Alan is a Catholic vampire who is attempted to kill himself when he meets the pseudo-angel known only as Jacob. Before long, the unlikely pair is drafted by a mysterious man whose goals are shrouded in mystery. The two end up becoming the man's employees, gaining all the premium bonuses that come along with doing so.

The Plusses of Working for an Immortal

Chapter 1: The Meeting of Yin and Yang

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"Father Peter, forgive me for I have sinned in God's eyes." 15-year-old Alan Griffin said through the small hole in the cofessional booth. Alan's voice came in ragged breaths and the priest on the other side could hear that somehow, this boy was in immense pain.

"What exactly have you done child?" Father Peter asked softly. The Catholic priest had just walked out the front door of his church when this pale-skinned, dark-haired boy had came towards him. There were no signs of any type of injury on the boy, but he looked as if he was in pain. His eyes were also the slightest tint of red.

"I've done so many things father. I've murdered. I've existed." Alan replied with much effort. Despite the pain he was in, Alan was happy. The church was beautiful and gold covered nearly every inch. In the back of the church, where the father would preach from, were three gigantic crosses and the religious symbols were scattered symmetrically across the church. Even the cofessional booth was decorated in red crosses. The pain made him feel good. He deserved this.

"Well yes, murder is a terrible offense. But God has created everyone to further His purpose. To say that your existence is a sin is borderline blasphemy."

"I see..." Father Peter was alarmed at Alan's silence. The boy had obviously been in some kind of pain. What if he had died by some kind of disease? The urge to go see if he was okay was almost too strong for Father Peter and the only thing that kept him from doing so was the betrayl he would be comitting if Alan was actually alive.

"Young man, are you okay in there?" The father asked, knocking on the outside of the booth. There was a slight groan. Inside the booth, the sound of Father Peter's rushing blood was like music to Alan's ears. His stomach began to tighten in anticipation, causing Alan to groan in discomfort. He was beginning to see spots and his skin was beginning to itch terribly as the crosses around him began to take their affect. As he got weaker, he could feel his willpower slipping. The musical rush of human blood blocked his hearing and everything he could see was red. The metallic smell of blood had made itself known on his tongue.

"Do you...have...a cross?" Alan forced himself to say with a slight smile. He could practically see the priest's confused expression.

"Um of course."

"May I see it?" By now, Alan was twitching terribly as the urge to consume blood became overpowering. His nails lengthened as the small bronze cross made its way through the small hole. Alan clenched his teeth together in order to avoid screaming. The pain of being denied food combined with that of the cross was unbearable. His red vision began to darken and the spasming began to slow down.

"Young man?"

"So this is it? This is death. Thank you father." Alan said softly as he grabbed the cross. The hiss of searing flesh exploded in the completely silent room and Alan screamed.

"What in Christ's name?" Father Peter said in surprise. He pulled the cross back and was horrified to see a skeleton hand slide through the gap. The father let out a yelp and jumped backwards. To his shock, the hand slowly began to reform into its former pale complexion. Then, from inside the booth came another bloodcurdling scream. From inside the confessional, Alan's eyes suddenly opened, blood red. He let out a roar as he broke through the wooden box as if it were paper. The small part of reasoning his brain had to offer was nothing compared to the bestial hunger he was feeling. Even with that primal rage flowing through him, Alan instinctively raised his claws, which he used in order to drain blood.

"Satan be gone from this boy!" The father cried as he pulled out a vial of water. By the time that Alan realized that he was seeing holy water, he was already inches in front of Father Peter. With a stone-smashing kick, Alan shattered the water and sent Father Peter across the church. By the time the father had landed, Alan was kneeling next to him. Father Peter trembled as the strange boy drew a knife-sharp fingernail across his cheek. Alan shuddered in ecstacy. Regaining his sense, the priest fumbled for the small bronze cross that had nearly killed Alan before hand, found it, and shoved the object into the boy's chest. Alan screamed before jumping back. As soon as the contact was dispersed, Alan began to heal. The vampire was about to charge in again when something amazing happened.

Light filled the room as a young man walked into the church with a bemused expression on his face. His messy hair was bleached blond and he had the bluest eyes one had ever seen. And the most amazing thing about him was that he glowed. Two large, glowing, white wings sprouted from his back and to both of the males in the church, he looked like an angel. In that instant, Alan regained his senses and fell to his knees, as did Father Peter.

"Thou said that Thou would send Your angels to protect me oh Lord and You have not forsaken me!" The priest said loudly. The angel's expression grew more entertained as he continued forward. The gazes of both Alan and Peter were locked onto him. Then the thirst overpowered Alan and he charged.

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Alan drove his fist into a nearby wall when he woke up the next night. His nails were covered in blood, which told him that he had given in to the thirst. Sighing, Alan stood up when a boy walked past him.

"You!" Alan cried impulsively, causing the boy to turn around. Now that Alan could get a good look at him, he could see that the 'angel' from last night was about twenty years old, no older than 21. Alan could also see that he wasn't glowing. The boy looked at Alan oddly as the latter stepped out from the alleyway he had slept in the previous night.

"Hey, you're that kid that tried to kill the priest, right?" The boy asked in a deep yet soft voice. His voice really didn't sound holy. Alan said nothing, but looked down. He had failed to off himself and an innocent person, worse a priest, had almost gotten killed. The other boy seemed to pick up on his despondence and smiled at him.

"I'm Jacob. Walk with me."

And so is the start of a beautiful friendship that willl not become romantic in any way, shape, or form. Anyway, so I hope you like this prologue of the story and while I'm here, I'm going to tell you something majorly important. Later on in the series, it's not going to just follow Jacob and Alan, but you'll see what that means later. Just enjoy the story for now and please review.