Chapter two! Yay~
and I swear I wrote more this time. I checked. SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. I was at the beach for the last four days, got seriously sunburned. I also couldn't access any WI FI. So, on to the disclaimer:

I DO NOT OWN THE ROBERT LANGDON SERIES.

And here we go...


Chapter two

SILAS'S POV

I'm alone in the main hall when the phone rings. Normally, I don't carry a cell phone, but because Sophie is home alone, Patrick told me that I should carry mine. Pulling it out of the pocket of my robe, I check the tinted screen- and yes, it's her. Pressing the button to accept the call, I lift it to my ear. "Yes?" I say, and hear the 15 year olds bubbly voice respond. "Silas? Hey, it's Sophie." "Hello, Sophie. I take it you're up?" I smile into the phone as I say it. She must have dragged herself out of bed to be up at this hour. "I'm up and moving." I hear her confirm. "I got the note that Father left. He said that I should call to tell one of you two that I was coming." "And are you?" I ask. "Are you kidding? This is the Vatican I've just been invited to. Of course I'm going!" I laugh, imagining her face, full of the same sarcastic humor that's already leeching through to her voice. "And you know the way to the Camerlengo's office?" "Oui," Sophie responds. "Then I will see you soon." I said. "Okay," she says. "Bye, Silas. Be safe!" and with that, she hangs up, undoubtedly already skipping her way to here.

"Be safe." I whisper into the empty receiver. It's what she always used to say to me, and still does. A reminder, a plea, to please, please, sil vous plait, don't go into my room and hurt myself with the Cilice and the Discipline to make myself suffer as He did. It took a long while for the urges, to stop, but they did, finally. Although I do not use the Discipline anymore, I still wear the Cilice around my leg. It is my reminder, ma atonement for what I did in my past. And Sophie isn't scared to hug me anymore. I smile when I think of that. For a long time, she wouldn't hug me, instead opting to touch my arm or shoulder, for fear of hurting me by the scars on my back. One day, I hugged her fiercely, to her delight, and from then on, she hugs me like she does Patrick, which makes me happy. Taking long strides, I turn and head in the direction of the Camerlengo's chambers. I pass several Priests in the sparsely crowded hallways, one stopping to exchange a quick "Hello, Silas. On your way to see the Camerlengo?" in return, I nod, and give him a quick, small smile. The priest bobbles his head absently and murmurs something about getting a coffee before wandering back down the hall. Quickly, I keep moving, moving down another hallway and through an archway before finding his chambers. I lift one pale, strong hand to knock, and have just barely scraped my knuckles on the rough wood before the door's heavy iron handle creaks and it pulls open.


PATRICK'S POV

When I hear the footsteps stop, I'm right beside the door. It's okay, though. I'd recognize that limping, irregular gait anywhere. Gripping the iron handle, I yank until the door begins to swing open. Sure enough, it's Silas, the albino Opus Dei monk that stays with me, and Sophie, too. I smile at him. "Silas!" I welcome him in with a thick Scottish accent. "Father." He replies, the tips of his lips quirking into a rare smile as he saunters into the room. He looks at me with mild amusement. "Sophie called." He said, holding up his silver Blackberry. "I wasn't expecting a ring this early." I blinked at him. "She's coming? She's awake?" He nodded. One hand, stark against the deep brown contrast of his habit, lifted to rub the back of his white hair. I grin at him. "Well, it's alright. I've finished with the work today and the Pope gave me a rest day. I believe his exact words were 'why don't you invite your girl Sophie and that fellow Silas over to keep you some company today?'" I laugh as I think of it. It was kind of him to let me bring them, today. Like a father would allow a son to invite friends over to a house. Silas's face goes grim at the mention of His Holiness. "How is he?" he asks softly, knowing it's a touchy subject for me. And it's no wonder- the pope is ill, and I, as well as several of the doctors, am worried about his long term health. In loss for words, I just shake my head and say softly, "I don't know." To give myself something to do, I move over to a small refrigerator and pull out a bottle of water, lifting it to Silas in a silent offer. "Yes, thank you." he says, so I step back over to hand it to him. Together we sit on a set small sofas in an adjoining room, him on one close to the wall, and I on one to face the door. We keep our quiet discussion going until the phone rings in the other room. Swiftly, I rise, and move over too it, staring at the black device stationed on the desk, labeled only "Pope." My shoulders drop. He told me not to expect any calls today. So that means… swallowing the dread that suddenly crawled its way up from my stomach, I lift the phone to my ear with a slightly shaking hand. "This is the Camerlengo." I said in as calmly a voice as possible. "How can I help you?" "Padre," came the voice, I recognized him as the head doctor for the pope, speaking in rushed Italian. " It is the pope. His Holiness is dying, and he requests you to be there." There is only one thing for me to say. "Tell him I'll be right there. Thank you." Without waiting for his reply, I nearly throw the phone back onto the receiver and whirl to face Silas. His red eyes glimmer in the light. "I'll wait here for her." He promises, and I barely manage to nod before rushing from the room, nearly running to the hospital quarters.

Already, the question is running through my mind.

Who will succeed him?


And so we have the death of the Pope! Sophie's going to show up in the next chapter, and maybe (MAYBE) a Mr. Langdon will also make an appearance. rate, reveiw, See you all soon!