Post by Sophia Shrick-Chevalier on Mar 16, 2011 15:34:10 GMT -5
She wiped the blood from her recent feeding upon the black, lace sleeve of her corset. She had no jacket and the tails of her skirt were tattered and torn. Each step brought her closer and closer to the looming chapel. Anxiety washed through her. Under normal circumstances, a vampire, male or female, wouldn't be caught dead at a church. She sucked in a sharp breath, paused, and knocked hesitantly upon the great doors that led inside of the building. It took a moment for her keen ears to pick up on the muffled sound of shuffling footsteps.
The doors opened, and the reverend stood before her while mopping his sweaty brow with a handkerchief. The expression on his face appeared concerned as he looked the vampiress over. "What is it, my child," he asked with a soft, soothing voice. "Forgive me, Father, but I have sinned. I have come to seek refuge before the day breaks," her voice was softer than his as she spoke. Hesitation sparked in his gaze, but he stepped to the side and ushered her into the grandoise building. "Come in out of the cold and let us talk about what you have done," he replied in a hushed whisper.
Nodding silently, the woman stepped over the threshold and breathed in the calming smell of polished wood. As the doors closed, she sank against the confused reverend, sobbing violently. She could feel him tense then slowly relax as his own arms wrapped around her in what could only be described as a comforting gesture. "Now, now..what upsets you so, my dear," he queried softly. "I-I..ruined my son's life, Father," she whimpered, her blonde hair hiding the seemingly sickly features of her face. Exhaustion overcame her, and she gestered feebly towards a place she could lie down. They ended the awkward embrace as she curled up on the floor, under a pew.
The doors opened, and the reverend stood before her while mopping his sweaty brow with a handkerchief. The expression on his face appeared concerned as he looked the vampiress over. "What is it, my child," he asked with a soft, soothing voice. "Forgive me, Father, but I have sinned. I have come to seek refuge before the day breaks," her voice was softer than his as she spoke. Hesitation sparked in his gaze, but he stepped to the side and ushered her into the grandoise building. "Come in out of the cold and let us talk about what you have done," he replied in a hushed whisper.
Nodding silently, the woman stepped over the threshold and breathed in the calming smell of polished wood. As the doors closed, she sank against the confused reverend, sobbing violently. She could feel him tense then slowly relax as his own arms wrapped around her in what could only be described as a comforting gesture. "Now, now..what upsets you so, my dear," he queried softly. "I-I..ruined my son's life, Father," she whimpered, her blonde hair hiding the seemingly sickly features of her face. Exhaustion overcame her, and she gestered feebly towards a place she could lie down. They ended the awkward embrace as she curled up on the floor, under a pew.
