Author: Little Ventrue
E-mail: little_ventrue@darksites.com
Disclaimer: Character Angel, Cordelia and Wesley are owned by the Mutant Enemy,the WB, Joss Whedon etc...Other characters are mine..and mine alone.
Distribution: Just ask!
Author's note: First of all, English isn't my native language. And secondly I belong to the
Envangelical Lutheran Church, and I don't believe in what is written in the Bible. I believe in God, in my own, maybe sick, way.
Author's note2: If you want to know more about what happened or will happen to Peter, I'm ready
write more, just mail me.
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The Holy Sacrament
"Father Ryan...please. I'll never ask anything from
you again."
"Child, come back in the morning. There will be a
church service, and there you will get the Holy
Sacrament."
"It's too late then. Please, listen to a dying man's lst
wish."
Father Ryan watched the young man infront of him.
Father knew him by the name of Peter. Peter had been
a member of this parish for ten years. For the past
couple of years Peter had patricipaited in almost
everything the church had offered. In Father Ryan's
opinion, he was a good man.
"Father Ryan..?!"
Peter changed his foot. He felt uncomfortable in the
church. The Crusifix he had earlier loved, made him
feel...sick.
"I will do it. Come this way."
Father Ryan lead Peter to the altar and vanished
himself to the back room.
Peter kneeled in front of the altar and felt shivers
going going down his spine. He wanted to run, run
away from God's watchfull eyes.
In his little scared mind, Peter cursed the woman he
had met last night. Whatever she had done to him, he
didn't want it. He had woke up in strashcan, behind
the church. Weak as he had been and was, he had
crawled to the church. Father Ryan had been there.
It was a torment to see Father Ryan for the first time.
He had wanted to rip his throat open. For while he
had sat on a bentch. His skin was cold, he was cold.
He didn't need to breath, but he still tried. His heart
was silent. He was dead.
One in a while, he could feel a sharp pain inside of
him, like someone was ripping his soul. It felt like his
soul wanted to leave this body. He didn't want it to
leave. He feared he'd become something totally
different.
Father Ryan came back. With him, he had the
sacramental wafer and wine. He blessed them and
gave them to Peter. He didn't dare to touch them and
Father put them in front of him. The he blessed Peter.
"In the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost."
He made a sign of cross.
Pain struck Peter to the chest. He bowed his head, the
pain lasted some time. He felt his face change. Sharp
eyeteeth scratched his lower lip. Father Ryan
heartbeat banged loudly in his ears. He repaired
himself and took the wine goblet.
The door opened. Angel watched the church. He
really didn't want to be here, but Cordelia had had a
vision and Wesley wasn't at the office. There was a
young man kneeling in front of the altar. He ahd
bowed his head. Father looked at him. I wasn't
wanted here. This was a private ceremony. Angel
began to walk closer.
The Crusifix hang high on the fall and Angel wanted
to hang there (and not to drop on him). Father came
behind the altar towards him.
God must be laughing, two vampires in a church and
the other is kneeling before him.
Father stopped Angel before he was able to reach the
young man.
"How can I help you?" The young man winced.
Angel observated the Father, he was somewhat
scared. Maybe the young man had revealed his true
nauture to the Father, maybe not.
"I'm here to talk to him." Angel finally answered
looking at the young man.
The man who came was different, Peter could feel it.
He wasn't human. He was dead, like him. Was he
here to get him? Was he here to take Peter back to the
woman, who had done this to him?
"Wait here, until he has had the Holy Sacrament.
Then if he wants, you can talk to him."
The Holy Sacrament?!?! He was having the Holy
Sacrament. Is he nuts?...Maybe...Maybe he
wants to die?
Peter took the wafer in his other and rose. He wanted
to cry. The pain ripping his soul had grown. The
wafer bourned his hand. Peter turned and saw the
man.
"I will not come with you!"
The young man had revealed his true nature. Father
stumbled back and made a sign of cross. The young
man was holding a gobled and a wafer, what seemed
to burn his hand.
"I'm not here to take you with me..I'm.."
Angel didn't get to finish his sentence, when the
young man tossed the wafer in to his mouth, quickly
followed by the wine. The gobled dropped to the
floor.
The wafer burned his tongue and the wine burned as it
flowed through him. The pain gathered around his
chest, just in the same spot as the pain ripping his
soul.
Peter's world changed to red and a humming sound
filled his ears. His legs failed and he fell to the floor.
Angel watched as the young man's face turned to
human and a scream escaped his lips. He fell to the
ground. Father had fallen to the ground and was in a
shock. His eyes staired to nothingness and his hands
had seized over his cross.
The young man stayd on the floor. Angel leaned over
him carefully. He was awake and his heart was
beating. He had become human again. This isn't what
Cordelia had seen in her vision. Maybe is entrance had
affected somehow the young man.
Peter looked at the man leaning over him. He could
feel his heart beat, he had a need to breath. He was
alive. But the man leaning over him wasn't.
The man rose, backing away from Angel. He was
scared, scared of him.
"Go away.. . .. You unholy being!"
Angel gave a quick laugh.
"Harsh judgement coming from a man , who just a
minute ago, was one himself."
The young man backed all the way to the altar.
Sadness swept over Angel. True, one minute ago the
young man had been a vampire and the next he was
human. Human, that's what Angel wanted to be.
"Would you like to tell what happened?"
Peter made a cross of his hands. The creature wanted
to know what happened, for what, to rip his throat
open next minute.
"I'll take that as a no."
The creature lowered his gaze and walked out off the
church. Peter signed in relief as the doors shut. He
was alive again. Peter sat down, leaning to the altar.
What had the creature wanted with me. Was it here to
take me back to the woman? Or wanted it to kill me?
Peter shook his head.
Why was he so sad?
E-mail: little_ventrue@darksites.com
Disclaimer: Character Angel, Cordelia and Wesley are owned by the Mutant Enemy,the WB, Joss Whedon etc...Other characters are mine..and mine alone.
Distribution: Just ask!
Author's note: First of all, English isn't my native language. And secondly I belong to the
Envangelical Lutheran Church, and I don't believe in what is written in the Bible. I believe in God, in my own, maybe sick, way.
Author's note2: If you want to know more about what happened or will happen to Peter, I'm ready
write more, just mail me.
-----
The Holy Sacrament
"Father Ryan...please. I'll never ask anything from
you again."
"Child, come back in the morning. There will be a
church service, and there you will get the Holy
Sacrament."
"It's too late then. Please, listen to a dying man's lst
wish."
Father Ryan watched the young man infront of him.
Father knew him by the name of Peter. Peter had been
a member of this parish for ten years. For the past
couple of years Peter had patricipaited in almost
everything the church had offered. In Father Ryan's
opinion, he was a good man.
"Father Ryan..?!"
Peter changed his foot. He felt uncomfortable in the
church. The Crusifix he had earlier loved, made him
feel...sick.
"I will do it. Come this way."
Father Ryan lead Peter to the altar and vanished
himself to the back room.
Peter kneeled in front of the altar and felt shivers
going going down his spine. He wanted to run, run
away from God's watchfull eyes.
In his little scared mind, Peter cursed the woman he
had met last night. Whatever she had done to him, he
didn't want it. He had woke up in strashcan, behind
the church. Weak as he had been and was, he had
crawled to the church. Father Ryan had been there.
It was a torment to see Father Ryan for the first time.
He had wanted to rip his throat open. For while he
had sat on a bentch. His skin was cold, he was cold.
He didn't need to breath, but he still tried. His heart
was silent. He was dead.
One in a while, he could feel a sharp pain inside of
him, like someone was ripping his soul. It felt like his
soul wanted to leave this body. He didn't want it to
leave. He feared he'd become something totally
different.
Father Ryan came back. With him, he had the
sacramental wafer and wine. He blessed them and
gave them to Peter. He didn't dare to touch them and
Father put them in front of him. The he blessed Peter.
"In the name of the Father, Son and the Holy Ghost."
He made a sign of cross.
Pain struck Peter to the chest. He bowed his head, the
pain lasted some time. He felt his face change. Sharp
eyeteeth scratched his lower lip. Father Ryan
heartbeat banged loudly in his ears. He repaired
himself and took the wine goblet.
The door opened. Angel watched the church. He
really didn't want to be here, but Cordelia had had a
vision and Wesley wasn't at the office. There was a
young man kneeling in front of the altar. He ahd
bowed his head. Father looked at him. I wasn't
wanted here. This was a private ceremony. Angel
began to walk closer.
The Crusifix hang high on the fall and Angel wanted
to hang there (and not to drop on him). Father came
behind the altar towards him.
God must be laughing, two vampires in a church and
the other is kneeling before him.
Father stopped Angel before he was able to reach the
young man.
"How can I help you?" The young man winced.
Angel observated the Father, he was somewhat
scared. Maybe the young man had revealed his true
nauture to the Father, maybe not.
"I'm here to talk to him." Angel finally answered
looking at the young man.
The man who came was different, Peter could feel it.
He wasn't human. He was dead, like him. Was he
here to get him? Was he here to take Peter back to the
woman, who had done this to him?
"Wait here, until he has had the Holy Sacrament.
Then if he wants, you can talk to him."
The Holy Sacrament?!?! He was having the Holy
Sacrament. Is he nuts?...Maybe...Maybe he
wants to die?
Peter took the wafer in his other and rose. He wanted
to cry. The pain ripping his soul had grown. The
wafer bourned his hand. Peter turned and saw the
man.
"I will not come with you!"
The young man had revealed his true nature. Father
stumbled back and made a sign of cross. The young
man was holding a gobled and a wafer, what seemed
to burn his hand.
"I'm not here to take you with me..I'm.."
Angel didn't get to finish his sentence, when the
young man tossed the wafer in to his mouth, quickly
followed by the wine. The gobled dropped to the
floor.
The wafer burned his tongue and the wine burned as it
flowed through him. The pain gathered around his
chest, just in the same spot as the pain ripping his
soul.
Peter's world changed to red and a humming sound
filled his ears. His legs failed and he fell to the floor.
Angel watched as the young man's face turned to
human and a scream escaped his lips. He fell to the
ground. Father had fallen to the ground and was in a
shock. His eyes staired to nothingness and his hands
had seized over his cross.
The young man stayd on the floor. Angel leaned over
him carefully. He was awake and his heart was
beating. He had become human again. This isn't what
Cordelia had seen in her vision. Maybe is entrance had
affected somehow the young man.
Peter looked at the man leaning over him. He could
feel his heart beat, he had a need to breath. He was
alive. But the man leaning over him wasn't.
The man rose, backing away from Angel. He was
scared, scared of him.
"Go away.. . .. You unholy being!"
Angel gave a quick laugh.
"Harsh judgement coming from a man , who just a
minute ago, was one himself."
The young man backed all the way to the altar.
Sadness swept over Angel. True, one minute ago the
young man had been a vampire and the next he was
human. Human, that's what Angel wanted to be.
"Would you like to tell what happened?"
Peter made a cross of his hands. The creature wanted
to know what happened, for what, to rip his throat
open next minute.
"I'll take that as a no."
The creature lowered his gaze and walked out off the
church. Peter signed in relief as the doors shut. He
was alive again. Peter sat down, leaning to the altar.
What had the creature wanted with me. Was it here to
take me back to the woman? Or wanted it to kill me?
Peter shook his head.
Why was he so sad?
