Vampiricdoll
Six Thousand Club
So, I wanted to write a little more for Noel. She's lived since the middle ages, and during this time she was never ageing, never dying, never feeling tired. Around the time she was 100, she was accused as a witch and I thought about writing this for character development and wanted to kind of go into further depth of her past. Though she has gone through a lot, she has a certain healing that came with her immortality that heals scar and skin, issue, ect. It takes a lot time though. This is so she isn't over powered, but still able to heal herself and horrible and fatal wounds.
It was 12:00 AM. Noel still sat by her window, wide awake. A candle was lit in her bedroom, on a nightstand by her window and bed. She watched the flowers below her taking in the beauty, the pure and clean blossoms that danced in the chill air. Her small hands clung to the open window sill. They were pale, and cold. For they had sat in the moonlight and the cold breeze for far too long, but she did not mind the cold.
Her large eyes were lifted from her gaze, to land upon a group of men and women coming up the trail beside her home. They had pitch forks, torches, and other various tools and weapons. Noel was confused for a moment, for the mobs never came this far up the mountain. Perhaps another monster was seen up here, but no one else was on this side of the mountain, but her. Suddenly the thought hit her. These people were here for her. She shot up from her stool, slamming the window shut, and quickly sprinting through the house making sure all doors and windows were closed up nice and tight. Once that was finished, she peered out the window that was facing the front of the house. The group was just about to try and barge in. Noel's head beaded with sweat and her breath short and quick, she darted from her door and into her room. She crawled under her straw bed, and covered her mouth.
Bang. Bang. Crack!
They have gotten into the house. Noel squealed with fear, and squeezed her pale eyes shut. Tears ran down her face as heavy footsteps were heard throughout the house, and furniture, decor, and other things were thrown onto the floor. They had searched the entire house, but her own room. A man with dark hair, blue eyes, and a pale skin tone hacked the door open with an ax. He and the rest of his mob flooded into the room, searching every nook and cranny. Noel, with her eyes being shut didn't see the large hand grabbing and keeping a tight grip onto her arm, and then pulling her out from under the bed. She screamed as another man from behind raised a fist and threw it at her face. All went black.
Noel's eyes darted open, and she gasped. She coughed, but couldn't seem to move her arms to cover her mouth. Smoke filled the air, and raised voices and loud chanting was heard from around her. She blinked many times, before getting a good look at where she was. She was standing on a wooden platform, and tied to a pole. Dry sticks and hay surrounded her, from the waist down. She was going to be burned by the stake. Her eyes filled with tears as she saw many faces in the crowd that she recognized. People she trusted. People she loved. People... She considered to be her friends. And they were all smiling, and chanting along with the others. What did she do wrong?
Noel tried to yell out to them, but the over whelming voices were too great for her to overcome. A man dressed in black, and face covered with an executioners mask lifted his hands to try and get the villager's attention. "This woman, is charged with witchcraft!" He yelled out. The crowd around him, screamed and yelled in agreement. "Her punishment, is death!" The crowd once again cheered, raising their pitchforks and weapons into the air. "She shall be burned at the stake for her treachery!" He yelled, and the crowd went even wilder. Noel cried out with sorrow, so desperately wanting them to listen. Her face was flushed, and large portions of tears trailed down her face, and onto the ground. "Please, no!" She cried, between sobs. The man in the mask said nothing, but took a torch from one of the villagers and approached the girl, slowly. The crowd started chanting. "Burn her, burn her, burn her!" Noel clenched her fists and closed her eyes. Her muscles tightened as she struggled to free herself, trying to scream louder than the crowd. She succeeded, for the crowd went quiet. Noel opened her eyes, and looked before her. The man in black, the torch, scorching her cold face with heat. "Please. Please don't." She pleaded. The man, in a deep, rumbling voice quietly said: "May the gods have mercy on your soul." then continued to drop the torch at the foot of the pile of dry sticks and hay. Noel's eyes went wide, and stared at the mysterious man as he turned and left the platform. She looked at her feet and saw the dry lumber slowly creeping up. the heat was bearable at first, but soon it was too hot to handle. Her legs started to bubble as the heat seemed to melt her. She screamed out in pain, and struggled even wilder to get free from her restraints. It was no use. The fire quickly engulfed her, and the crowds cheered and yelled in victory. Many turned to leave, but a cry from an older woman in the ground, brought their gaze back upon the platform. Noel's burning corpse clawed across the platform, and many people cried out in fear and ran. There was no way to kill the immortal witch. The platform fell apart, for the fire was never extinguished. Noel looked up in terror as people ran away in fear of her. Her burnt lip quivered, as she began to cry. Her burning, black hands left marks on the bright, green grass as she struggled to crawl to safety.
6:00 AM, and It's finally morning. She spent 5 hours, crawling from her doom to her home on the mountain. Her inside's were almost fully healed. She took hold of the railing on her porch to pull herself to her feet. Though her body still lack and scorched, she was able to walk with the help of her surroundings. She entered her home, staring at the havoc the mob at brought her home. Tables were turned over, glass was shattered across the floor, broken chairs scattered the ground. Noel shed a single tear, that burnt her face. She took a few more steps, and entered her room. She sat on her broken bed and sat. Simply sat, in thought.
Why me? Why can't I die? What was I created for?
Why was I betrayed?
It was 12:00 AM. Noel still sat by her window, wide awake. A candle was lit in her bedroom, on a nightstand by her window and bed. She watched the flowers below her taking in the beauty, the pure and clean blossoms that danced in the chill air. Her small hands clung to the open window sill. They were pale, and cold. For they had sat in the moonlight and the cold breeze for far too long, but she did not mind the cold.
Her large eyes were lifted from her gaze, to land upon a group of men and women coming up the trail beside her home. They had pitch forks, torches, and other various tools and weapons. Noel was confused for a moment, for the mobs never came this far up the mountain. Perhaps another monster was seen up here, but no one else was on this side of the mountain, but her. Suddenly the thought hit her. These people were here for her. She shot up from her stool, slamming the window shut, and quickly sprinting through the house making sure all doors and windows were closed up nice and tight. Once that was finished, she peered out the window that was facing the front of the house. The group was just about to try and barge in. Noel's head beaded with sweat and her breath short and quick, she darted from her door and into her room. She crawled under her straw bed, and covered her mouth.
Bang. Bang. Crack!
They have gotten into the house. Noel squealed with fear, and squeezed her pale eyes shut. Tears ran down her face as heavy footsteps were heard throughout the house, and furniture, decor, and other things were thrown onto the floor. They had searched the entire house, but her own room. A man with dark hair, blue eyes, and a pale skin tone hacked the door open with an ax. He and the rest of his mob flooded into the room, searching every nook and cranny. Noel, with her eyes being shut didn't see the large hand grabbing and keeping a tight grip onto her arm, and then pulling her out from under the bed. She screamed as another man from behind raised a fist and threw it at her face. All went black.
Noel's eyes darted open, and she gasped. She coughed, but couldn't seem to move her arms to cover her mouth. Smoke filled the air, and raised voices and loud chanting was heard from around her. She blinked many times, before getting a good look at where she was. She was standing on a wooden platform, and tied to a pole. Dry sticks and hay surrounded her, from the waist down. She was going to be burned by the stake. Her eyes filled with tears as she saw many faces in the crowd that she recognized. People she trusted. People she loved. People... She considered to be her friends. And they were all smiling, and chanting along with the others. What did she do wrong?
Noel tried to yell out to them, but the over whelming voices were too great for her to overcome. A man dressed in black, and face covered with an executioners mask lifted his hands to try and get the villager's attention. "This woman, is charged with witchcraft!" He yelled out. The crowd around him, screamed and yelled in agreement. "Her punishment, is death!" The crowd once again cheered, raising their pitchforks and weapons into the air. "She shall be burned at the stake for her treachery!" He yelled, and the crowd went even wilder. Noel cried out with sorrow, so desperately wanting them to listen. Her face was flushed, and large portions of tears trailed down her face, and onto the ground. "Please, no!" She cried, between sobs. The man in the mask said nothing, but took a torch from one of the villagers and approached the girl, slowly. The crowd started chanting. "Burn her, burn her, burn her!" Noel clenched her fists and closed her eyes. Her muscles tightened as she struggled to free herself, trying to scream louder than the crowd. She succeeded, for the crowd went quiet. Noel opened her eyes, and looked before her. The man in black, the torch, scorching her cold face with heat. "Please. Please don't." She pleaded. The man, in a deep, rumbling voice quietly said: "May the gods have mercy on your soul." then continued to drop the torch at the foot of the pile of dry sticks and hay. Noel's eyes went wide, and stared at the mysterious man as he turned and left the platform. She looked at her feet and saw the dry lumber slowly creeping up. the heat was bearable at first, but soon it was too hot to handle. Her legs started to bubble as the heat seemed to melt her. She screamed out in pain, and struggled even wilder to get free from her restraints. It was no use. The fire quickly engulfed her, and the crowds cheered and yelled in victory. Many turned to leave, but a cry from an older woman in the ground, brought their gaze back upon the platform. Noel's burning corpse clawed across the platform, and many people cried out in fear and ran. There was no way to kill the immortal witch. The platform fell apart, for the fire was never extinguished. Noel looked up in terror as people ran away in fear of her. Her burnt lip quivered, as she began to cry. Her burning, black hands left marks on the bright, green grass as she struggled to crawl to safety.
6:00 AM, and It's finally morning. She spent 5 hours, crawling from her doom to her home on the mountain. Her inside's were almost fully healed. She took hold of the railing on her porch to pull herself to her feet. Though her body still lack and scorched, she was able to walk with the help of her surroundings. She entered her home, staring at the havoc the mob at brought her home. Tables were turned over, glass was shattered across the floor, broken chairs scattered the ground. Noel shed a single tear, that burnt her face. She took a few more steps, and entered her room. She sat on her broken bed and sat. Simply sat, in thought.
Why me? Why can't I die? What was I created for?
Why was I betrayed?
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