Okay I've decided, after so much wonderful encouragement and a few threats
of devil dogs (lol) to write story to go with A Demon Went to Church on
Tuesday. I might make this a little longer depending on the type of
response I get to it. I still toying with the plot, so it's all kinda up
in the air. If you have any suggestions please don't be shy to share them,
I love to hear what others think! I hope you enjoy!
*/blah blah blah* means thoughts
* I don't own anyone so please don't sue me*
The oak doors stood forebodingly before her. Ingrid sighed, pushing them open slowly, so not to make too much noise.
* I can do this*
Looking around, the church appeared to be dim and vacant, as usual. Going thru her routine, she blessed herself, then placed a few bills in the poor box before making her way towards the roped off stairway leading up towards the balcony. Ducking under the threadbare velvet rope she ascended the stairs, she smirked to herself as she skillfully avoided the creaks in the old wood.
Ingrid had taken up jogging as a way to stay in shape, and would from time to time visit the church while on her run; days when she could drag herself out of bed she would go in the early morning. Giving and indignant sigh, she reached the first landing.
* Coming here in the morning is what got me into this mess in the first place!*
Ever since last summer she made it a point to run in the morning. She felt silly and would never admit that she most likely had some sort of unhealthy obsession; but "he" had intrigued her. She would come hoping to see him or at least hear him. He mostly spoke heavily accented English, but occasionally slipped into German. Her visits where short and sporadic, but she would always go up to check if he were there.
* Today is going to be different,* she vowed to herself subconsciously climbing the stairs a bit quicker. She even dressed up, well somewhat, a plain skirt, a black t-shirt and her hair in a quasi-neat bun.
* What the hell am I doing? *
She stopped now having a clear view of "him." Kneeling down in a pew, his head was resting on oddly shaped intertwined hands. His tail, constantly moving, flopped back and forth. Peculiarly tinged blue skin, blurred him in the darkness of the parish. Briefly closing her eyes, to get past these "oddities," Ingrid made her way towards his pew.
*I'm gonna die.*
Panic mounting up in her she almost fled, but it was too late now, she was too close. Deep in thought he had not realized he was no longer alone.
Swallowing the rising bile from her nervous stomach, she sat down about a yard away, staring straight ahead at the alter.
Now obviously aware of her presence he gasped looking at her. Rubbing her clammy palms on her lap she faced him.
* It's now or never*
"H-hhhi." she stuttered giving a weak smile.
.
*should there be more? You tell me, just click that little button in the bottom left hand corner of the screen!* I gave her a name, yeah Ingrid is a little old school but I like it.
~Nitey
*/blah blah blah* means thoughts
* I don't own anyone so please don't sue me*
The oak doors stood forebodingly before her. Ingrid sighed, pushing them open slowly, so not to make too much noise.
* I can do this*
Looking around, the church appeared to be dim and vacant, as usual. Going thru her routine, she blessed herself, then placed a few bills in the poor box before making her way towards the roped off stairway leading up towards the balcony. Ducking under the threadbare velvet rope she ascended the stairs, she smirked to herself as she skillfully avoided the creaks in the old wood.
Ingrid had taken up jogging as a way to stay in shape, and would from time to time visit the church while on her run; days when she could drag herself out of bed she would go in the early morning. Giving and indignant sigh, she reached the first landing.
* Coming here in the morning is what got me into this mess in the first place!*
Ever since last summer she made it a point to run in the morning. She felt silly and would never admit that she most likely had some sort of unhealthy obsession; but "he" had intrigued her. She would come hoping to see him or at least hear him. He mostly spoke heavily accented English, but occasionally slipped into German. Her visits where short and sporadic, but she would always go up to check if he were there.
* Today is going to be different,* she vowed to herself subconsciously climbing the stairs a bit quicker. She even dressed up, well somewhat, a plain skirt, a black t-shirt and her hair in a quasi-neat bun.
* What the hell am I doing? *
She stopped now having a clear view of "him." Kneeling down in a pew, his head was resting on oddly shaped intertwined hands. His tail, constantly moving, flopped back and forth. Peculiarly tinged blue skin, blurred him in the darkness of the parish. Briefly closing her eyes, to get past these "oddities," Ingrid made her way towards his pew.
*I'm gonna die.*
Panic mounting up in her she almost fled, but it was too late now, she was too close. Deep in thought he had not realized he was no longer alone.
Swallowing the rising bile from her nervous stomach, she sat down about a yard away, staring straight ahead at the alter.
Now obviously aware of her presence he gasped looking at her. Rubbing her clammy palms on her lap she faced him.
* It's now or never*
"H-hhhi." she stuttered giving a weak smile.
.
*should there be more? You tell me, just click that little button in the bottom left hand corner of the screen!* I gave her a name, yeah Ingrid is a little old school but I like it.
~Nitey