Night 8

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I haven't been doing much for the past 2 days other then wasting my time watching some TV. One can only be entertained by TV for so long however. Later tonight, Anna was home without my notice. She had informed me that I was going to Mass with her today. I shrugged and put on my best gear. When Anna had emerged, she looked as if she was dressed to kill. Her velvet dress fit tightly on her, defining her perfect features completely. I followed her out the door and hopped into the car. I couldn't help but stare at my sire. I wondered if she knew if my prying eyes were undressing her. If she did though, what would she do? Heh. It's useless trying to stop. Just go with it.

Soon enough however, my ogling time has come to a halt as we stop at a dingy looking church. There's a dim light too dim for humans to see but bright enough for other Kindred to see. Anna opened the metal gates and just as we stepped through the courtyard, a church bell from across the town sounded 12 times. It was midnight. As we entered the congregation, the Beast was gripped with fear and with it, I too. The Beast sensed far too many predators that were of higher stature then it. But I knew something like this was to be expected so I controlled my fear and with it, the Beast. Soon Mass had begun with the Bishop emerging fully garbed in red robes and the infamous golden claws and mask. Around him were 4 acolytes garbed in black robes. One of them was the elderly woman. The other was that crazy BDSM guy who messed up Anna's face and backside some 10 days before. Another was an elegant Ventrue type guy and the last one was a mysterious Nosferatu. The Bishop did the entire Mass in Latin, surprisingly. There was a lot of emphasis on blood, punishment, and revenge did I caught? The Mass was about to end but before we were to be released, there was one more item on the list to cover, the Eucharist. What could it possibly be? 2 of the acolytes went somewhere out of sight and soon emerged with a gagged and bound woman. Good God. The Bishop said some few good words and brought out a chalice and 2 gilded bowls before beginning. He used his golden claws to tear open her clothes. Under normal circumstances, I may have approved at the sight but this was too horrifying for anything else to matter. He said more prayers and then lifted his mask only so his mouth was seen and took a sip from the woman. She moaned under the gag with a mix of pleasure and pain. The same was repeated with the 4 acolytes. Finally, the Bishop began to scrape her front side, arms, legs, back, and face. She was held up by 2 of the acolytes and blood flowed freely into both bowls. For a good 15 minutes she bled until there was no more. She only died about 3 minutes into the draining process. Then, Bishop Laurence bade the laymen to rise and receive the literal cup of blood. As I stood in procession, I had wondered if this was right. The bowl was in front of me. Should I take it or not? I didn't know the victim of if she had committed and crimes that would have justified her fate. I'll lament later. I shouldn't interrupt the ceremony even if I do disagree with it.

After all of the congregants have taken their fill of the blood, the Bishop had bade us to go to do the holy work that we are damned, cursed, and fated to do from now until the time of the Apocalypse. I sat in the pews, deep in thought. Had I done the right thing? What was she here for? I still wasn't grasping too clearly the fact that I'm supposed to be the God monster sent as a divine instrument on Earth. The horror had still lingered, bringing up my human morals which still clung on to me tightly even in my undeath. But as if she read my own thoughts, she responded with, "Do not feel guilty, for that woman murdered her own 3 children." I looked up from my lamentation. She did? Is this my dreadful work for God? I asked her, "If that is so, then I have done nothing wrong." Without glancing at her, I said, "Tell me. Is this how the knights who slaughtered countless of Muslims felts during the 12th Century?" I glanced at her and saw a smile on her face. I knew her answer. I stood up finally and said, "There is nothing more for me to say. I have done no wrong tonight. Let's get outta here." Soberly we returned to the car and drove back to the haven.