Burning Kisses
A Silas FanFic, of course. If my name didn't give you the message, I don't know what would. This is my first Silas Fanfic here, but not my very first one. I've written many successful one's and even a sequel to one. Silas falls in love, but I still plan on staying in character. No gentle Silas like I've read. What would Silas do if someone got cheeky and disrespectful on him, and also happened to be the cause for all the pain and suffering in the world? I'm Atheist, so I'm not really Biblically influenced, but Silas falls in love, Pre-DVC, and has a thing for chicks in his dreams dancing to Wolfmother's "Woman."
Chapter one — The Dream
Silas sat up from a dark and fretful sleep. He had been plagued by the presence of a woman in his thoughts. Young, beautiful, but rude and smart-mouthed. Bishop Aringarosa had asked him how much he was using his cilice and Discipline. "I wear it all the time, except when I bathe. Recently, I have been having, sinful thoughts of someone I don't know." He told the Bishop. The Bishop shook his head and said, "Silas, my son, you must wear your cilice only two hours a day. Don't you know of infections? Your Discipline, I don't know. Use it only once a day if you must use it, not for every sinful thought you may posses. You are a man! It is only natural for you to dream fantasies." Silas's mind flashed back to his past in prison, being a man toy. "Un fantasma puta!" they had heckled as they raped poor Silas. Silas clenched his eyes shut to stop any tears from falling. Those six years had been murder, and it was mostly his suicidal cellmates. It was no use. A tear slid down his face, and he sniffed. Standing up, he was 6"3', and two hundred pounds of raw flesh, muscle, and horrid memories.
He walked to his dresser and pulled out his cell phone to check the time. It was three A.M. Pulling on his woolen robe and tying the belt, Silas looked at himself in a small handheld mirror. His usually white skin had grown to become a grayish color, and he needed a haircut. Running his hand through his uneven hair, he sighed deeply, and a part of him wished to go back to bed and think about that girl in his dreams. He had never seen her before, but in his dreams, she was well-known. She was flirtatious, and very tempting the way she moved her hips to an unknown beat she could only hear. Alluring as she was, she would allow Silas to try and touch her, but never let him get a chance to. This made Silas angry, and he often found himself wanting to kill the girl. Then, she would grin smugly, say something rude, and be off. Silas closed his eyes and began to reach for the Discipline. Remembering the Bishop's words, he left it where it lay and grabbed his cell phone, 9 mm, wallet, and car keys. He wouldn't need them in New York, but just incase...
He stopped by a small café, and ordered Earl Grey tea with one bagel to go. He walked around the block, people paying little or no attention to him as he walked by. He had no desire for his bagel, and when he finally left the block, he gave it to a homeless man. "Thank you sir!" the man had rasped out, giving Silas a toothy grin. "Your welcome. God bless." He said to the man and continued walking. He made his tea last an hour, and then remembered he needed to attend Mass. Running another four blocks is different from walking them, and ended up giving his tea and five dollars to the same man he had given the bagel to. Before the man could say anything, Silas was off again, and sweat poured out of his like water did Niagra falls. When he arrived back at the Opus Dei building/headquarters, he could hear the bells begin to ring, and ran even faster. He would need to stop by his room and put his gun and cell phone away, for he needed none of those at church. When he opened his door, he found a woman kneeling on the ground, and scrubbing the floor. Silas stopped, gave a gasp, and stumbled back into the hallway. The woman jumped up with a look of surprise and knocked the bucket of water over.
Silas and the woman stared at each other for what seemed to be an eternity, and finally, Silas said, "I need to leave some things here." The woman nodded, and looked down. She wasn't supposed to interact with men, but this one seemed very determined to. "What is your name? Silas asked, walking closer to her. "Rachel Crowe." She muttered out as she found herself pressed against the wall, and Silas reaching for her with one hand. He was just about to stroke her face when she said, "Don't tell me you're like the other Catholic people who are pervie freaks and rape people!" This comment made her give a small grin, and Silas, became infuriated and struck her. "How dare you insult the people of Christ! You wench, you shall pay in Hell!" Sitting in a crouched position on the floor, she sobbed silently as she gently stroked her cheek, red and swollen now from Silas's blow. Silas's breathing had rapidly increased, and now was becoming slow, shallow breaths. He looked at her, and down at his hand that was clenched, and ran out of the room, embarrassed. He was late for church, but worst of all, he had just struck his dream-girl.