Author: D.A.V.I.D
Fandom: Priest
Rating: T
Warning(s): something sickly sweet, like the coffee I'm drinking in this Starbucks..
Pairing/Characters: Priest/Black Hat

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to this movie.. if I did I would feel more accomplished
A/N: Had a massive attack of writers block for the longest time, but I killed it with this fic, which was a stand alone prompt until I reread it and it was the sequel I was looking for. I will be updating the first chapter soon.

Once you strike
there's no way turning back
you've got to pay a price
to go from white to black
you know, you've got to go

Why must everything end with morals or ethics, can not one deed be blind to woes of good and evil?

Priest wouldn't blame any casual observer for thinking him mad for helping the man, if that was what you could call him, the first and only of his kind, the one and only human vampire... and I pray it stays that way. The metal was heavy for one man, but a slight fuss for Isaac and the trapped beast. His hands gripped the twisted steel, the metal groaning as he tugged against it, the metal body lifting towards the heavens, away from his enemy. It took only that vital second of effort, and the creature was free, snarling akin to a wet cat, but alive and unscathed. He let go, metal groaning as it drove itself deeper into the earth with a loud thud, unsettling the dust and making them cough, another reminder that this nightmare train was a reality. The sudden shift of the sand and his footing was lost, body so very tired, muscles twitching, unable to cope, he waited for the sting of sand. He was greeted with worn leather.

Tired eyes slid open, flinching closed at the sun, so bright over the creatures head, it wasn't even human really, was he? Is he? Those eyes revealing its true form, so bright with hatred. He should have treated it like an animal, killed it, but no, the human face looked at him, was looking at him now, speaking words he knew, speaking lies, could they be true? His. He wished not to hear, so he did not listen. He curled himself closer to the demon, the vampire, the once man, and slept. It was a peaceful rest, the sighing wind granting him a rather Zen state of mind. For the first time in a very long time, his muscles lacked the ache and strain that he was used to feeling, ghost pains of a war long won settling at last, relieving Isaac of his burdens. Isaac was in peace.

The moon burned above their heads, moonlight caressing the landscape as the demon watched him from a distance as he slept. He spoke to no one, mouth open, verbs and words spilling out to an empty audience, he didn't care. Meanwhile in the world of dreams, the Priest slept on. He had priorities that needed to be met, things that no dream would evade. Would there still be vampire parts left in the wreckage? He needed something solid to bring back to warn the others. A soft thud to his left shook him out of his thoughts, eyes opening to watch the beasts jaw slack open, teeth gaping at him, an answer to his prayers. Funny that God chose to watch over him now, when he least believed in him. He glanced to the right to find the man beaming down at him, crouched so very close to his face like a curious animal, unsure if its new prey can be caught.

He pulled himself forward, almost falling back, saved for a leather clad arm pulling him forward, its opposite intertwined with his own, curiosity clearly getting the better of the creature as it moved his hand around, fingers twisting this way and that in the moonlight. He wouldn't mind staying like this, body lax against his shadow companion, invisible hand on his, breath on his neck. He knew he wouldn't be so lucky in mere moments, and stood. The man, the creature, his old friend, his savior, faced him, opposite fingers still entwined, a loose, yet strong hold on each other.

They stood still for this moment, time itself holding still for just this one second. Isaac let go, all contact broken. They were separate now, as they had been, and will always be. They were apart before everything, before Sola Mira, before his Death. This was the end of everything, yet it was still only the beginning. At this precise moment they were both completely neutral in their respects, neither alive nor dead, neither evil nor good, not man, not beast, but something more altogether.

The Priest had made his choice long ago. Grabbing the head, he left.

This could be the first time
and it could be your last time
you never know
until you go..

- "First Time" Rotersand