No one questioned the insanity of the witch trials, nor the senseless violence that was the process of disposing of them. You didnt either until you were acused. You dont know what you did to deserve this fate, feeling the fire starting to crawl up the hay and towards the stake in which you're being burnt at, but here you are. You couldnt convince them.

This is not how your story ends, despite how it should go. The fire now hugs your legs, burning them, but the adrenaline is numbing the pain too much to truely tell how bad it is. This is it.

... Or so you thought, when the crowd dies down and it's deep into the night, Antonio of all people walks over. Antonio was a vampire, you were the only person in town who knew that. You kept his secret and didnt try to drive a stake through his heart, though you're not sure if you even could anymore. Antonio stares at you, you stare back. The smoke has made your throat burn too much to speak without hurting like hell, so that's all you do. Stare.

After a solid five minutes of this, Antonio sighs and leaves, you think he's left for good untill he comes back, douses the flame, and cuts the ties holding you to the stake. He picks you up and quickly rushes you over to his house, laying you on his couch treat your burns as he fumbles through a medkit the clearly hadnt needed after he was turned into a vampire

"... Sorry about the carrying thing. Didnt want anyone to see so I chose the quickest option."