The older ones the sided with their master. They felt Guillaume was right, the rules kept them safe. Kept them secure.

I was bored tired of this. I was hungry and out of patience, the one thing I wanted was Carmen. And like most humans I knew she was no different. All that passion, all that talk we had. It all seemed like a messed up dream. I was cursed, damned.

“Come now Carmen….why so territorial about her…you see this is what happens when you become infatuated with mortals…..you all know the rules, anyone who is to join the void must be approved….”

“Let her go….she is no threat to us. She didn’t ask to be made you can see it from her mind, it’s Carmen who broke the rules it should be Carmen who burns….” One of them said.

Carmen just smirked. Guillaume looked ill. I could see how much the idea of a burnt up Carmen didn’t work with his plans. They debated this back and forth. Carmen said nothing. She just stared at me thru the cracks and pops of the fire. There was no way Guillaume was going to let her go.

We stare at each other. The fire growing and growing as I realized that Guillaume was tossing everyone who didn’t run into the pyre. Carmen just watched. Half of the vampires left running for their escape.

There was more to this than Carmen turning me. I was down in that cell for ten days and in that time something had to have broken with this little group.

“Cowards! Carmen you won’t leave me will you?” He asked. His whole demeanor was one of a guy who lost His hair wet with blood from his exertion. They stared at each for a while. It was like they where in their own world. I really wanted them to die so I could move on with this.

“No my love never…..” She said, barely a whisper.

“Do it then….!” Guillaume yelled. He handed her a torch.

“I can’t…..”

“You can’t or you won’t?”