enjoying the show from their cottage windows. The guards didn't answer my question. I had no shoes on and we had walked through bush land with broken sticks and covered by sloppy wet muddy soil. Leaves sticking to my feet. I sited the courtyard.

The guards shoved me into a small room with about 100 people as the jury. Scowling at me looking deep into my soul. Like I was trash. Including Saint Christopher who was the pastor of the local church in Shadows Hill and Mr Walker the magistrate holding the gavel in his hands waiting to bang it onto the table.

The governor's children and wife were also among the jury. The gossipers of the town chatting, whispering among themselves. The girls started to cuss me. I was forced into the confessions box right next to the magistrate.

I Tallulah was a slave to the Govenor, I cooked I cleaned I looked after their children while their father was at work and his wife running errands constantly. Her name was Penelope and she was like a princess always expecting for things to go her way and when they didn't she threw a tantrum like a small child. Brat.

"She's a witch!" Shouted Penelope.

"Your going to a place where the sun does not shine." The magistrate said with a smile on his face.

The guards grabbed me by the arms and shoved me outside. Then I saw the minister throwing a noose over the nearest, highest tree.

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned." I screamed while dropping myself on to the grass.

The minister placed five sandstone blocks underneath the rope. As the guards picked me up put the noose around my neck with a whip in his hands. As I stood upon the sandstone blocks I saw Fred my husband. They pushed him to the ground and started to whip his back. Right through to the core.

"I love you." I said without saying a word. He said it back. We had a telepathic connection.

After fourteen whips from the minister you could see his back turned bloody and you could see his flesh. He was trying to protect me. Such a kind, generous man. The guards brought out more sandstone blocks and placed them on his back one by one.

"Stop! I confess, I confess!" He cried in agony.

As they put the fourth stone upon him he lost his breath and could not move. His body gave out. His heart stopped beating. The towns people in awe with their eyes covered and mouth closed.

"I confess! I confessed to stealing herbs from the garden to mix in with my magical tea as Fred called it. I had a couple of customers and I would make a few shillings. Coca, rosemary, honey with a hint of garlic and lemon. It cured most sicknesses.

I only earned very little money as the Governor's house slave. I would work for hours at a time with minimal toilet brakes that were ten minutes each. One serving of food during the day and one during the night. Breakfast and Dinner. That I would cook.

The children are still moving their bodies in odd positions with their mother trying to hold them down so that they wouldn't hurt themselves. I would read them tarot readings and give them lessons about the stars.

My mother Juliane taught me everything she was a witch doctor. She would not let me outside because the white people would torture us as we were dark skinned. She was right the outside world is cold and dark. But I am still a human with rights. But now I had no choice but to die.

As the minister took away the sandstone blocks beneath my feet with a smile on his face. As the last stone was kicked over my neck snapped as he lit the fire below me he threw Fred's bleeding body into the fire with mine. While the town's people covered their eyes while my body was crackling away into the fire.

I hoped that they would all have nightmares and replayed my neck snapping into pieces. I hoped they would walk past the court yard and have my spirit haunting them forever. As my spirit left the fire I landed in Purgatory. Where souls linger in a place in-between heaven and hell. I hoped that my soul would be purified and cleansed. So that I could reincarnate my body into something else and then go to heaven.

"Where is God? Isn't he supposed to bring the light? To the Garden where Adam and Eve once resided.

It was dark and it was cold, pitch black. I saw what looked like a street light glowing. But it was flickering. As I walked further along the light got brighter.

"God are you there?" I questioned praying to.god that it wasn't the devil's advocate. Emerging from the light I saw Fred. He had wings and a halo above him. His wounds and body healed. He had colour in his face. Hovering above me. He tried to reach out and grab my hand he faded into the darkness and disappeared. Floating into the oblivion against the wilderness. I couldn't cry not one drop.

Then suddenly I heard a roar.i started to run away from the light. But I tripped. I fell onto something that was hard I was blind sited. I could hear growling. It was close to me. As the glowbugs surrounded me they started whispering the word "mate". Then I saw a wolf. He was grey he looked very sick. But there was something about him. He let me run my hands along his fur. He was soft and fluffy with a big head on him. His eyes were fluorescent green, and big long eye lashes to complement them. He was majestic, beautiful. He enjoyed my pats.

As I looked back the glowbugs they had made a path with their light. They wanted me to follow them. Then I looked back and the wolf was gone. All I can think about was Fred. I longed to be in our own bed. With his warmth next to me. Hopefully heaven was being good to him. I hoped that God would guide him. I hoped that he was with our other relatives that had passed on. Hopefully he was watching over me. As I longed for his love.

Fred and I had been together for seven years now we loved each other very much. He had so much love to give and a really kind heart. As I got to the end of the glowbugs path a grandfather's clock was put Infront of me. The time read 3:00am. The witching hour. As I put my hand out to touch it the clock consumed my spirit. I was scared.

Chapter two.

1527 to 1725.

When the clock consumed my spirit it allowed me to watch over the people that I loved. The time wasn't changed at first. I saw my dear mother sitting on her lounge chair crying. She wanted to avenge my death. She was in agony. She kept sipping our hot magic tea. It always made our aches and pains go away. She began the healing process slowly.

After twenty more accused witches were hung and two hundred people vanished to confinement. We were elected a new minister of the church and a new Govenor that didn't believe in magical happenings the families of the convicted witches were compensated and the Govenor read a very detailed apology.

This time the clock turned back to 1527. There was such a thing as the werewolf trials. Eighteen woman and thirteen men were accused of being a werewolf or being with a werewolf. The Glowbugs appeared again and whispered "Jake." Over and over again. There was a wolf pup with his two parents. That could shape into humans. They lived in a small cottage that was out of the way of society. This time slot was rather scary.

Eight men knocked on their door with crosses burning in their hands. They continued knocking. They smashed all the windows with rocks. The front door had been lit on fire with no way to escape but the little pup jumped out of the back window as his parents slept with the house burning and were burnt alive. When the old minister found out about Blake the little pup he conducted a man hunt.

When they found him sleeping in the woods alone in his human form he was locked in a cage and sent to the court yard. He died the same way as Fred. Whipped to the flesh and crushed to death and his body thrown into the fire.

Even though he had never committed a crime. He'd only ever eat animals that where dying. I never saw him eating a human in the time slot only an animal. By then I was desperate to find the wolf who's name was apparently Blake. According to the Glowbugs. I didn't know trees and glow bugs could whisper deep down into what seemed to be darkness. I thought about how long he had to suffer even though he wasnt doing anything wrong.

"Please take me to heaven." I said to myself. I knew that I was dead. I knew that I was in Purgatory. It started to rain. The clock struck twelve and threw my spirit out. Suddenly there was growling again.

"Blake?" I said.

The glowbugs told me to go back to him and to go with him because something dangerous is coming.

"Mate." He said softly while grabbing my hand.

" We have to go, the bloodhounds are coming."

He explained.

He sniffed my hair.

"Don't worry you'll get used to it." He said with a cheeky smile on his face. At this point he was in human form. I hopped on his back.

And I gripped his shoulders. He had sharp fingernails with a pale complexion. Black and grey hair with green eyes that sparkled.

I wondered what he meant by the word "mate".

Purgatory was relaxing and comforting with him. Gripping onto his back made me feel safe. I had not felt safe in a very long time. His skin was soft and fragile. He was no longer a pup he was the alpha. I was struggling to hold on as he was going faster then the speed of light. It started storming with big claps of thunder followed by lightning. But I wasn't scared I felt free. Like nothing could get me.

He came to a jolt. He pulled a key out of his mouth. I got off his back and he held my hand. He started to draw in the air in the shape of a door. It opened and we went through it making sure to lock it closed. This hole world was black and white. Then we ran to a farm. It looked like it was cold dark and abandoned. Hidden in the darkness. He got out another key from his mouth again and drew the same thing.

He took my hand and we entered it quickly. There's was a small cottage with a farm the same farm that we had seen before we jumped into the last door but this one was colourful. A completely different world. Blake walked into a room and put comfortable clothes on. He gave me comfortable clothes to I changed Infront of him but he didn't look. My heart was racing I could feel things/senses again. There were others floating around in what looked like a loungeroom.

I sat down on the lounge with the others. They all looked quite sick. There was little children running around going wild without a care in the world. Their mothers watching them wear themselves out. I felt safe and I felt warm. Glad to be out of the darkness that enriched me with its secrets. I wondered if my soul was able to be purified here. One part of my non existent brain thought that I might be stuck here for a while. I was devastated to say the least. At this point I didn't think I would see Fred ever again. I'd hope that God was guiding him.

Blake came and sat down next to me and wrapped his arm around me and smiled. Even though I was a dark skinned women he was a pasty white boy but he was beautiful. I could tell he had a kind soul. You couldn't tell that he had been through a massive amount of trauma from when he was a pup but now he only had scars. He explained how and why.

He explained that he survived on unicorns blood after his parents passed away in the fire. But the unicorns would already be dead before he got to feed upon them. I never knew unicorns existed in any world. But this world was quite surprising and magical.

A place where the trees and the glow bugs tell powerful stories giving the lost a reason not to surrender and to keep going. Nobody could die here, nobody could feel pain, nobody needed to eat, nobody wanted to cause a war. No rivalry no Ransome. No money, no belongings to worry about. No bullying, no judging. Nothing but freedom.

Chapter three.

Blake and I held hands and we had magical moments together. He was the alpha of the pact and everyone here was a werewolf. Even the kids were pups. Blake was the leader. I'm glad I had no choice but to die. Otherwise I would have never have met Blake.

We never face tiredness when we are wondering around aimlessly it was fun with him. Especially when the kids were let out to run across the achers of land out the back. They would just run forever if they could. But for a young werewolf to be out on their own was dangerous. The witch trials had just left Shadows Hill along with the werewolf trials just before the witch trials started.

Blake and I had something special. We were both telepathic just like Fred and I. We understood each other's thoughts and fears but there was nothing to be scared of here. I chose to become a werewolf to stay in what ever place this is. We would take care of the unicorns until their death and then feast upon their blood when they died. There would be the occasional fox caught in the boobie traps even though we couldn't really eat or feel things.

All Blake did was bite me and scratch me to convert me into wolfism. It made me strong. He made me strong again. I was happy that I could change myself into a werewolf and then human again. I can help protect people. Protect this place with my life. Euphoria. Somewhere in-between heaven, hell and earth. From that point on I lost all my hope and faith in God and the theory of Adam and Eve. I lost hope with my religious status. Of course that was obvious.

I was made to go to church on Sundays and I questioned everything that the pastor had said during the service. My mother served the church by cleaning up after ceremonies. She watched the little babies get baptised even though she was not baptised. She liked the idea of getting me baptised which meant that when I died I would immediately purify my spirit and then sent to heaven. Without purgatory without suffering.

But she didn't believe in God herself. She was torn when I was born. But she always said I was a miracle baby. My father ran away and didn't come back. He took all the drugs he could find and took them. He overdosed he took enough to kill eight men and was found on a park bench right next to the police station with the needle still sticking out of his arm. I wondered if I would ever have the chance of meeting him some where in this world of oblivion.

I still missed Fred dearly and I know I'm repeating myself but I hope his okay. I do know that God took his hands and led him into the heavens with no trouble at all. The wolf pact helped me find him. But I couldn't see him even though I wanted to. I had to put my ego aside and live with what I had. I've been dreaming about it since I was a young child. It was my own fairytale.

As time went on Blake and I got more intimate and he put his mark on me and I was forever his. Our pact continued to grow without society judging us. Blake protected me with his life. Here there was no more darkness. No bloodhounds. Magical creatures that protected their habit at its finest. The storms we had here produced a lot of lighting that lit up the sky so much that you couldn't see the stars.

When there was a storm I would frolic upto the mountains near the edge of our block of land and Blake would come with me while his brothers watched the pact. We would collect rain water and give it to the pups they loved it.

I was able to watch the pups grow into themselves. Hunters, warriors and, fighters.