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RMW: To remain mysterious. *Mysterious music comes on*

AG: Your just lazy arent you?

RMW: Yeah, soooo... ON WITH THE STORY!

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"Hi, June!" My best freind Jane said. "What's up?"

"Nothing." I said, sighing. "Where's Alec?" She made a face.

"Dad's making him stay home and work." She complained. She gave a carefree stretch, exposing a purple bruise on her arm. I narrowed my eyes. Jane caught me looking and quickly covered it back up. I gave an annoyed growl, and kicked a rock along the river we were walking by.

"Its nothing." She whispered. I lifted the sleeve of her poorly made dress up.

"Nothing?" I demanded throught my clenched teeth. She pointed her gaze on the ground, away from my piercing grey eyes.

"Its fine." She insisted weakly. "Remember, I'm a witch?" Her weak attempt at a joke didn't humor me.

"Don't call yourself that." I mumbled, turning away from her to the horizon.

"JANE!" A voice roared. We both flinched at the sound of her father's voice. He broke throught the once peacefully swaying line of trees.

"Where were you?" He demaned, slightly swaying. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jane flinch at the smell of alcohol on her father's breath.

" I wa-as walk-king with J-June." She stuttered, tripping over her words. She trembled from head to toe as her father swung around to me.

"Oh yeah, Lair family." He said. "Never liked them, not one bit. Except the father. Nice man." He was mostly talking to himself now. "The mother and daughter are strange though. Bitches. Nice body, the mother has, but a bitch."

"Sir," I said, trying to be brave. "I would appreciate if you wouldn't talk about my family in such way."

"Whore." He growled, raising his hand to strike me. Jane, who had been frozen with fear, grabbed her father's arm.

"Father! Please, no!" She begged. Her father back-handed her to the ground. I kneeled by her, holding her in my arms.

"Be back to make dinner." He growled. I really didn't get why he came. Was he worried about Jane? I looked down at the giant red mark aross her cheek, and shook the thought out of my head.

"Are you okay Jane?" I asked, gently. She got up into a sitting positon, and wiped the rest of her tears away nodding her head. I helped her up just as Alec ran through the trees where his father just left. His eyes saw the mark on Jane's face, then connected with mine for a second. I gave a slight nod, and he ran to where we were standing.

"Are you okay, Janie?" Alec asked, his eyebrows scrunching together cutely, he looked so cute when he did that. Did I mention that I was in love with Alec? Jane nodded and embraced him, crying. I stood by, not knowing what to do. When Jane was done crying, she stayed glued to Alec's side.

"Janie, start walking home." Alec said in a soft tone. She gave me one last look before disapearing through the Weeping Willows.

"What happened?" Alec asked, turning back to me. I told him the whole story from beginning to end.

"I just don't get why he came." I said, running my hand through my golden-red curls.

"He was drunk and looking for a fight." He said, not meeting my eyes.

"Alec, your not telling me something." I whispered. He looked back at me. If it was impossible for me, 14 year old June Lair, to fall in love with, 15 year old Alec RoVel, then it was impossible to go to America, or to ride a horse sidesadle. So see its not impossible. He leaned down and touched his lips to mine.

"I have to go, June." He said. He gave me a small hug, then disapeared through the trees. Sweet bliss. I felt unusually giddy as I walked home. I was the local boys bringing in two large logs. I fell into step by James, my off and on friend, who was at the front of one of the logs.

"What's going on James?" I asked curiously.

"You haven't heard?" He responded. "The witch twins are being burnt at the stake tonight."

"WHAT?" I demanded.

"Yeah." He answered, looking weirdly at me. "Their father planned it with yours last night. The previous morning Jane glared at him and he felt like he was being ripped apart limb by limb." At this point I was hyperventalating and running home. My vision went blurry with tears that spilled over and ran down my cheeks.

"Mama!" I cried as I ran through the door of our home. "They-they're going to-to..." I couldn't utter out the dispicable words. I just ran into her awaiting arms. She sat with me in her aging rocking chair and soothed me.

"It's okay. I know." She said, stroking my back.

"Alec knew too." I said, remembering the scene in the woods. "Oh, mama." That sent me into a new wave of hysterics.

"They're not the witches." I moaned quietly. "We are." Its true. My mother and I are the decendents of the largest witch bloodline ever.

"I know." She said again, still rubbing my back.

Once I was calmed down, I sat up in my mother's lap like I was a child again.

"He planned it." I said, out of tears to cry. "Father did." Mama paused for a second.

"I know." She whispered. We made our way to the kitchen area where we ate a mornful dinner of pork and green bean soup. Once I was finished I looked sadly out the window and saw a mob forming. I silently walked outside, leaving Mama to watch from the window. Alec and Jane were lead through the crowd in white garments and rope binding their hands behind their backs. Jane was crying and struggling against her bonds, but Alec was calm and cold, keeping his chin high.

"Alec." I whispered, my voice drowned out by the jeering crowd. Alec acted as if he could hear me. His eyes found mine in the crowd. I half waved. He pretended not to notice for my sake.

"I love you, Alec." I whispered softly. I hoped that he saw my lips move and put two plus two together. They were tied to the stakes on the wooden platform in the middle of town square, and my father held a torch up in the air.

"Today!" He boomed. "We will rid ourselves of these dreadful witches! They had the chance to renounce their ways, but now they will burn!" My dreadful shreek was drown out again by the angry mob. I ran forword as my father continued his speech. I broke through just as he was lowering the torch to the hay surrounding the stakes.

"Father!" I yelled, grabbing his arm. "Please, no!" Alec and Jane looked my direction, both eyes begging me to go back to my house and shut up.

"June! Go back to your mother at the house." He demanded shaking me off his arm.

"Father. If you'll please just listen to me!" I begged. "They did not do-" I was cut off by father's hand slapping me across the face and me falling off the platform. James caught me and held me in place even though I was screaming and thrashing about.

"Alec, Jane!" I screamed with all of my lungs. James put his hand over my mouth silencing my protests and screams of defiance. Suddenly pale figures with dull red eyes came from everywere. Some untied Alec and Jane and ran away with their unconcious bodies at abnormal speeds.

"Mama! Mama!" I yelled against the screams of the other people. Father was dead alreadly but I didn't care. I ran to find Mama. I was pulled away from the crowd into the ally. I was about to scream, but I saw it was just Mama. She has the Book of Stars with her.

"June, you have to find him." Mama said.

"Who?" I asked.

"Alec, you love him. You WILL get a happy ending."

"But he's gone."

"Yes, vampires took them, probobly turning them into an immortal."

"But I won't live forever!"

"But you will" She said holding up the book of stars. I looked up and saw that the stars in the sky were brighter than usual tonight. I suddenly knew what was going on.

"Mama, no!" I protested.

"June, there is no time to argue." She said. "Go to the palace in Britain, and wait by the gates until noon. I contacted AnnaBell Grace to pick you up and take you to their clan. AnnaBell is about your age."

"Please, Mama!" I begged, tears streaming down my face. She ignored me and opened the Book of Stars to a previously marked page.

" My blood, My life. Take this life. Take the ichor and cut into your life like a knife. Live this day forever more. Live the life down to your core." She chanted her voice growing weaker and weaker every word. After she said this a bright light enfulged me and my mother turned into dust before me. I choked back a sob and made my way back to our house. Once I was there I packed a bag of cloaths, food, water, and lots of money. I walked out the back door and turned around for the last time.

"Goodbye." I said to the life I once knew, now outlined by fire.

RMW: Thanks for reading! No flames please. I worked hard on this story. Thanks for your support guys!

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