Salem. 1692.

by Tierra Sun Jun 13, 2010 9:56 pm

((Some research may be required as I would like to base this off the real Salem witch trials and a hint of the past from Vampire Diaries.))

1692. Salem.

Her name is Mellayes. She was born 1672 in a foreign town where Voodoo and Pagan times remained. The fire was 1682, the same night her life would spin into an endless pit of trial, the night she was sent to Salem.

Mellayes worked as a maid for a nobel women who also had been sent away due to fire, the women she served however was not what she appeared to be. The women also known as Miss Margaret Scott was a firm believer in the Pagan religions and myths as she herself lived as a creature of the night. Mellayes grew up knowing that 'creatures of the night' was just a name for the vicious soldiers who attacked during the night, she was wrong. The creatures of the night were just that. Vampires. However due to Pagan witchcraft Miss Margaret Scott lived in daylight with the help of a ring. Mellayes learnt to live with this secret and soon had to carry her own.

A group of girls sat listening to an old women by the name of Tituba as she told them of Voodoo and pagan beliefs. The next day two of the girls has violent fits and blamed it on Witchcraft from Tituba. From that point Salem's town now turned into a violent session of finger pointing and merciless killing. Women and children alike were hung for witchcraft, Mellayes was amongst the accused and the only one who truly had practiced black magic. Mellayes however was not dragged off to prison due to Miss Margaret who shifted the blame onto someone else. In thus they had to move to a new home where they could stay with a founding family of Salem, where the blame would easily be taken away from them. And they did just that.

-----------------------------

Mellayes pulled the curtain tight and lit the candles as ordered. "We are expecting guests today Mellayes, not just anyone, the founding family whom let us move into this fine home now go fetch a fine corset from my wardrobe and have one of the other girls lace it for you, I wish that you may look your best as you are after all held in high honor as my maid and we need to make an impression" Miss Margaret gave off her toothy smile, flashing a fang. Mellayes nodded and dipped a bow to her mistress before doing as instructed. Once looking into the wardrobe she picked out the lightest corset, carefully avoiding the dark colours to avoid the witchcraft and pointing fingers of her own town. She held tight to the doorframe as a servant girl pulled the lace tight around her and laced her up. "Mellayes, our guests are here now hurry down the stairs and open the door for them and myself". Mellayes moved with graceful speed even though her ribs were crushing the air from her lungs, she opened the door and looked at her Mistress as the sunlight glided softly to her skin without harming her. The two women stood outside on the porch and watched as the carriage rolled to a stop.