Chapter 1:
So Many Questions
It was the dead of night and everyone was asleep. Tho one priest was tossing and turning in his bed. Clenching his covers, and sweat beads of his for head, he quickly set up. Patting and looking around the room as if someone was there. Even tho he know there was no one in the room with him. This wasn't the first time this had happen ether. As a matter of a fact it had been happening almost ever time he fell asleep. The same thing ever time. He would walk down a narrow hallway to an iron door that was unlocked. Upon entering the room he would be comforted with a light blond hair man. The man would hold up something that made him angry...that made him scream. Ever time it was the something, and each time a little part of it would be etched into his mind.
Nothing could change the fact that no matter what he did it would hunt him everyday, and more then likely for the rest of his life. He just wanted to find comfort and peace somewhere safe, but he know that it would not happen. Evey night it was like a knife was stab into his heart forcing him to wake up with tears in his eyes and screaming in pain. He could have easy just comfort his dream, but if was to real to be a dream. Like it had happened somewhere before, and right in fort of him. How could he face something like that? He guessed no man would be brave enough to. After the Armageddon many lost bravery and courage to face there fears. That's why a select few were able to fend off vampires, and think nothing of giving there life. Even tho he was one of the select few he couldn't face it. Like a man to a vampire, he ran trying to find a place to hid, but there was no place. It would follow him to the ends of the earth, and beyond.
The man, himself, had wrapped his arms around his knees, and buried his face between them. "What is a man to do? I can't run and hid...yet I find myself doing that ever time.", said the man sighing and moving a strain of his silver hair out of his face, "There is nothing I can do. I must accept the fact. I am hunted with makes of sin, and I must atone for them...even if it means giving my life."
He had laid his head back on the pillow, but had not placed his comforter back upon his body. He just laid there motionless, like a rag doll left forever on an uncleaned floor. The only way you could tell he was alive was the fact his chest moved in a rhythmic motion of breath. He wasn't in the land of sleep, and yet he wasn't in the land of the awake. Somewhere in between was were his resigned, and rested. Nothing and yet everything was notice bull to him at this point. The moonlight thought his window, the crickets outside, his glasses on the bedside dresser, the clock in the corner, and his robes hinging from hooks on the wall. All he noticed, and yet didn't notice at the sometime. Most would say time was slowly inching away as the night went on, but he didn't notice the time nor did he notice himself drifting back to sleep. He found himself quite sad when everything was so unreal to him, and all he had to turn to were memory's from a long, long time ago. Memory's were he himself was the enemy of this world, and every human alive on it. He hated everyone of us. Just for being alive.
No hope or happiness no matter how he flipped the coin. It always ended the same. He found himself thinking why even try anymore when it will end the same. Then he always remembered a smiling girl named Esther. For some odd reason she brought him happiness even when he was in the darkest pits of despair. She was the light at the end of the his tunnel. Before meeting her, the priest thought that his tunnel had no ending. That no matter how hard he tried that he would fell the darkness in his life forever. Happily that was not the case. Wounder if Esther is okay? I mean I haven't seen her is about a week or so. Wait why am I asking myself these questions? Why am I even thinking of Esther this late at night?,Thought the priest setting up blushing, 'Wait why am I blushing?' Nothing made sense to him right now. Why he was blushing, what time it was, why everything was blurry. All could have been answered by simple answers, but he could not come up with them.
"I should simply go back to sleep.", said the priest laying back on the pillow ,"Just to wake an hour from now to the sunlight in my room, and the smiling face of Tres." Sarcasm could be heard in his voice as he yawned and slowly fell asleep. He was hopeing his answerers would come in the morning.