Chapter 2

"Vampires? But that's impossible. The Catholic church wiped them out long ago." I said looking back and forth between them, confused.

"Well obviously, The Catholic church didn't do a very good job for here we stand." He told me, "By the way my name is Asmodeus and these are my followers." He gestured to the people around him. The one on the far right took a step forward.

"Please master; let me feast upon him now. I am so thirsty." He asked in a high-pitched whining tone. He took a few more steps toward me. I could see his eyes now. They were red with bloodlust. He looked half crazed. He reached out with a pale, trembling hand and smiled at me. I could see his fangs.

"Kaleo." Said Amodeus, sounding bored. Kaleo turned attention away from me for a moment and turned back to stare at his master.

"Yes?"

Suddenly Asmodeus was standing in front of Kaleo. So close that he had frozen in fear.

"Not yet." Commanded Asmodeus. With that said, he landed a kick to Kaleo's side which caused him to fly through the air and crash into the wall adjacent to him. A huge fissure ran all the way up the wall and onto the ceiling. Dust and fragments of stone floated to the floor. Kaleo grunted in pain and fell to the floor in a heap. Abruptly, the wall collapsed around him opening a hole into another room. Although it was too dark to see anything I thought I saw movement. Once again I struggled against the chains that were binding me.

Asmodeus turned back to the group behind oblivious now to Kaleo who was picking himself up off the ground. Asmodeus looked at the only woman in the group who was standing second to last on the left side.

"Gwyn, search his mind and tell what you see. I've taking a liking to him" he said. She just nodded her head and walked up to me. She placed both her hands on my face. I jerked back impulsively. Kaleo went to stand behind Asmodeus again.

"Don't touch me, you filth. I am with God and He works through me. He will protect me." I rasped.

"Shut up and hold still." Gwyn told me, sounding bored. She grabbed hold of me again. I tried to loosen myself from her but this time she held me with such inhuman strength that I could move an inch. I reached and tried to pull her hands off me and I kicked and screamed but she wouldn't let go. She pulled me up inches from her face gazed into my eyes. I looked back and I was mesmerized. I just couldn't tear away from her intent stare. For a long moment nothing happened then I felt a bizarre sensation in my head just behind my eyes. It felt like someone was drilling a hole there. My head began to ache all over. My eyes rolled back up into my skull and I nearly passed out. Suddenly I began to sift through all my memories but not on my own accord. I was reliving my marriage day, then my tenth birthday of praying with my father in the church where I now preach. My very first memory of hugging my mom goodbye as she lay on her deathbed, deathly ill flashed before my eyes. Finally she let her hands drop and backed away from me, back to her original spot behind Asmodeus.

"I sensed many things from within him. Determination, Courage, A love of God but also a fear of God, and something more that I didn't quite understand. A power if you will. I think it could be awakened." Gwyn said, still staring at me. Amosdeus merely nodded as if he expected nothing less.

"Damian, come forth." Asmodeus commanded.

"Yes master?" said the blond short haired vampire in a long cloak that pooled around his feet. Asmodeus pointed at me but he was looking at Damian.

"Inhale his scent." He demanded.

"As you wish." Damian replied. He shut his eyes, took a deep breath and concentrated. After a moment he exhaled and nodded toward his master.

"He is clean."

Asmodeus dipped his head in affirmation. I listened to all but not really paying attention. I just repeated the Lord's Prayer in my head. I clutched my cross tightly to my chest. He came up to me and knelt before me and grinned.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. Now it's your turn." He told me in a subdued voice.

He grabbed a hold of my wrist with one hand and with the other he held my body down. I was completely immobilized. He moved my wrist to his lips and bit deeply into my flesh taking a small chunk out of it. I screamed out in pain and began to thrash but Asmodeus restrained me. Immediately blood rushed out of the wound and into his mouth. He swallowed the blood that entered his mouth but stopped after that. He took my hand away and admired his handiwork. He then bit into his own wrist caused his blood to come freely as well. Then using his injured hand he grasped my own and turned them so that his hand was on top. So that while my blood bubbled out of my wound, around my wrist, and dripped to the floor, his blood would drip into my wound. There was a dull burning sensation now but no more. The arm use to restrain me suddenly seized the back of my head, fingers twisting in my hair, and brought it forward so that I was face to face with the vampire. Asmodeus yanked on my hair, baring my neck, and he sank his fangs deep into my throat. I moaned loudly and gritted my teeth.

"What are you doing to me?" I whispered. He didn't answer right away because he was gulping down the blood that flowed from my neck noisily. Finally he brought himself away from my throat and stared into my eyes for a second.

"Making you mine." He answered. Then he went back to drinking my blood while clasping my arm, his blood steadily trickling into my open injury. I was becoming lightheaded from the loss of blood. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. That's when I realized what he was doing. He was devouring all of my blood and replacing it with his. This would transform me into one of them. I now understood his statement. As I faded farther into the blackness of my mind I understood.

"NOOOOOOOO!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs but already it sounded far away. An echoing version of myself miles away. I realized my eyes were clenched shut and I allowed them to open. I was lying on my back in a pool of my own blood and my robe was soaked. I just stared up at the ceiling following all the little cracks there. I was also still human but not for long. I could feel the vampire poison coursing through my veins burning and changing my cells from the inside out.

"No." I whispered before my eyes slipped close and I lost consciousness.

I sat straight up and looked around. I wanted to believe that all that had happened earlier was just a dream. A nightmare if you will. But I was still in the same dungeon like before except now I was lying on a mattress covered with a blanket. Everything was so clear and defined. I could see the tiniest details of the walls, the ceiling, and the floor. The smallest crack and the dust that floated through the air, I could see it all. I noticed that my arm was bandaged but there was no stinging or pain coming from beneath. I unraveled the cloth to find nothing but smooth skin and a small scar. I flexed my fingers and I could feel the raw power that came with being a vampire. I felt that if I wanted to I could run through all these walls without even touching the doors and escape from here.

"So it is done." I told myself. I knew there was nothing I could do to change it now. I just had to make do with what I had. I heard breathing and the beating of a heart coming from the shadows. I turned and focused on that exact spot where the sound was coming from. It was Asmodeus. Although I was a priest I wanted to destroy him.

"Ah, I see you have awakened. I was hoping that I hadn't killed you. How do you feel now, Julius?" Asmodeus said as he emerged from the shadows. He walked toward me in a brisk manner. As he stood before me I felt my anger and rage boil up inside me. I was abruptly on my feet so fast that I surprised him. My hand went to his neck and I lifted him off the ground and started to choke him. I marveled at the strength I had. I thought I had him at my mercy but he just smirked down at me.

"Put me down." He murmured. I wasn't about to listen to him. I wanted to crush the life out of him. And yet, I was setting him back on his feet. It was like I had no control over my own body.

"Now sit down." He murmured again. And I sat down not because I wanted to but because he told me too.

"What have you done to me? Why do I do what you tell me? Explain yourself." I spit at him.

"I will but only because you asked nicely." He replied sarcastically, "You now belong to me and you must do as I command because my blood runs in your veins. Although your soul, if you believe in such, and your mind has power over your body. I am now within your cells thus giving me some partial control over your movements. This means with the combination of my voice commands and some telekinetic power that I possess I can control you. Now if you will kindly follow me." He explained.

"I am not going anywhere with you, scum."I told him. He glanced for a moment then turned his back on me and began walking away.

"Hm, you have no choice, do you? Asmodeus called back and he was right I got up and followed like a dog follows its master. He led me out of the large wooden door at the far end of the room and down a long stoned corridor. He stopped at the last door and opened it, motioning for me to come with him. We entered into a small cell with a small window in the ceiling where I could see the sky. Chained to the back wall was a woman. The same woman that had suggested we should all go to the Alberich house. She raised her head groggily and looked up at us in fear. She smiled slightly when saw me.

"Father." She said, "Have you come here to save me?"

I turned to Asmodeus wondering why he had brought me this and shown me her. He observed my confused expression and answered the question I was thinking.

"You see her, yes?"He asked. I nodded, "Now feed."

I gaped openly at him as I took a few steps toward the lady. I turned back to her and gave her my most apologetic expression. I tried to turn and run but I couldn't. I was like the puppet and Asmodeus was the puppeteer. My body was no longer my own to command anymore.

"I'm sorry. I must do this." I murmured. I got down on my knees and ignored her thrashing movements. I subdued her by grabbing her head and bashing it against the wall. All that was left on the wall was a large bloodstain, bits of bone, and chunk of grey matter. It didn't knock her out but it caused her to stop moving so much. I held her head and forced her to look into my eyes. Her eyes seem to glaze over and she was on the verge of death. I could smell it. I bared my new fangs at her and she screamed. The scream excited me. It caused an adrenaline rush. I wanted to kill her now. I watched her eyes roll back into her head. She was no good to me dead so I cocked her skull to the side exposing her neck. I stared at it for a moment mesmerized by the simple beauty of it.

I raised my head slightly and plunged my fangs deep into the soft flesh of her neck and smiled when I heard her screech in agony. I felt the delicious pulsing liquid gush into my mouth. All rationality left me then and now I was a beast of instinct. I shook my head back and forth like a dog beating the body against the wall and floor ripping her throat wide open. This threw blood everywhere, on my face and robe, and on the wall. I could tell that Asmodeus was having a problem remaining where he was. I could here him breathing heavier that before and his heart was beating faster. Then came a grinding noise as his fingers dug into the stone wall holding him in place. I lapped up the blood that flowed like a fountain from her ravaged, mangled body. As the blood lessened to a trickle I heard her utter one last gurgling noise and her eyes went blank. She was dead. When I had finished I threw the lifeless, bloodless carcass away but I still wanted more. I was still thirsty. I realized what I had just done as I became myself again. I had just killed an innocent for no reason other than because I was thirsty. I sat on the floor and wiped my mouth of blood as tears slipped down my cheeks. I stared at the blood on my hand then absentmindedly began to lick it off. It tasted so good. Better than any human food I had ever tasted. I cried out mourning the loss the that innocent soul I had just murdered. I let it all out then and I didn't care who was listening. All my frustration, fear, anguish, and rage. I let all these emotion that were toiled up inside spill down my cheeks and into my lap as Asmodeus chuckled behind me.

Author: Thanks for reading. I hope you liked it. Please review and tell if you liked or didn't like it. Anything that i may need to improve on please let me know. Again thanks for reading. I know I didn't explain much about Asmodeus' followers and I will try better in the next chapter. I promise it will all make sense soon. :)