This is one of the second priest fanfictions I have written. I apologize, I am so busy that it might take at least 2 weeks for me to publish the next chapter. I promise though, I just started working on it. I have actually come to the conclusion to just finish my fanfictions before posting them, that way I don't have to worry about keeping up with them. I was excited about this one though and wanted to post it right away, I hope you all like. My art skills are improving, I will attempt to draw whta I can. Lol. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: Unpleasant Goodbyes & New Beginnings
It's hard to believe that you were born in a world of sin and monsters. Hard to believe that god put you here. You can't bare the thought of losing yourself much less those you care about, the everyday struggle, the everyday protest. It all comes together, when you see that everyone is here for a reason. I just haven't found mine.
I was born in these city walls and the reason I was taken from my family was because I can see the future through visions. It doesn't matter where are when, the slightest contact with an object of importance could set me off in a dream state. I could be seeing things for only the smallest as ten seconds of a minute. The clergy sought to use my so called gift to get back at the vampires and so I spent my lifetime contained in these walls training to become the best but then... The war ended priests and priestesses had died and I wasn't there to help any of them, they never allowed me to leave the city and once the war was over my use was no longer needed so I was just trapped with all the others, still in the confines of these cement walls. Which sins bounced off of on the outside but still sent whispers.
The most recent dream or vision of mine was the weirdest, I had woke up in a hot sweat with an intense pain at the crease of my neck with no evidence of any cuts or bruises, I assumed it was from my vision... Or my dream, my dream of him.
I was thinking impurely of a man I had never met before nor had ever seen, I rustled in the sheets of my bed as moans escaped my lips and sweat puddled down my skin. The one thing I could remember about him was his amazing yellow auburn eyes, a beautiful color that I envied. When he stared at me it was passionately, his black hair short and far from perfect. He had stubble of hair around him chin and under his mouth and may I repeat how wonderful his eyes were, they glistened slightly from the moon that shimmered through the window.
He stared into my eyes deeply as though trying to read my thoughts and then he kissed me. It felt so real but it was truly just a dream, I had never had a dream like this before, it was such a sin to think of such things. Another thing that I couldn't help but be intrigued by was the cross in black ink engraved over his forehead, like the one I had... Like all priests had. Yet his sharp teeth proved that he could have been something more than just a man, I felt a strong attraction towards him... A yearning for him you could say.
He moved his lips across my jaw and down my neck until he met my shoulder, then I could feel his fangs upon my skin but I did not panic. They slightly grazed the tan sweaty skin of mine and when I felt his tongue salivate the area his mouth was connected to, I closed my eyes with bliss, grabbing his shoulders oh so gently before resting a kiss on the crease of his neck. Than it happened, I moaned feeling a burst of pain at the area he was nearest to, my neck. My heart beating a thousands miles an hour, I heard a growl as he pressed his hands on both sides of me and dug his teeth further into me, my eyes flashed open... Thank god I was only in my room, I shot up from my small twin size bed, the navy blue covers scattering across the floor as I raced to the bathroom to see that my neck had not been bitten and the striking pain with only one of mental intuition...
My black hair hazed over my face, strands flailing slightly in all directions.
"I must tell the check of my sin..." I whispered to myself out loud, it had not been the first time this had happened proof was that almost over every part of the concrete walls in my home was covered in sketches of my visions. Ever since I had started seeing them with him, I have been sketching and posting them up. Why you may I ask? Obsession, I was obsessed with a man I had never knew nor ever seen, a man with striking yellow eyes and the looks of a vampire.
My confessions would always be the same answer, I soon quit announcing my visions to the clergy after they considered I had been tempted by the devil.
"Forgive me father for I have sinned, it has been one day since my last confession."
"Go on child."
"I had the dream again... With him."
"He is a sin, you must forget him or to the depths of hell you shall go."
"Yes father."
"Ten Hail Mary's." The same ten Hail Mary's, I said everyday before bed, the same ten Hail Mary's I said everyday after I woke up, but today I felt different. That stinging pain was a symbol that my dreams were becoming more lively and as I walked over to the wall full of him, I couldn't help but feel the vision again, the burn coming on. He was the devil in one form, the form that hit me the most, a vampire.
I couldn't tell if he was real or not, but chances were seventy five percent of my dreams were so, there is a twenty five percent chance he is and if he was, there was part of me wanting to find out. It was hard to believe you could fall in love with a dream but it was true I was in love with him. His eyes delved into mine and his soft lips, you would think not belong to a man of his bearings... A man of him.
I stared at these drawings for quite some time, just marveling at how amazing he was, still considering he could just be a figment of my imagination. A psychological way of allowing myself to show love without having to get in trouble for it but it was still a sin. To even love is a sin.
I was wearing a black sports bra and black shorts, maybe to revealing but when I was in my home, revealed could be nothing more than underwear and that was because I spent most of my time here with rare company. I had tattoos across my torso, the vines of life they circled around my belly button and made flowers just above my hip, a tribal tattoo, I had gotten without the clergy permission. My priestess attire was set up on a mannequin I found in a trash can. I had a much more defined model considering I had a tiny frame and light feet. I had black boots that buckled up ending under my knees, fingerless gloves the went up to my elbows, a tank top that had metal in rested into the fabric giving it a shiny texture, pants that tucked into my boots and a cowl.
My weapon was a bow and a black quiver full of arrows with the tip etched into crosses. Far from the regular melee weapon priests would use, I was given the weapon in hopes that it would keep vampires at a safe distance. I was trained to be an expert shot and sadly was never able to how my true abilities in the battlefield. I Should be happy that the war is over, no more bloodshed, no more fear for the waste landers but, I gave my life to the clergy, I gave myself, my family gave me to them. I didn't been know what happened to my mother and father all that I was told when I was of age to understand was that they had given my gift to god all I was allowed to know was that I looked like my mother.
Nimble hands and feet, slender waist and muscular skinny legs, I had a tannish brown lip color and my skin was a beautiful contrast between Carmel and white chocolate. My hair color was a deep black, that seemed almost like the colors of deep space and my bright blue eyes were what the clergy said made me so special. My eyes could see these visions, my eyes could see many things, I had dark iris's that stood out so black against my pigment of light blue with an ocean green sometimes. I was old by many my eyes were gods way of hoeing us that even the smallest things could be infinite, I never understood it, I never cared I look in the mirror into my eyes, but I knew the feeling of seeing such amazement once I had saw him.
I stared blankly at a particular fresh sketch I had just posted last night of him, he looked so strict and intimidating. I indented the charcoal more into his eyes because they were so amazing, I wanted that same effect in my artwork. My knees were folded up and my back was against the side of the bed, my arms crossed over my chest as I stared at each individual drawing, I spent time on.
My artwork wasn't much but I couldn't say it was nothing, I spent so much money just to find a pencil and paper around here so every detail in my artwork was paved with excellence and perfection, one screw up could mean a waste of a good drawing.
There was a knock at my door, my morning had been fine so far and from my attire you could tell I wasn't expecting company, I stood up and walked over to the large metal door, opening it to meet a Sanctuary guard. They watched over the clergy and kept the city preferences in line, from criminals to arguments. As usual they wore heavy black armor, the sign of a cross on the chest of their metal armor, they all had helmets with visors almost like the old movie RoboCop I had watched from the past video files in the library.
He held up a white paper and handed it to me, I smiled but it was never returned, he turned and walked down the concrete hallway back out if the building. I am not going to lie, I was afraid, it had never been a letter sent from the clergy, it was a summons by a Sanctuary Guard but this was way different. The clergy did not wish to speak face to face with me on this matter, it worried me.
I closed the metal door and clanked the bar to lock it, I greedily started to pick at the edges of the white envelope that concealed the importance from me. I sat down on the edge width of my bed and delved my fingers between the two thin lines of paper and pulled out the paper that lie within, folded into one third. I opened it, looking at the paper with open eyes only for my eyes to grow wider as the words started to sink it. I shook my head in disbelief and gasped, the paper slowly falling out of my grasp and hitting the floor. The large word in bright red stated 'exiled'.
After everything I had done for them, they were casting me out into the wastelands, from the city I was born in, the city I spent nothing but training in. Tears came pouring down my cheeks and visions started coming out of nowhere. A small town, in the desert, silent, the dust picked up by the wind, the sun high in the sky. A jeep driving by in front of the small town with a sign on the side that said 'Medicine for sale'. Then it was him, standing by the town, I immediately reached under my bed for my sketch pad a nod charcoal. A leather padded journal with blank pages, I bought days ago urging me to fill them, despite my current situation, this vision wasn't just a vision it was a calling. I started sketching my vision, the deist inch line of the town, I even managed to draw in the truck that drove by and the man in my dreams looking back in my direction.
Overall the picture was exactly what I had seen, a town in the wastelands of some sorts. I should be feeling betrayed after my sacrifices for the church they send me into exile, maybe because of my visions of him. I looked over to my right at the wall again, I would find this town and I would look for this man. This was no vision, this was a beckoning, a calling. If the clergy no longer had a need for my skills that I was never able to use then let me use them to my advantage, a chance to break free and see the world around this dark and wrecked city, my chance had come and I was going to take it.
I began to prepare myself for my journey filling a black backpack with containers of food and water. I first made room for my journal, in case another vision came along, I would have to have something to remember it. First I would have to find this town, maybe a Sanctuary Guard would know, maybe I would just get silence. I had to admit I was reaching to this way differently than I should have. First tears, then acceptance, and now excitement. I was finally breaking my vow and it was by the Clergies doing.
I turned and looked at the mannequin full of clothes fit for a priestess, I had never tried them on, but I had hopes they would fit. I put them on one by one, boots to cowl, I pulled the hood up and the cloth to cover my mouth and nose. A smile came onto my expression excitement came over me quickly as I ran over to the bathroom mirror to look at myself, I looked pretty badass I had to admit.
I pulled down the hood and cloth, was I ready for this? Could I really just go like this? I had no friends, nobody to talk to. All I had was my drawings in which I couldn't help but think again about him... That man... If he was the reason the clergy sent me away then I suppose I should thank him... Or the thought of him. I started my way out of the bathroom, the final touch of my outfit.
You could hear the silent thump of my boots hitting the ground as I stepped around my house in the boots. I just didn't want to stop stepping around, I felt superior. I reached under my bed for a long brown box. My eyes widened and my breath went ragged, I had never thought I would see the need for these if I could never use them. I opened the box to reveal a black metal bow, and a black quicker with steel tipped cross arrows.
I slid my finger across the metal making a Ching noise, I couldn't help but giggle, I was a giddy school girl ready to go and see the world. The anticipation lined across my very soul, I wrapped the bow around my torso, so that I was in between the opening of the metal chained string and the metal grip. The quiver's bandolier wrapping securely around my torso, I then turned to meet with the many sketches I had made, I will leave them for someone else to see, for someone else to know, not only about the man in my dreams but also about how many years, I had spent here, I looked around, the backpack set on my bed full of everything I need an the walls full of sketches, let them go... So I did, I wrapped the backpack around my right shoulder covering my face with the cowl and the cloth and I stepped out of that stupid apartment.