shanz hi shanz! (: thanks for reading. musta ka na?
mahriya addict ka talaga xD haha. sige sayo na siya, pero akin yung cactus ni hisoka!
joyce okay lang naman, medyo puyat lang. haha. you? (:
anje puno naman yung japan ng mga... ah... daring na tao eh xD
francia HAHAHAHA. susunod si damien! > : D jk~ (joke nga ba?)
ohhcrap thank you dear! (: what's your name?
anicia yup, he's one hot priest.
jk~ eto na (:
nikki thank you! eto na po, haha (:
637_me208 thank you dear! what's your name? i don't have plans of becoming a writer (lawyer, pwede pa), ikaw na lang. (; wala lang yung extra scenes, parang singit lang. haha.
jasmin here's the next chap! (: tignan natin kung anu mapapala niya sa pagpapaka-martyr
wizhard_18 eep sorry, dati ko pa nagawa tinatamad lang i-post. eto na ^__^
637_me208 eto na (: sorry matagal >_<
mahriya i'm here! laging pumupunta sa thread mo (; tamad lang magupdate ng story. haha.
+ yays for everyone (:
CHAPTER 8
VIII. WE CAN BE SOBER;;there's a solution to every problem
I’m responsible for his death.Days passed. Celia spent the days in her room, sleeping everything off. Damien hadn’t come to see her in a week, but he left vials of blood every day, when she was asleep.
Why doesn’t he come to see me at night?The worst part was that he had attached deadbolts to the door, making it possible to lock Celia in. She felt like a prisoner. She wondered what would happen now. Damien wasn’t her confessor; she had told him everything that happened outside the sacrament of confession, so he wasn’t bound to keep her existence a secret if he didn’t want to.
She had tried to stop drinking the blood he left her but in the end she always gave in. It was in her nature to seek blood. On the fifth day, Damien knocked on her door.
“
Come in,” her own voice sounded foreign to her.
He stepped into her room, looking grave. “
Fr. Matthias was buried yesterday.”
The way he spoke to her... it was as if they were strangers.
“
I’m so sorry... this wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t walked out...”
He didn’t say anything. He put the discarded vials in a trash bag, putting a new one on the table.
“
I just thought that you should know.” He locked the door and left.
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“
Is this the girl?” Celia rubbed her eyes. The voice was unfamiliar. She looked at the man who was talking to Damien. Looking at his clothes, she could tell that he was a priest. He looked a few years older than Father Matthias, but she saw nothing of the kindness or wisdom he had in the new priest’s eyes.
Damien nodded. “
Yes, Father.”
The priest made a sound of surprise when he saw that Celia was awake.
“
Good evening, Father. Damien.” She said.
“
Celia, this is Father Kennedy, the new parish priest of St. Michael’s.”
“
A pleasure to meet you, Father Kennedy.”
“
Likewise,” he said dryly. He took the boy by the arm and they left.
So that’s the guy they replaced Fr. Matthias with?------------------------------
“
Damien?” she called. The only time he came over was when he told her that the priest was buried and when he introduced her to Fr. Kennedy (who also hadn’t visited her). She was lonely, with nothing to keep her company but her guilt. It was stupid to think that he’d visit her again, when their only connection, Fr. Matthias, was gone, but she could never stop hoping.
“
Yes?” he called back. Celia tumbled out of bed and walked to the living room.
“
What happened?”
“
Ferrer has killed more children. Six more, since you last saw him.”
She bowed her head. She wanted to stop Lucian, but she didn’t know how. She changed the topic.
“
What are you doing here? You don’t visit anymore.”
He frowned.
“
I don’t know why I’m still here.”
They sat in silence. An idea came to Celia.
If she had accepted Lucian’s offer, then he would have given his knife to her. She could destroy it. If he didn’t have an instrument to collect souls, then he wouldn’t kill. Maybe it wasn’t too late to tell him that she changed her mind.
“
I’ll go to Lucian,” she said hurriedly, “
I have an idea.”
The deacon got angry. “
You’ll do nothing of that sort!”
“
What does it matter to you?” she said, irritation creeping up her voice. “
Do you think that I’ll help him kill more people? Is that why you don’t want me to go?”
“
No!” he said angrily. “
I don’t think you would –”
“
You liar! I know you think I’m a monster. That’s why you give me blood. That’s why you lock me in.”
“
You don’t know what I’m thinking!” He shouted.
“
Then what are you thinking?” She said with exasperation.
“
I already lost Father Matthias. What if I lose you too?”
“
You...” She was surprised. She didn’t think that he actually cared about what happened to her. “
Listen, Damien. I won’t be a burden to you anymore. I’ll go, and I’ll try to stop Lucian. I won’t get killed, okay? And I’ll move to a new town after. Get a fresh start. You’ll never hear from me again. You’ll have your old life back.”
He considered this for a moment.
“
And what if Lucian hurts you? How will you survive in a new town?”
“
I’m undead. He can’t possibly hurt me that much. And I’ll find my ways, don’t worry.” She said simply, as if she were talking to a child.
“
I’m afraid I’m not satisfied with that answer.”
“
Then you’ll just sit here and do nothing about it? You’ll let him kill people?”
“
I...” he bowed his head. “
I don’t know.”
“
Let me try.” She said. “
You’ll know if I succeed. And if I don’t make it, I’ll come back.”
He held his head in his hands, thinking things over.
“
All right, but promise me one thing.”
“
What?”
“
I’ll leave the door open for you... so promise to come back if anything goes wrong.” He looked away. “
Please, Celia.”
She nodded, squeezed his hand and walked out the door. She didn’t want to say goodbye, and neither did he.
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“
Lucian? Where are you?” Celia called in the air. “
I changed my mind!”
Why is that bastard everywhere when I don’t want him around and M.I.A. when I want to see him? She frowned. She kept walking. A banking firm. Damien had said something about a banking firm. There was only one bank in Goodhope, maybe that was it. But it wasn’t likely that he was still there.
“
Lucian!”
It was freezing. She cursed herself for not bringing a coat. Since she had turned, she could feel the cold more acutely. “
Lucifer, where in hell are you?!”
The man materialized beside her. He was frowning.
“
What are you doing, invoking my name? Do you have a death wish, Lilith?”
She looked him in the eye.
“
No. I’ve been thinking over things, and I realize I was wrong. You want my soul? Okay, sure. But I want blood.”
He laughed bitterly.
“
And what about your friend, the priest? Are you not contemptuous of me after I killed him?”
“
What? You know me and you know he hardly gives me blood. I’m tired of pretending, Lucian.”
He narrowed his eyes. “
How do I know you’re not lying?”
“
What do I gain by lying? Nothing. You said it yourself. There’s no hope of salvation for me. So why try?”
He smiled cruelly.
“
A fine choice, Lilith. But before I believe you, I need to test where your loyalties lie. I need you to kill someone.”
TO BE CONTINUEDGuess who dies and who lives in the last two chapters! (: jk jk.
