Disclaimer: I do not own Priest or its characters only my OCs.
Rated: MA
Chapter 7: Conniving Clergy
Back to school as usual. *sigh* Tests, tests and more tests. It is a miracle my computer turned on! So sorry for the endless waiting I know how it feels, I must be a slow typer ;)I do have a lot of ideas for this story so I can't stop the machine now! Lol. I think I scared away all my reviewers with adult content (no worries. mate). Thank you Mythstar Black Dragon ( my fav dragons are black )
Priest had not heard from his brother in quite a while and his thoughts kept returning to that fact every so often. It was not that they kept in touch, but there was always some kind of exchange or gift every once in a while. Priest was proud of his brother's love of inventing, gardening, and philosophy. He would have stopped by, not to visit but to look, if he hadn't been so busy. The decision to visit would be made after this unavoidable reunion with the church was made. Lines crossed Priests face as he neared the church. Lights flashed all around and a huge cross with a circle around it lit up the front of the tallest building in the city. Rats scurried around the wet streets and people were pressed against the side of the road buying various cloths and trinkets. His black cloak fluttered around him when he opened the huge door and started walking to the elevator. Armed guards surrounded him in the elevator, staring at him in disgust. To Priest the guards smelled just as rotten as the elevator he was in and he briefly pinched his nose and held his breath.
The smell made his memory flicker to the past of the clergy he tried time and time again to forget, but not withholding his promise of vengeance for the ones that were wronged. He believed in God so much so that it was to Him that his allegiance lay with. His vows were the solemn truth to him and he would do whatever to hold them up, that is all except for the killing. He never saw vampires as God's creatures so how could commandments possibly apply to him in that department. Those soulless vampires had no emotions (except for anger), no rules (except for the Queen), and no conscience (except to kill).
"Initiate confession sequence. Speak at the tone," a monotone voice sounded from a screen that scrolled through different bible verses.
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned," Priest dutifully spoke.
"Yes, my son?" Orelas appeared on the screen in his dark robes and hooded white hair.
"I had the dream again. I was at war."
"Tell me more."
"We were in the hives, like always. We fell..I wasn't strong enough." Priest bent his head and then looked back up.
"Tell me more," demanded Orelas.
"I have questions, doubts…I want to see my daughter."
"The devil comes in many shapes, the best way to combat it is through personal sacrifice and an honest day's labor," stated Orelas, choosing to ignore Priest's last statement.
"Yes, father"
"Now say three Hail Mary's and four Our Father's; and remember: to against the church is to go against God"
Priest stood up and exited the confession room. He did not want to clue Orelas in on his vengeance. It was worsened at the mention of Lucy, knowing that they would come after her soon. His mind was made up and he was going after the clergy. They never cared about him; he was insignificant who was never favored by God, according to them. He rode the elevator down to the bottom floor and saw a little boy with his mother.
"Did it hurt?" The boy asked shyly; he pointed to the big, red cross that his hood failed to hide.
Priest's blue eyes pierced the boy with all the worldly knowledge he held in them. The boy's dirt smeared face looked back at him in wonder as his mother drug him by an arm out of the elevator.
"We don't talk to Priests," she scolded before the doors closed, blocking his view from them. His next stop was the bar, where an old friend awaited.
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The classroom was stuffy and two of Lucy's classmates looked at each other with as much enthusiasm as a stuffed porcupine. It had been a couple of weeks since Anita had seen her best friend. She felt like she was missing out on something monumental. Sitting in class, she listened to the teacher drone on and on. It would be a week before they could graduate and Anita did not want to listen to her any longer. She leaned over to whisper to Jerry, another one of Lucy's best friends.
"Damnit, she has not been here in at least a week," Anita said grouchily.
"Maybe it is time we visit her house," Jerry said looking around to see if anyone was listening.
All the classmates had wondered why Lucy disappeared and there were rumors that she had been abducted and maybe killed along with her family. There just wasn't any solid evidence and today rumors were going around about the Sheriff of Augustine missing.
"Do you think she got knocked off by vampires?" Jerry asked.
"Heh... If I know that bitch…she has probably been snatched by her undies and put out to dry." Anita couldn't help but snicker at her gutsy comment.
The whole class had heard this and turned, with mortified eyes, to gape at the two. One kid threw out a 'she deserved it' look. All of them visibly flinched as the teacher walked over and slapped Anita's and Jerry's knuckles with her pointer stick with enough force to make them blood red.
"Eyes forward and mouths closed."
Anita shook her hand and stuck her tongue out at everyone. Just like Lucy, she never liked playing by the rules either. She just wanted to smack the teacher for being an overbearing wench, so instead of actually doing it, she pretended to do it when her back was turned.
Looking at Jerry she said, "This sucks. Let's go find that girl. We are not going through anymore of this hell just to graduate without her. After all, she ripped off my homework assignment, stole my favorite romance novel, and you know what, on top of that, she stole my favorite lipstick." Jerry just rolled his eyes, like he was really interested in that. No, he was interested in Lucy. After all, she was the unattainable and so stupid for falling in love with Hicks. Jerry had nothing to offer her, he felt like nobody, and would always be nobody; he couldn't even get Anita's affection for crying out loud. Maybe this was the opportunity he had been waiting for now that, apparently, Hicks was out of the picture.
Both of them stood up, smirked at the idiotic students with their boring lives, and bolted out of the classroom door. They had been longing to do that ever since they had stepped foot on the linoleum tiled, overly churchitized school that smelled of old gym lockers.
They slammed the door so hard on the way out that their classmates jumped in their seats and the teacher scrambled to punch the red button on the wall. Anita and Jerry ran at top speed, away from the school grounds as fast as they could, knowing that they would be chased after in a heartbeat.
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Orelas faced a number of Priests and one Priestess in a spacious, cold side chamber. The Priests formed a crescent moon, facing the Monsignors, heads down. They were alert and ready to carry out his orders. Looking down at them from his high chair, his black teeth flashed as he conveyed words of urgency to the Priests.
"Find the rogue Priest and bring him back to me dead or alive. He is a traitor that defies the church and filth like him should not be allowed to live."
Priestess briefly looked up in surprise. Orelas saw this and noted it with a hard stare.
"I want three of you to disband and find out what you can about Lucy. Bring her to me," Orelas paused, "Alive."
Three Priests branched off the main group and was gone in the blink of an eye. They already were on bikes heading towards Outpost 10 at max speed.
"Maggie" the voice was sharp. She looked around and found none of the other Priests beside her. Looking up at Orelas questioningly, he silenced her before she could say anything. His black teeth seemed to stretch in an endless, deadly smile, crinkling his pale white skin.
"Please stay my dear; we have quite an interest in you."
MUAHAHAHAHA I am really sorry this chapter is short guys. Don't kill me please. More real soon.