The rain fell down in sheets as the thunder roared that followed its close relative; the lightning bolt. A lone figure in a rain jacket held something to her chest as she made her way down the streets, looking up every now or then to make sure she was going down the right way.
There, appearing in its glory with a bolt of lightning, a large church of a gothic style appeared. Its silent gargoyles looked on from their bed rest above to watch the figure walk down the walkway to the door and leave the bundle which she had held to her chest as if her life depended on the doorsteps into the church but out of the rain so it wouldn't get wet.
The bundle moved as it soon began to cry, and an old nun came to the door and gasped as she spotted the bundle.
Picking it and hushing quietly, she took the small bundle inside where she would take care of it.
The figure, hiding at the gates, sighed in relief as the nun took the bundle and began to walk away, but not before shedding some tears as she walked away. Her feelings as dark and stormy as the weather as she left a piece of her heart behind.
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Another plot bunny, they keep attacking me!
This is going to have an OC in it and it is set many years after Dark of the Moon.
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