Monsters Made Of Fire

In the Middle Age, this story of love- if it could be called like that- took place. A story of a girl and a monster. A story of a monster and a man. Her name was Sarah Durffan and she lived in a small village in the South of England. She grew up in a tiny farm her family owned. Her childhood was not quite happy. Her father punched her until she fainted since she could remember. Everytime she could wake up, the first thing that came to her mind was the image of her mother watching the incident. She always stayed quiet, so the only thing that could be heard were the screams of her daughter. The indifference of her mother was even more painful than the beating. This was how something started to grow up inside Sarah. A feeling that was strange to her. A feeling that made her inner self burn. It felt like she was on fire. Probably it was anger as she always thought. But she knew it was not such a mundane feeling like anger, since anger would be jealous of the feeling she felt. And her father knew it. He could see that feeling in her eyes. In those eyes full of something he did not exactly knew what it was. And that scared him. That scared him a lot. In order to erradicate that feeling, he punched her stronger and stronger because he thought he would eliminate that feeling with beatings. "You are wrong" she always thought. Suddenly, when she was taking wood for the fire in a cloudy day, a man in black appeared behind her. He introduced himself as Krad. He was a murderer. He could kill anyone. He did not care if they were men, women, children, babies, kings, queens, farmers, poor, rich. He told her that he could see she was not an ordinary girl. He could see she had something really dangerous insider her. Then he asked her to say two names. "Mom and Dad" she said inmediately. The next day, she woke up feeling heat on her face. She was laying outside her house and she saw her house on fire, burning like her inner self had burnt many times. Those flames were specially familiar to her. It was strange, but it was the first time she felt happy in her life. She felt happy when she heard her parents screaming. Then she noticed Krad was by her side. She inmediately felt in love with him. When she was with him she felt powerful because, since that moment, Krad would kill anynone she wanted. And that was what happened. If a woman answer her in a bad way, she was dead. If a man looked at her, right to her eyes, he was dead. If a little girl was not nice to her, she was dead. But the more people Krad killed, the more nightmares she had at night. She dreamed of flames and death. She saw the faces of all the men, women and children who were killed. Her existance started to be something she could not handle anymore. The beast inside her became too big and dangerous. So, one day, she told Krad she had a last name to him: Sarah Durffan. It is not so easy to shock a man that has killed more people he is able to count. But she did. Although he always thought she was just another name, he noticed she was not another name anymore. He was in love. That is why he could not kill her. It was in that moment when he failed his own nature. He failed to himself. So they had to live dealing with themselves, cursed as they were, for the rest of their lives. That was their punishment.