Chapter 1: The beginning

                                    

                                          
3rd POV:
                          
Alina Rein was born In 1387, she was only nineteen when Europe was hit with the plague. When the plague took its toll and people died they weren't given a proper burial, instead they were buried in mass graves, or sometimes they would even burn the body's. People would carry around herbs to ward off the smell of disease. 
                          
During this time Alina was still asleep in her cottage when someone had broken in, their footsteps echoing throughout the house as each step caused the old wood to creak beneath their weight. The only thing Alina can remember from that fateful night was the sharp sinking pain in her neck caused be a pair of fangs. 
                          
Her age now stuck in a infinite limbo, her looks frozen in time as the days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and months turned to years. That was 634 years ago. Now she lives outside of a small town called Zeacriomos, which when translated means 
"The Vale Of Death".
                          
She hopes one day she won't have to worry about the pain followed by losing someone you care about, because she's sick and tired of the pain that follows her wherever she goes.
                          
The screams of people dying embedded in memories of pain and sorrow, fear ringing out in the air as everything goes silent. The ash from burned out fires slowly fall to the ground as tears stream down her face. She's tried to scream and let out all the pain but only air comes out. Now only silence rings, as memories replay over and over inside her head.
                          
Alina's POV:
                          
Have you ever remembered a memory so strong and vivid it makes you feel like your there again, re-living the moment? 
                          
Like your stuck with no way out as you watch events that have already happened play on repeat? I have.
                          
I can still hear what was once joyous laughter of children slowly morph into heart wrenching sobs coming from mothers holding their now lifeless children. Each night I would pray. Pray that the memories that haunt my dreams every time I sleep would go away, only for my prayers to fall on deaf ears. I would wake up to memories so painful that it felt like my heart was caving in on itself, memories so painful that no matter how many times I swallowed in the air around me it still felt like I couldn't breathe.
                          
Some people from a long time ago told me that the pain would go away and that it just takes time, that was four hundred years ago and let me tell you that its total bullshit. After all these years I've figured out you can only learn how to cope with it, but never to fully ease it. No matter how hard you try it never goes away, you can pray, you can cry, heck you could scream your lungs out until when you scream nothing comes out, but the pain just... doesn't go away.
                          
I would know, because I've tried everything I could think of. I even tried staying awake for days on end hoping the pain or at least the nightmares, but it would just cause my mind to race with memories and thoughts of what happened all those nights ago, all of the things I could've tried, so maybe just maybe not as many people would have to die.
                          
I wish that what those people told me so long ago was true. That the pain eventually goes away, that it only takes time, but after being alive for 653 years I know its complete and utter bullshit, and I hate living in fear because of it.
                          
You would think that after being through immense pain for years you would eventually become numb to it. The years go by, but the pain doesn't leave.
                          
Even if the mind forgets why it's hurting the heart never does.
                          
I wish that I could find someone to talk to without being afraid of getting too close to them, because as the years have gone by everyone I have gotten close to has either left me or died. It hurts, so much. I just want it to end. I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts as I heard a loud crash come from down stairs...



















                          
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That's the end for chapter 1. I hoped you enjoyed it for those who have read the first version that hasn't been rewritten you know what's coming next :)
                          
for those of you who are just beginning this book and haven't seen the original draft your in for a treat.
                          
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I hope you are enjoying my book and I hope you having a wonderful day my darling reader's
                          
-Iya♡