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It was a cold, dark night in Verona. You clutched your candle, looking at the gloomy forest that beckoned you towards it. "Come forth.." It called to you. "Please.. help, my angel.." You let out a shaky breath, your bare feet crunching the brown leaves on the ground. 

The night was scary, to be completely honest. But in a weird way, it comforted you. The stars twinkled, and the Moon shone brightly as you walked further into the woods. You held your breath on accident as you trudged forward, the smell of blood entering your nostrils. You immediately covered your nose. It was enticing, in a weird way. Sweet, rich. Fresh. 

You reached your spot. It was a small clearing, devoid of trees, a canopy of moonlight illuminating the freshly killed body. You gasped, horrified. It was Isabella, your friend since birth. How could someone kill such a wonderful woman, the bakers daughter who has done nothing but provide? This was something only Man could do, something so horrible that had ripped her skin, her skirt not found and only a tight corset and petticoat left on her lifeless body. Her hazel eyes were glazed and staring up at the moon, her mouth open as if to scream, but it was too late. 

A tear formed itself, rolling down your cheek before you could wipe it away. You walked over to her and pushed some hair behind her ear. "Oh, Isabella.." You whispered, your voice hoarse. You pressed your forehead against her own, crying silently as you put a hand on her chest, where her heart was. 

You leaned back and closed her eyes and mouth. "Rest, mio amico.." You mumbled softly. Her beautiful face was ruined.. But as you looked at her, the smell of her blood became more intense, and it made you sick. How could such thoughts fill your mind, whilst you were grieving? 

You sniffled and looked up, loud footsteps approaching you. It was your lover. Once he saw you, he gasped.

"Oh, is she..?" He asked softly, taking another step closer.

You nodded, more tears falling. He frowned and knelt down to you both. "I'm so sorry, amore mio.." He whispered, kissing your temple. You shook under his touch, frightened. 

"I'm scared." You admitted. "I don't want to leave her.." You whispered, tears unable to fall anymore, your voice just a rasp. 

Matteo, your husband, brushed a few strands of hair behind your ear. "My love, you have to. it is a part of life. You will see her again, you know." He reminded you, placing a comforting, warm hand on your cheek. 

You leaned into his touch. "Let us bury her, please. She wanted to be in her garden." You asked, almost pleading. 

Matteo hesitantly agreed, standing up. He dusted off his clothes and helped you up, dusting off your burgundy dress. You lifted up Isabella and handed her lifeless body to Matteo, trusting him.

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It took a while, to get to your destination. It was dark out, and to be honest, you and Matteo got lost, accidentally straying away from the main path. But now you were at the town. Family and friends gathered to have a makeshift funeral for Isabella. The priest, Father Angelo, buried her and prayed. 

"O, dear Heavenly Father.." He started, everyone gathering to hold hands and pray under the moon. You held your breath during most of it, squeezing your husband's hand tightly. 

"-And keep our dear.. in your loving hands. In the Lord's name we pray, amen." He concluded, lifting his head up and putting his hat back on. 

"Amen," The other townsfolk chanted, raising their heads and doing the same. The children left flowers next to the slab that would soon be a headstone. You sniffled. Matteo looked at you with a small frown. 

"Come here." He said softly, pulling you into a hug. "Let us go home and start anew." 

You followed him silently, looking down at your feet. You felt useless in the moment. Lifeless. Cruel. How could you let poor Isabella die? You felt guilt gnaw at your stomach, suddenly feeling sick. You had a horrible, horrible feeling. You didn't even notice when Matteo led you to the town-square rather than your house. 

When you did notice, you spoke up. "Amore.. where are you taking me?" You asked, panicked, tugging at his sleeve. "Stop it! We must go home!" You cried, although it was fruitless. 

He looked like a beast now, rather than man, with that look of bloodlust in his golden brown eyes. You looked at him, frightened. 

"I was you, wasn't it, you beast?" He whispered dangerously. "You feasted on her like the freak of nature you are, didn't you?" He hissed.

When you didn't answer, he slapped you, leaving a stinging red mark on your cheek. You yelped in pain, crumpling to your knees. "Answer me!" He yelled at you. 

"No, no, I didn't!" You wailed. "I didn't, my love, I promise to you!" You pleaded. 

He scowled at you, gripping your hair. "SHUT IT! Get up." He said, forcing you up. He grasped your wrists and led you to the lamppost at the center. Father Angelo walked over with a sympathetic look. Your heart squeezed, like a viper had wrapped around it. They thought you were a monster.. a monster! When you thought about it, you were. You lusted for blood like the beast you were.. 

Father Angelo grasped your wrists and put them behind the lamppost, tying you with a rope. People gathered, murmuring. "I never knew such a kind woman could be so cruel.." "Shameless beast!" "Down with the witch!" "She isn't deserving to walk our Earth!" "God bless her.." Were some of the things you could understand. They were right. 

Tears fell as the lit the fire. You were numb, unable to feel the pain that should have been brought onto you. You looked at your husband. "My love." You whispered. 

He looked at you like you were the Devil himself, filled with hatred and disgust. You smiled at him weakly. "I love you." You said, tear filled and shaky. The last thing you saw was your disgusted husband, no, ex-husband. Everything went dark as you burst into flames, slowly fading into dark, rich ashes. 

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You could hear them talking, as your body slowly regenerated. It took centuries. Whoever was at your grave, you could hear them.

(Deadpool Interjection!)

Now, you may be wondering. "Grave? But I thought our Y/N self insert reader-chan self got burnt to ash!" Well, you would be correct. 

But Matteo, the oh so kind man he is, put her ashes in a bottle and kept them in a box under your favorite tree. (Yay..?) 

Oh, sorry. Back to the story. You can't wait for me and Y/N self insert reader-chan to get freaky, huh? Weirdos. Well, here's your meet-not-so-cute!

They created stories about you. Myths. How you were the most beautiful witch, but you were cursed. Cursed to eat people by an Ugly, a made up beast created by the children. The Uglies would feast off of your pain as you ate and ate, and wouldn't allow you to feel happiness. To get rid of your curse, they had to burn you. 

Obviously, as myths do, it got changed quite a lot. But it always ended with you getting burned. What an amazing fate, am I right? Hah... 

Anyways. It's 2024, and you still haven't woken up. It's November 15th, 5 p.m. It's a bit chilly today. Not like you would know, in ashes. Buried. But what people, and you, didn't know, was that you were reforming. You had regeneration powers, but they were extremely slow if you got burnt. Apparently. Otherwise, you healed fast. You've gotten stabbed before. 

When you awoke, you were... Scared. It was dark, and quiet. The air felt.. moist, really. You opened your eyes, noticing you were in the quiet Earth. Your bat ear twitched. Wait, when did you get that? No need to wonder. When you reformed, you had also been, in a way, recreated. 

Your ear twitched again, and you pulled your hands up, pushing at the dirt. You pushed until the sun filtered through. You hissed quietly, moving so the sun wouldn't hit you. It was too bright, all at once. You could hear people talking. Loudly. Blaring horns... Everything was different, you noticed, as your eyes adjusted. So, so different. And there were people talking, so loudly, so near. 

You looked over. There was a bald man with scars all over his face who jumped at the sight of you. 

“Oh for the love that is all Holy, what the SHI—” He started to say, stepping away. 

His buddy, you assumed, tall, handsome, scruffy, scoffed. “Shut up. You're so goddamn loud you woke up the damn dead.” 

You gasped at his language. How dare he use your Lord's name in vain! 

You moved your hands to your hair to nervously comb it, but it was longer and more tangled than you remembered. Well, you should've expected that much, anyways.