The fire came in flashes of images afterwards, but they were imprinted on my memory indefinitely.
One thing was salvaged from the house, apart from me; a silver chain which held a photo locket pendant, inside were two little pictures of my mum and dad. It was all my fault; I kept thinking it over and over, as I sat dazed at my neighbors dining room table, while plumes of black smoke and angry, amber flames continued to devour my childhood home.
I didn't speak a word until auntie Helena came to pick me up; when she clacked over the threshold in her shiny black high heels, I ran to her in a stream of blubbering and tears.
She thanked the neighbors for watching over me and I fell asleep in the car on the way to her house in Whitby, so it wasn't until the next day that I could explain to my family what had really happened.
Everyone was sympathetic, at first. As the years went by their sympathy waned, along with my magical gifts - a talent my whole family shared.
The coven served as nothing but a reminder of my past mistakes, and I was nothing to them but a painful reminder that my parents were no longer with us.
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The Purpose Of Vengeance
Siêu nhiênIn 1860's Spain, Carlos is sickly and dying; when a mysterious gentleman vampire offers him a chance at immortality, he takes it. Carlos searches desperately for his new purpose in death, and in return finds love and friendship among loss and hardsh...
