Hi. Ok, I know this is controversial stuff, but if I knew it was going to get so many reviews, I would have done it sooner. I haven't gotten a lot of the reviews, actually, I've only gotten two, so I'm not going to say a lot. But shame on those people who have been reading and haven't reviewed up to this point.

ShadowBlaze: Thanks for sticking through with this story, even when it started getting "weird." I guess you are my most loyal reviewer. I've checked and double checked this chapter for spelling and accuracy. I hope you like it.

H2O Angel: Ok, I mostly did this to show just how moral Nana was, but also, it brings up an interesting point. We don't know a lot about Mary Magdalene, or Jesus in general. I guess I was trying to say that anything is possible, and, in case you're wondering for this chapter, the sexual tension was, most likely, really there. I thought it was important to show this, and it's a tragedy, I needed more suffering. And to all others who reviewed, thanks, your input, even flames, is really good to have. On with the show!

They traveled a lot with Josh the Savoir. Some of the group left almost immediately, including Peter and that Mathew. The women and some of the less important men stayed with Josh. Some time later, the twelve returned.

The twelve, or apostles, were Peter, from the field, Andrew, his brother, James, who spoke rarely, John, James' brother, the very large brothers Philip (Phil) and Bartholomew (Bart), Thomas, the smallest, Mathew, the rude tax collector, James bar Alphaeus, who we called Al, Thaddaeus (Thad), the youngest, Simon, the zealous zealot, and Judas Iscariot, who hassled Josh about Nana constantly. It seemed like Judas didn't think a prostitute wasn't a good person to have around if the Romans were after you. Josh thought otherwise.

Many claimed Josh was the messiah, but he never came right out and said it. The twelve and Josh organized many talks about what was right and what was wrong, and love. Most of them ended in miracles. Soon, Nana grew to except that Josh was what everyone said he was.

Nana spent her time either with Josh and the apostles or with the other women. She thought of the women as her mothers and the apostles as her brothers.

They didn't always spend their time at Peter's house. Josh actually had tons of followers all over the country. He had a very rich follower, by the name of Joseph, who lived in Jerusalem. On the last day they were spending there, Josh announced quietly during dinner, "I'm leaving you all tomorrow."

Not a sound was heard afterwards. Peter looked up from his cup of wine. Mathew stopped a crude joke right in the middle. The others looked at each other and Josh. "My father has called me home," Josh continued, then took a quick sip of wine.

"Peter," he gestured at the man to his right, "you shall betray me three times before the cock crows."

Peter laughed, "You can't be serious, Josh. I'd never deny you, my Lord."

The other ignored him and preceded, "Judas." The man sitting half way down the table to Josh's right looked up. "You can just leave now. Go get your pieces." This was the first time Josh ever spoke with venom in his voice. Judas grudgingly got up and stormed out.

After an awkward pause, Josh sighed, "Let's go to the fields and pray." The twelve and Joseph got up and filed out the door. "Not you, Magdalene," he breathed forcefully. Nana stopped in her tracks. Never before had she been denied to follow Josh.

But dutifully she bowed to his will, muttering, "Yes, my Lord."

Josh stilled himself in the doorway. "You don't have to call me that." Then he left. To say the least, Nana was confused. What was going to happen that she couldn't see? She waited until she couldn't hear the men's voices anymore before she began to clear the table. Having finished her chore, she slept.

The next morning, the apostles came home in an uproar, waking Nana up instantly. "What's happened? Where's Josh?" she asked, grabbing Mathew by the shoulders.

Mathew seemed to be the only one who was relatively calm. "They took Josh, the Romans did," at this point, Simon interjected with something about dirty Romans, "to kill him. Peter and Joseph went to see what they could do."

Nana suddenly understood why she wasn't allowed. Josh didn't want her to be hurt in the capture, didn't want her to see him weak. They spent the day together, praying for Josh. We huddled in each other's arms until Peter and Joseph came back, Peter looking ash white.

"He was right," was all he said when asked what happened.

Thankfully, they got some news out of Joseph. "They're going to kill him tomorrow," he stated softly. "Judas has hanged himself." They felt that all hope had been lost.

But Nana had a glimmer of opportunity. After shaking the location of Josh's entrapment from Joseph, she ran out to the stair landing and promptly jumped out the window. She landed perfectly, ready to spring again if needed. Then she ran faster than anything towards the Roman prison. The doors were taller than any man alive, but Nana easily scaled them. She edged her way along the roof, looking in the windows until she found Josh. This was the first time she had used her powers since Egypt.

She called out to him. He looked up, amazed at what he saw, at whom he saw. "Stand back," she called out again. Then, imagining the room below her, she transported herself there. This, Josh didn't flinch at.

"You're a prophet too?" he asked innocently, not knowing what to expect.

Nana laughed, "No, I'm damned to Hell, I'm afraid."

Josh closed his eyes and sighed for a minute. "No you aren't, Mary. You have repented, it'll be all right," he came towards her as he spoke. She took him in her arms and clutched his body to her.

"You do not understand, Joshua," she moaned softly. "I'm a demon, not a prophet."

Josh pushed away, looking startled and afraid. "You've come to tempt me. I know it! You've been doing it since you came!" he shouted, hopefully not loud enough to attract the guards.

Nana put up her hands to quiet him. With one brush over his forehead, he was calm. "I'm not here to tempt you. I'm a vampire, I live off human blood, but I don't kill anyone," she paused for a bit. "I never die, Joshua. I can make you like me. So you won't die." She looked into his large brown eyes. Would he understand and take this as what it was, an act of love?

"Mary, I can't. I have to save mankind," he uttered, obviously still in shock.

Nana nodded her head and looked at the ground. "I knew that's what you'd say. But the apostles are so upset, I had to try."

"It's not like they'll never see me again. I'll be back three days after I die," he mumbled. Nana laughed, then looked down as she flushed with embarrassment. Josh had never been wrong before. She saw Josh's feet move toward her as she laughed. One of his arms linked around her waist as the other hand pushed back her hair.

Finally, she looked up. Josh was very close to her and she was very aware of that. She put her arms around his waist also. Slowly, without word, Josh leaned into Nana's lips, gently leaving a kiss there. The kiss deepened towards passion.

Now they were both moaning and holding each other close. Suddenly, Josh broke the kiss and pulled away, retreating to the corner of the room. "You are trying to tempt me. I will not give in. Never!" he whispered with more force than a wave on the shore.

"Why didn't you let me go to the field with you and the others?" she asked the question that was playing on her mind since it happened.

"Because," he groaned, rocking back and forth with his hands in his hair, "I love you. Who knows what would have happened after they fell asleep! And I know you'd stay awake, you barely ever sleep."

Nana looked down at her feet again, twirling her hands together in front of her. "I love you, Joshua." Then, she transported herself back to the landing at the house.

She sat in the middle of the remaining eleven apostles and cried as they slept, their arms draped around her. Around midnight, Peter woke up and held Nana close to his chest, and lay back down again. With Peter's warm chest beneath her, she fell asleep.