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"Does that suck!"

He blinked without speaking and without moving a single muscle on his tall and bulky body. There was a soft whimper from the corner where he has only earlier launched his blessed blade forth. Suddenly he could detect distinct movement. The creature swaggered forward slowly and with strain. A soft moan escaped it and it spoke, "Aw, man, does that suck! Who the hell do you think you are! I mean, Jesus Christ, that was painful! God! Who throws knives at people randomly in a damn Church?" Her voice echoed through the tiny chapel like thousands of bouncy balls bounding and exploding off the walls. The tiny bits of light streaming through the tiny stain-glass windows fell upon the floor as silken veils fluttering to lie on the cold stone. She stepped forward, weakened but gently feminine, nonetheless. As she approached him, the light brushed against her face, a waterfall of red, blue and purple light. Noticing the utter and eery silence, her voice became nervous.

"Uh . . . Was it something I said?" Her voice broke as she lifted her head ever so slightly, so slowly. Her eyes widened and her mouth hung agape as she took in his every detail. The characteristic priestly robe, the glistening cross, the taunt and toned muscles underneath rough flesh covered by the cloth. The strong and stiff arms, the warmth emanating from his entire body encased her in a comforting grasp. His scent . . . ever the same . . . and as she looked up into his face, those eyes captured hers. The green eyes beneath round frames. His manly stubble seemed more trim than when they first met. Even the mysterious scar underneath his cheek seemed familiar. Her lip quivered slightly as their eyes met. Alex looked down on her with surprise.

"Kyla?" He dared to whisper. Are you okay? he thought to ask but didn't manage the words.

She shook herself out of her musing stupor. "Father Anderson," she spoke pleasantly.

"How wonderful to see you. It's been too long!"

"Kyla?"

Ignoring his inner question, she presented him with his blessed blade.

"Lose something?"

He took it in a tight grip. "You . . . " He started through gritted teeth. Tears dripped down his face steadily. "You . . . that demon . . . said he killed you . . . But I suppose . . . since you're still alive . . ."

"Aw, you missed me, didn't you? Can you mourn for the death of a woman such as myself, cold Father Anderson?"

"I can mourn for whomever I choose."

"Ah, but I am different. I am . . . strange . . . different."

Suddenly, he grasped her shoulders, squeezing with moderate pressure. He pulled her close to him and spoke down into her eyes.

"Do not tell me different. You have no idea. Now that you have had an encounter with that DEMON, you know . . . these vampires, abominations of God . . . must be destroyed. I am Alexander Anderson, Paladin Knight of the Vatican's section XII, Iscariot. I extinguish the flames of blasphemous demons. I am a regenerate priest and I slay demons and vampires alike."

"You're in for quite a surprise, Paladin Knight. So do I."

"What?" No calm or composure was left in him to say anything else or to control his response.

"Yep, I fight and kill demons, too," she smirked.

"S-since when?"

"Uh . . . let's see, today is Thursday, so . . . uh, a couple days."

"What? How can you just start to vanquish vampires and demons suddenly?"

"Easily."

"I don't think you're taking me seriously."

"Hell, I'm a convert."

"You can't just be a convert to demon-slaying."

"Yes, I can and I am."

"It doesn't quite work that way."

"It did for me."

"Why?"

"My encounter."

"Your encounter? With the cursed Alucard?"

"Uh, I guess that was his name, wasn't it?"

"So that's what it was. How did you get away from him . . . unless you didn't . . ."

"I put a spell on him," she stated simply.

"What?"

"Yep, I put a spell on him. I am a witch, didn't you know that?"

"A witch?"

"Yep."

"What are you talking about? A witch? You're a heretic?"

"No, I am a witch. My father was a witch. My mother was a common human. It's in my bloodline. I am a witch by birth. All the ancestor and relatives on the paternal genes were pagans."

"Pagans?" He almost spat the word. "I am a Catholic Pr-"

"I know, I know. But Paganism is older than Christianity. Religion even began with it. Ever religion owes its existence to witches."

"I don't know. I know that it was one of the first religions but I'm sure Christianity would still have come if not for Pagans."

"There were other religions before Christianity. Judaism, for example, which also had somewhat Pagan rituals in some inner reaches."

"Don't try to justify your -"

"Listen. We both fight for what we believe in. We both believe in some deity. Doesn't that make us somewhat akin. Even what we both despise is the same."

"Fine. But what happened to you back in the States? You . . . you were injected with the FREAK serum. You should have turned into a vampire."

"My witch's chemistry countered the effect, I suppose. All I remember was praying to God and Goddess to forgive me if it was their will. To welcome me into their Heaven if it was their wish. And then . . . I felt all better. Not on the brink of death at all. Not lethargic, not ill, not any form of discomfort in the slightest. So I am now in debt to my Gods. Now I must make up for my sins by killing demons. Vampires. The unclean creatures that kill the innocent. As a witch, I only live to serve my fellow human. And that's exactly what I intend to do."

"Hmm," Alex stroked his chin slowly as he contemplated what she had said.

"Well, what do you think? Am I a fellow demon-slayer to you, or do you have to kill me for my 'heretic' behavior?"

After a long pause and a deep sigh, Alexander nodded and said softly while looking down on her, "You are indeed a fellow slayer. We shall share the territory of killing the vile abominations of God."

"Thank you, my dear priest." A gentle smile touched her face as she stared at him.

Silence. They both locked gazes for several moments. Daring to move, the hefty priest placed a strong hand on her left cheek.

"I am very happy to see you were spared. I asked God to save you. I see He has. Nothing has ever solidified my faith in the Lord quite as much."

"Why?"

"Well," Anderson's cheeks and the bridge of his nose reddened suddenly.

"Ahh, you're blushing!"

"I never blushed," he asserted.

"Ah! You're blushing! The big bad priest is blushing!" She danced around him with delight.

"I am not blushing."

"Keep denying it. It doesn't make it so."

"Stop doing that."

She kept flailing about and running circles around him like a frantic child. Without hesitation, Alexander grabbed her by the shoulders and held her still, staring into her eyes, smiling gently.

"You're really strange. You must be blessed by God."

"I am blessed with life. I am blessed by God, Goddess and by you. I am the happiness little weirdo alive." She seemed so pleased in herself that Alexander Anderson couldn't help but smile. Breaking from his grasp she then started to run around like an idiot again.

"Hey! Let's kill things!"

"You mean vampires?"

"Yep! Those!"

"Um, all right."

"There's a hell of a one . . . coming . . . here . . . really soon."