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« Reply #15 on: April 26, 2008, 02:36:33 AM » |
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thanks jade, pach, carla & ate fairy (:
sana biyayahan kayo ni bathala!
i can't stop writing @__@; so eto na yung CHAPTER 2, finished a few minutes ago. wala ng edit edit haha.
II. WE ALL LIVE...;;
just when you think you've seen everything, something throws you off.
“I’m guilty of the sin of murder.”
Murder? The priest thought he misheard the girl. He rubbed his tired eyes and leaned closer. “What, my dear? You’re guilty of the sin of slander?”
“Murder,” the voice said, and the priest sat upright.
“And what are the circumstances surrounding this act?”
Surely this had to be a prank.
“I... I think I’m a vampire. And my brother cut himself and I drank his blood. Until it was too much. Then he died,” she said weakly. This definitely had to be a prank.
“My dear, you do know that you’re profaning the house of God and His sacraments by your joke, right?” He asked wearily.
“I’m telling the truth, Father...”
He sighed. He hadn’t dealt with juvenile delinquents in ages. He didn’t see how the joke was funny, but he was tired and he needed to rest. This kid was hindering him from his sleep. He stood and grabbed the girl by the arm.
“You better go home now, it’s late,” he said gruffly. She broke free.
“You’re throwing me out?! Is this how compassionate your god is?”
Why was the girl crying? It was almost as if she really believed what she was saying.
“All right, I concede. Prove to me that you’re a vampire. No fake fangs, if you please.”
She looked wildly around the church and went to the lectern. She held the microphone’s stand and ran a fingertip over its edges.
“Look.” She slashed her wrist with the sharpest edge and blood flowed from her wrist, sullying the pristine floor.
Father Matthias rushed to the girl’s side and used his robe to stop the bleeding. Foolish, foolish girl! he thought. The girl removed his hand and held out her wrist. There were still traces of blood but the wound had closed.
“I’m sorry about your robe, Father,” she said apologetically.
“I... no... so that story about your brother is really true? Who are you?”
“I’m Celia Reyes,” the girl said, “can I, uh, claim sanctuary here or something? And am I forgiven?”
Father Matthias sighed. It looked like he wasn’t going to be able to sleep at all.
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"Her house sinks down to death, and her course leads to the shades. All who go to her cannot return, and find again the paths of life (1),” Damien said, quoting a proverb from memory.
“What, my boy?” The old priest asked. The boy continued as if he hadn’t heard the priest.
“In Hebrew lore, there’s a demon. Adam’s first wife, the vampire.”
“Oh. And what of her?”
The young deacon rubbed his chin and looked at the sleeping girl. She looked too young to be a murderer. She shifted in her sleep, her black hair falling over her eyes. “I’m sorry Freddy,” she said in her sleep. He turned away. She was a demon, and demons did not have souls.
But she was a human once...
“Do you think there is any credence to the stories, Father?”
“No, never before. But this... is this really possible?” Matthias sighed, running a hand over his graying hair. “What will become of her? And her family? What if they look for her? What if she kills again?” For the first time, Damien saw how old his close friend and mentor really was.
“I’m sure God will help us,” the boy said distractedly. In his mind, he was already trying to get used to the idea that the girl lying before them was a monster, not a person. If he didn’t think of her as a person, then he wouldn’t feel compassion, painful compassion, when her soul was damned.
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Celia yawned. It was seven in the evening. It had been nearly a week since she left home and she was worried about her family. She couldn’t forgive herself for what she had done, and Father Matthias had, in no certain terms, ever given her absolution.
“So you’re awake.” It was that insolent boy. Ever since Celia came to live Father Matthias, he had shown her how much he disliked her. He very rarely looked (much less spoke with) at her and he had been very cold. Celia wasn’t sure if it was a sin to hate a priest – or at least someone bound to become one – but she couldn’t help it. That boy was annoying.
“Obviously,” she huffed, “do you have any news about my family?”
“Your mother is distraught. The police are looking for you, and your brother’s death was pegged to be the doing of a sadistic killer.” Every word seemed like an accusation. “Your father returned. He wants to leave everything to the police and leave with your mother, mayhap to get her away from the place that brought her such misfortune.”
Celia was angry. She was trying her best not lash out. She knew that everything was her fault, but did he have to rub it in?
“I want to speak to Father,” she spat.
The deacon frowned and left to call Matthias.
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Five killings in a week in Goodhope, police have no lead...
The old man handed the paper to the girl and she was surprised to see her brother listed. There were four more children, and her picture was on the front page. She was officially a missing person. It was hard enough to come to grips with the fact that she had lost her humanity, but to have it in the paper was an insult.
“Do you know of any other, ah, revenants in the town?”
“No... the guy who bit me already left. He was from Romania,” she said. “I don’t think he bit anyone else or his companions were vampires. He was the only one I didn’t see during the day, because he was always truant in class.”
“He may have bitten someone else without your knowing,” the man replied, “but what I don’t understand is why all of the victims are children.”
Celia shrugged and her heart was wracked with guilt.
There was pain, and blood, and her brother.
No one deserved to die like that...
And it was all her fault.
The priest handed her a mug, disrupting the girl from her thoughts. Celia pretended to be disinterested but her eyes betrayed her. She looked hungrily at the dark liquid before her and drank it in a few gulps, never asking whose blood it was.
A monster, that’s what she was.
There was no forgiveness for a monster like her.
TO BE CONTINUED
1 – Proverbs 2: 18-19. The woman the passage is referring to is thought to be Lilith.
In Jewish folklore Adam had a first wife (named Lilith) who left Eden of her own free will after arguing with Adam. She wanted to be on top while they were making love, but Adam refused. In one story, she wanders earth, strikes a deal with Lucifer the fallen archangel and gives birth to the first vampires.
2 - I'm not sure of how old deacons are supposed to be, but I'm guessing somewhere between 18-23 for Damien is safe. @__@; Kasi there are LDS deacons who are as young as 12 years old.
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