A/N: Okay so I actually had this story planned about two months before the movie was released. I just needed to see the movie so I could get backgrounds and character attitudes right. :D
I saw it the other day; died and went to Heaven; decided I was going to marry Karl Urban; then sat down to start this fanfiction. Hope you guys like it. 3
As you can tell by the title, I wrote this whilst listening to Personal Jesus by Marilyn Manson, so yea. Listen to that while you read if you want. Also (strangely enough) I was listening to I Believe in a Thing Called Love by The Darkness. XD
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
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The sun didn't rise in the City, but the inhabitants always knew when day broke. They all got up and went about their daily business, uncaring about what went on outside the City limits. What happened out there didn't affect them. The Church protected them. They had no worries whatsoever.
That was the mentality of most of the citizens of the City. There were of course some who questioned the true safety of their City, but "to go against the Church is to go against God", so they kept quiet.
That being the case, they had no idea what was going on just outside the City gates.
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Priestess watched helplessly as Priest searched the ruins for their fallen brother.
"I know he's not dead!" Priest had yelled when she had tried to coax him into leaving.
Priest kicked another piece of charred wood out of the way.
"I found him!" He yelled, pulling the burnt man from beneath the wood. He was unconscious but Priest could see the skin growing back over the exposed muscle and bone. He would survive. He would also be awake soon.
Hicks pulled up on a motor bike a few moments later. He and Lily embraced, caught up in one another. Priest glanced down at his fallen brother. His eyeballs had begun to move behind his eyelids, indicating that he was resuming consciousness.
"Hicks. I need that bike." Priest said, catching the young Sheriff's attention. Hicks cast a quick look to the man lying on the ground before nodding to Priest.
Without another word, Priest got on the bike and laid his brother across his lap. He nodded to Hicks and Lily, and then to Priestess.
"I will be back for you." He said to them before starting up the bike and taking off to the City.
He was stopped at the gate.
"Identify yourself sir." The guard said, eyeing the vampire in Priest's lap.
"I am a Priest. I have returned from an extended mission. Let me pass."
The guard looked like he wanted to argue, but he caught the look in Priest's eyes, and decided that it was in his best interest to let him pass. His brother had stirred once or twice, so Priest made his way to his apartment quickly.
Once inside, he sedated the vampire heavily and locked him to the wall with special-made restraints. They held most average vampires, so Priest could only hope that they would be enough to restrain his brother.
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After Priest had returned and picked up Priestess, Lily, and Hicks, and brought the vampire head to the Monsignors, he returned to his apartment. His brother still slept peacefully, or as peaceful as a sedated sleep could be. He could use some sleep himself so he collapsed on his bed and let it overtake him, silently praying that the sedative would last until the morning.
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Priest was jerked awake the next morning by the sound of rustling clothing. Turning over quickly, his heart skipped a beat when he saw his fallen brother waking from his long sleep. His gold eyes were unfocused as he looked around the room. When they settled upon him, recognition sparked in them.
"You…" The vampire breathed quietly.
Priest rose from his bed to stand before the vampire, staring at him with a guarded expression. He said nothing, waiting for his brother to speak.
"You've got a lot of nerve, bringin' me here…" He drawled. His head lolled to the side but he kept his eyes locked on Priest. He was still trying to shake off the affects of the sedative. He didn't remember anything after the explosion…
"You drugged me." He said simply. Priest nodded, still keeping quiet. The vampire lifted his head from his shoulder and looked Priest square in the face.
"Why'd you bring me here, Priest?" He said, growing tired of the man's silence.
Priest hesitated before answering.
"I wasn't going to leave you out there. You would have died." He answered quietly.
The vampire snorted.
"Don't act like you wanted me alive. I know you. I was a priest once. I know what's goin' through your head right now." He spat. His gold eyes flashed when Priest turned away from him and went to his closet.
Priest came back with a portable restraint and keys.
"I've already made arrangements."
"Of course you have." The vampire shot back smugly.
Priest sighed.
"Are you going to come quietly?"
The human and the vampire stared each other down before the fallen one broke into a slow smile.
"We'll do things your way… for now."
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Priest managed to get his brother out of the apartment undetected by dressing him in one of the priest robes. The vampire was strangely compliant as Priest put the restraints on him and told him where they were going. He said nothing to Priest; only nodded and watched him with glowing gold eyes.
Priest led them further into the bowels of the City, down into the black heart of the prison sector. They were paid no mind by the grungy residents of the streets. Only occasionally were they given a glance, which was often accompanied by a nod. It seems the only people who gave the priests any respect were sent down to work in the filthy underbelly of their "perfect Eden".
The vampire at Priest's side watched all the people from under his hood, not missing any details. He remembered what it was like to be a priest. It had felt good to protect the people. He frowned slightly. After his experience at the Hive, he was shown the light. The people weren't the ones who needed protection; the vampires did.
A small snarl escaped his lips when someone looked at them too long and Priest shot him a look of warning. He kept quiet after that.
The further they walked, the less people they saw, the quieter it got.
"We're almost there." Priest said. He received no response so he looked over his shoulder at his brother.
"You're awfully quiet."
The vampire lifted his head, giving Priest a chilling view of his gold eyes.
"Figured it'd be a better idea then tryin' to get away." He said, lifting his hands to show Priest the restraints. They were cutting into his wrists, making them bleed, indicating that he had already tried to get out of them.
Priest grimaced. Surely that was painful. He hadn't said anything about it though. His brother continued to confuse him. This person was different from the person that had fought him on the train. Perhaps he was still recovering…
The pair reached a large door with numerous locks on it. Priest knocked twice on the door and waited. A key pad presented itself to him. He punched in a long string of numbers and waited again. A thud was heard, followed by the cranking of gears and machinery. The vampire watched as the massive doors swung open with a low creak.
"Welcome to Aconite Prison."
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A/N: Okay so this started out as a one-shot idea, but it has expanded in my mind so it's a chapter story. :)
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