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A small form sat huddled between two gruesome gargoyles, their faces seemed to drip drool. If anyone wanted to look closer, they would notice it was just the rain dripping off the stone fangs. It watched as three figures sprinted into the church, throwing open the large doors. Lighting shot across the sky, and it turned its head, sending cobalt blue hair cascading down its shoulder.

The burst of thunder broke across the silent night, sending the bats that lived in the bell tower flying out into the pitch black sky. It stood up, the wind whipping its blue gown, and a flash of lightning illuminated her face.

It was heart shaped, and she had elegant eyes that sparkled in the brief light. She was slight in figure, and wore a battered steel blue dress that was cut raggedly just below her knees. The white petticoats underneath it poked out and her feet were bare. Small gold anklets glimmered in the swift light. She seemed out of place next to the gargoyles, like finding a rose growing out of briars.

She jumped down from the roof, and landed elegantly like a cat. Her skirt was too wet to actually fly up she landed. It instead fluttered lifelessly as she made her way silently through the doors, and closed them gently, but they ended up making a slamming noise anyway. She hoped they just thought it was the wind. She slipped silently into the shadows, moving slowly like a liquid, or a snake.

From there, she sat down in the familiar room, watching them observe the entry way. She had long since grown used to the fact that it would never look as beautiful as it used to. She stifled a sigh, and resumed staring at her hands, which were clasped around her legs. Her body started to shiver from the cold, and the icy rainwater that soaked her clothing was doing everything but help her get warm. The three talked to each other, but she had long stopped caring.

They lit torches, and she wished she could feel the warmth of the fire, feel it seep into her skin, intoxicating, like wine. She sighed wistfully, and pulled her long hair out of her eyes. The water had clumped her hair together, making her feel like Medusa as they clung to her neck and face. The high neckline made her feel like it she was being choked, but she couldn't do anything about it.

The intruders walked through the next doors, and she followed silently. But the moment she made it in, that feeling of sadness soaked into her skin. It never got easier to see this room.

The two female trespassers shuddered, and the male one muttered to himself as he picked up a chunk of the stone wall.

"I wonder what happened...." He trailed off. The lightning lit the grave up, and the youngest of the group gasped. She looked away, wishing the view away.

"Who died?" the one dressed like a nun muttered, looking at the now dark site.

"My brother..." the girl trailed off, and darted into a nearby room. She had the sneaking suspicion that one of them saw it. Her suspicion was confirmed when the three walked into the confessional chamber. She stayed into the cloaking darkness that filled every little corner, and sighed. The looked around, and in her state of hypothermia caused by the cold water and temperature made her eyes seem heavy. She muttered to herself about cleaning as she felt very absent from her body. One long white hand brushed away a large cobweb, and she didn't even budge when a large spider crawled up her arm, looking again for heat, just like her. She swatted it into oblivion, and noticed that yet again, they were moving. Did they ever stop??

She stood up slowly and watched over the group. They had said something earlier, something about a rat... but she wasn't listening. She was far to tiered to actually use up any energy whatsoever on hearing. What did you need it for anyway??

"Well, let's see if we can find a place to sleep," the nun said optimistically, and she walked through the door.

The girl felt her heart stop for an instant. They were going to find her bedroom, and she knew what would happen. She sighed to herself quietly, and brushed off the wet cobwebs that twined around her fingers onto the rough cloth of her dress's skirt.

The girl decided not to follow them. The corridor was tiny, and even though she was slight in figure, she knew that they would be able to see her plain as day, even in the weak ruddy hue of oil lamps and torches. She slowly made her way out of the room, moving with a liquid like grace, into the ruined main room. She walked sadly through the pews.

In the light of the moon, it would have been easier to mistake her as some kind of weak apparition, like the spirit of the church and how it used to be. Like how it was when the bench in the entrance was still in one piece, and the rooms were filled with love and prayer, and faith.

She let tears ran silently down her face, and she reminisced about a time long gone. Like her, this place was battered, worn, and longing for true rest. She walked over to the rotting podium, and picked up the torn bible. Its text had met water, and became blurred; the pages mostly stained a gray from the ink. A few words stood out, like a last cry for someone to read it. She placed it softly on the ground, looking at it forlornly.

She picked walked over to the only living thing in the room. It was a large rose plant growing out of the broken ground of the church. She walked over to one of its blooming buds, and picked it off its stem, careful not to cut her fingers on the thorns.

To her, it seemed almost symbolic. A rose growing out of stone. Like it was struggling to survive in an environment all but to willing to kill it.

She made her way across the broken side of the building, stepping over the chunks of stone. The girl made her way across the rubble like she could have easily in her sleep. Her gold anklets jingled softly, but even their merry tunes seemed to turn dark and depressed in the lost church.

As she reached the grave, she placed the rose on the rocks, and sighed. Placing one pale hand upon the cross, she began to pray. The wind kicked up, and blew at her with surprising speed. It whipped her wet gown around her body, slapping her legs damply. She sighed, her hair flying behind her, The loose hairs flew across her face, and she didn't even bother to move them away.

"Someday, Brian... someday..." she brushed her hand against the cross' rough grain, and looked up. The young man was staring through the shutters of the old priest's room. Lighting crackled across the stormy sky, and for a brief instant, he saw her. His eyes widened as he tried to figure out what he was seeing.

She darted off, but to him it looked as if she had vanished with the rapid shot of light. Her swift feet carried to her back to the pews, and into the entrance way. She found the rough side of the wall where the bricks stood out, and she rapidly climbed up them, fast and fleet. Another dagger of lightning scarred the heavens as she sat down between the two gargoyles left on the church's walls. She placed her hand fondly on one of the heads, and smiled wistfully at the sky, as if looking for someone, perhaps God.

Gargoyles were made to protect holy lands from evil... it is sad these didn't work... she whispered silently to no one. The voice issuing from her mouth was so quiet that she was almost certain she had just thought it instead, her voice nothing more then her lips soundlessly moving.

She looked down as the last of oil lights were blown out, and the church became dark again. It was the way she was used to it, but it always gave her that feeling of sadness. Like looking at a lost piece of art, or seeing a wedding dress being sold. It was the feeling of a lost dream, one that would never be recovered. That was what seemed to tear at her very soul. Sighing, she shuffled around, pulling the rough cotton shawl she wore closer to her. With no bed, she was now sitting where she would sleep, and she had a feeling she was going to be in for a long, long night.

-There we go!! Chappy 2 is up and ready for your reading pleasure! Thanks to all of you who reviewed, and thought it was good!! I had extreme writers block while writing this, so please forgive me, and the next chappy will be up as soon as I can possible type!! Thanks!! And please review again, or else I won't ever really know just how well I can type, really. Bye.... Why aren't you done yet?? Go! Now! Yes you!! Bye.... Bye... bye... bye... yes, bye now!! Review though... please.... Bye