Come As You Are
A cool breeze blew from the harbor nearby, but the nun ignored it as she jogged. Along with the breeze came the smell of sharp sea air, and the nun hated that particular sent. "Fish guts and cheap whores." she thought. Turning a corner, she felt safer in the poorly lit ally way, so she stopped. "I really shouldn't be running...that idiot is probably late anyway." Running pale fingers through sandy brown bangs, the girl attempted to control her breathing. Puddles of a recent rain littered the ally, and the girl took notice of her reflection in one. Even in the cool harbor air, she was slick with sweat that made her habit and dress stick to her body. The puddle reflected a long body with slim arms and a flat chest. Straight limp bangs framed a slightly too rounded face set with murky brown eyes. The girl sighed and wiped the sweat off of her brow as she noticed all of her imperfections; which were too many she thought. "You know vainness is a sin in the holy church." a soft voice called out. The gloom that surrounded the nun quickly left in favor for an aura of anger. "That fool...how could her Grace partner me to such an idiot." she screamed mentally. Outwardly, the nun showed no change. "You're late Father...again." The man gasped and then shrugged sheepishly. "Well you see there was this old lady crossing a street..." he began, waving his arms. The girl pushed herself off the wall with a grunt and walked away from the priest, splashing the puddle as she went. "S-Sister Ruth?" the priest screamed, running for the nun like a lost puppy. Ruth tried to walk a tad bit faster, but alas, the priest was blessed with unnatural long legs, and he quickly caught up to her. "Ruth, you're going in the wrong direction! The vampire hideout is that way!" he said jutting his long fingers behind him. "I know that, and now so does all of the people in South Harbor!" Ruth growled. She twisted toward him whilst grabbing his collar. She pulled the taller man down to her eye level and continued. "If you want the mission to work, let me do all of the thinking, planning, and action ok?" The priest blinked a few times and then gaped his mouth like a fish. "Then what would I do?" he asked loudly. "Keep quiet!" She let go of the man's collar and rosary, but did not move away from him. She studied him like she had done herself a few moments before. He was so much taller than her, with small, rounded blue eyes, and unusual sliver-gold hair that almost touched the ground. Her muddy colored eyes looked into his deep blue ones, and the longer she looked, the more she hated this man. "His eyes are blue like the sea, and his wits are about as good as a fish's." she thought turning away from him. The father blinked again and she began to walk. "He's just like a fish, wide mouthed and useless." Ruth grunted. "What? Fish? Do the vampires have something to do with the harbor's fish supply? Are they that devious?" The nun ignored the priest's idiotic ramblings. "I take that back...he's dumber than a fish."
Sister Ruth and the Father were crouched by some crates, trying to find a way into a warehouse near the bay. "The vamps the Cardinal was talking about should be in here. I say we do a charge attack and take them unawares." Ruth whispered just loud enough for her partner to understand. He nodded and opened his mouth to say something. Instead of listening, Ruth pointed in the direction he was supposed to go and ran off. Finding am entrance, she thanked the holy one for her unfeminine, long limbs, and began to ungracefully climb some wooden boxes that were under a vent. "Please be within reach." she prayed silently as she climbed. A nail in the edge of one of the crates ripped her dress, and Ruth stopped moving completely. She heard nothing but her own breathing and a low rumble inside the warehouse, so she continued her climb. When she reached the top box, she pulled out her obsidian dagger and began to undo the screws. "The monsters won't expect this." she mumbled proudly to herself as she laid the vent down. Her legs were tired from standing on her tippy toes to undo the screws, but she knew she still had strength enough to jump. Crouching down and taking a deep breath, Ruth shot up and grabbed with edge of the vent's entrance with both hands. She groaned as she pulled herself up and inside the air vent. For the first time, she was thankful she was flat-chested as she wiggled and squirmed her way through the duct. She wriggled around until she heard voices. "They'll be here any day I bet; those Vatican dogs. We've made to much noise, they're gonna know. I bet they do! They always find out, those dogs. We're dead too. Haven't you heard of that one monster they have! The one with red eyes that feasts on creatures like us! I bet you have! All of our kind know of it!" a weary voice whispered. She couldn't see the vamps too clearly through the grate, but as far as she could tell, there were three. "A red eyed monster? In the Vatican?" Ruth thought. As far as she knew, no creature alive like that existed; or at least the creature the vampire was describing. "And if such a thing was in the AX, I'd know. I mean from the sound of him, he's someone I couldn't miss." she thought wriggling her arm with the dagger free. Silent as night itself, she removed the grate from the opening, and pushed her upper torso near the opening. Her prediction had been right; there was three vamps. The one who'd been telling ghost stories was a dark haired male with weasel like features and sunken eyes. The other two were just as scrawny, but one was blonde and the other had a pockmarked face. Pushing her legs through the opening, Ruth felt herself fall as she threw a silver dagger at Weasel. The only sound her landing made was a quiet tap as her heels hit the concrete. The blonde turned in surprise, but had no time to react as Ruth made her dark blade slice through his neck like butter. It seemed like Weasel and Blonde fell at the same time. Blood squirted onto her white dress and the blonde vamp fell on the ground; the wet, red smile she created with her sharp, cold Dragon's Fury shined on his neck. She looked to see the sunken eyed vampire, dubbed Weasel, had taken the dagger to the eye liked she'd hoped. The pocked marked monster looked at his colleagues on the ground; their cursed blood flowing on to the floor painting it an eerie deep shining scarlet. His whole body quivered in fear as his bowls emptied themselves. His dark eyes widened as she quietly moved toward him, never speaking, only moving to pull her other dark knife out of the weasel vampire. Her murky eyes shined in blood lust, and the blood on her habit gave her an intimidating air. The vamp didn't think twice as he ran. "The Inquisition would be proud...it is there doing that I'm this monster killing machine. "she thought. It was no secret that the "War Sect" of the Vatican made enhanced humans, but she was one of the few girls they had tested their 'super human' enhancements on. "Paula would say I've improved...that is if she doesn't hate me like the rest." Ruth smirked, thinking of her old teacher, but let the emotion die as she followed the vampire through the maze of crates. The vampire turned a corner, but the nun took her time. I'm surprised there are this few guarding this stash. Even if it's just illegal blood packets...you'd think they'd at least have ten people to keep watch." she thought scrapping her obsidian short knives on the crates. Crimson rivers flowed from the wood and she frowned. "Well this is cheap looking stuff." she mumbled.
Ruth was about to turn the corner the vampire had taken when she heard voices. "I-i-it was them! I swear to it!" A shaky gulp and then, "they paid us to watch this stuff! They said i-it was for another client! One they worked for! I don't know anything other than that!" From the sound of it, it was that ugly vamp. Ruth pressed her flat body to the closet crate. "Who's interrogating him? Surly it can't be that fool priest!" Ruth thought thinking of her stupid fish-partner. "I believe you." a deep, husky voice whispered. Ruth assumed it was whoever was scaring the vampire terrorist to death. "However I cannot allow you to live. Victor Faustus, you are charged with four counts of terrorism with arson, eight counts of kidnapping, and twenty counts of murder. In this, you are condemned to death. My orders were to kill all terrorists on sight." The deep voice continued. "In the name of the church I ask you to repent of your sins, so that you maybe forgiven in the life beyond." Ruth gulped, hoping that no one heard, especially the owner of that husky voice. Apparently neither the religious avenger nor the vampire heard; for the conversation between them continued. "What? You're going to kill me? You can't! I'm innocent! I know nothi-"the vampire called Victor screamed before he gave a shriek. His screams of pain lasted forever, it seemed, until finally they stopped, and only the faint sound of gulping and sighing was heard. Ruth had never known fear. She had been a mighty enhanced warrior of the Inquisition. She had seen, heard, and done things she was both proud and horrified of. She may have been heartless but she was not void of emotion. But never fear. However, standing pressed up against that wooden crate, listening to those sickening gulps, Ruth felt more than curious as she listen to the monster feed.
