Hello everyone! Sorry this chapter took a little longer than I expected I got a bit of writer block. I have so many ideas but I do not know where to stick them all! XD

So in the next few chapters we will be focusing a little more on Avery and how she is getting on after the battle of London. I hope that is OK. We will be expanding on her backstory a little and will be seeing much more of Iscariot. :) Please let me know what you like and what you would like to see me include.

To everyone who has inboxed me and left reviews you are my favorite humans ^_^ and I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

NQ

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Chapter 18: Torment my soul

3POV

Seras sped down the corridors of the Hellsing Manor; she was a woman on a mission. She had woken up from a deep sleep, yet again she had been irritated by the spirit of her gun. She still did not completely understand how that even worked. Shaking her head as she carried on down the dark corridors; she had learned not to question the small things in life anymore. After all everything she thought she knew to be true was only one side of the story. She never thought monsters were real and now she was a fully fledged red eyed, bloodsucking vampire, it still shocked her occasionally.

As she walked down the corridor she came across the blonde haired werecat she had been searching for. Smiling to herself she approached the two males who were sat around the table. The two sat in their new clothes, no longer dressed in their Nazi uniforms they had been given a choice on what to wear, Schrodinger has chosen to wear a pair of black pants and a yellow shirt and suspenders.

The captain who had now been revealed to be called Hans Gunsche sat in the opposite chair from the in a black vest and jacket with the Hellsing Logo on the chest with a pair of black jeans and brown boots. Seras blushed slightly to herself as she looked over at the taller man, he had hidden quite body under his old coat. Even if he was totally silent all of the time she found him quite attractive. Now she was able to see him it was something she would be more than happy to see more of.

Shaking herself from her thoughts she approached the two males who turned to look at her. She felt the gaze of the Captain burn into her skin as she addressed the two men.

"Hello Schrödinger, Mr Captain." Seras chirped happily as she pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Ah good evening Miss Seras" The blond boy chirped back happily to the young vampire. He was always so happy, an eternal child it seemed.

The Captain nodded in response to the greeting but then stood up and excused himself from the table and left the room.

"Does he ever talk?" Seras asked sarcastically as she scooted her chair towards the younger man.

"He does talk just not a lot…" He replied with a smile. He knew she wanted something he had done enough tasks for people in the last fifty years; he knew when someone was prying for an opening.

"I need to ask you a favour" Seras breathed out in defeat as she brought her hands forward and crossed them on her lap.

"Anything Miss Vampire" The young boy said happily as he began to swing slightly on the chair.

"You can transport anywhere can you not?" Seras asked as she began to play with her nails.

"Yes, I can be everywhere and nowhere all at once." Schrödinger replied happily as he disappeared from his chair and reappeared behind the young woman.

"Wonderful, I need you to take me somewhere" Seras asked, her voice turning serious all of a sudden causing the younger boy to straighten up a little. "Oh where would this be Miss Draculina?"

"I want to go back to where we left Avery….I-I want to make sure her body is not laying there rotting. It's the least I can do; we can give her a real funeral. She deserves that much." The young vampire said sadly as she took a deep breath.

"I am sure she will be ash by now Miss." Schrodinger replied apathetically. He had seen the fire that set London a blaze, he also knew the power of the reactor, the two in combination would have destroyed anything that remained in London. "Also, Miss Hellsing has forbidden us from making ourselves known to the public, we are supposed to be dead you know?"

"I still want to go…" Seras replied as she looked up at the young man in front of her who let out a large white toothed grin and nodded gleefully.

"Very well, we will leave tomorrow night if you would like."He said happily as he patted the vampire on the shoulder and led her out of the room.

"That would be wonderful Thank you Schrödinger"

3POV

A week had passed since the episode in the hospital, Avery had been brought to the orphanage by the Bishops orders; she had been sedated quite heavily for the last few days and remained in a small windowless room in the lower levels of the church. The perfect place for a demon in their opinion, she may have been human in body but in her mind she was still very much a dangerous demon. They would take no chances; under Andersons orders Avery had a small chocker around her neck, an electric shock collar.

It kept her in her room, she still had full movement but there was no way she would be able to leave the room without an escort. If she went somewhere she was not supposed to she got a shock to the neck. It may have seemed harsh to outsiders but she was a former demon and the priest was not taking any chances especially after her episode in the hospital. He had over fifty young children living in the orphanage and he was not going to put them in danger for the sake of one woman.

As the newly evolved human lay on the stone floor she looked over at the wall, her thoughts kept going over the battle of London, she was begging to place all of the events together. Her thoughts ripped themselves away as the sound of the keys at the door. This was familiar to familiar as she started to shake her mind flashed and sent her back to her days in the Asylum, where she was kept in a dark damp room, chained to the walls – the only sounds to be heard were those of the warden.

Oh God. The Warden. No!

Anderson POV

It had been a few days since I had visited the former demon who now resided in the basement. I must admit I was torn to make a opinion of her new human form; in one respect she seemed totally human but when she was not heavily sedated she would lash out and hurt people around her. She had beaten two of the housekeepers this week; she was full of aggression which reminded me that under her human appearance she was still a lost twisted soul that had lost sight of God. She was still dangerous.

As I walked to her room I heard screaming coming from behind the door. As I hurried to unlock the door I found the redhead writhing on the floor, screaming in fear. I did not understand what was happening, was she possessed? She was crying out in fear, tears streaming down her face, she must have fallen off of her bed whilst she was sleeping.

As I moved over to her and tried to pick her up and place her back on her bed her eyes snapped open and she let out an almighty scream and began lashing out at me again.

"Get off of me!" She screeched as I dropped her onto her bed, only realizing at this point that she was in her nightclothes which the nuns had brought for her. Modest though they were it was improper for a Priest to be in any woman bedroom let alone when she was in her private evening wear. Blushing slightly I tried to hold her arms down as she continued to flay her limbs around in a state somewhere between alert and dreaming.

"You are fitting woman!" I said louder than I would have liked to causing her to stir from her strange sleep like state, as she stared blankly into the distance. She looked very scared and distressed at whatever had just happened. Night terrors? Can demons get night terrors? I mentally kicked myself as I tried to repeat to myself that she was a human now. That would be something I would need to work on. My hatred for the children of Satan ran deep, if this woman was truly saved by the Lord I would need to work to accept it and not hold a grudge it was not a Christian thing to do.

"W-wha…What is going on? Alexander Anderson why are you in here? Why are you pinning me to my bed!? Get the fuck off of me your pervert!" She blinked and then shouted as she put pieces of the puzzle together in entirely the wrong way. Quickly dodging a punch from the redhead I let go of her and stood up brushing off my jacket as I realized how bad this was looking.

"Woman it was nothing like that, you were fitting and screaming so I came to check on you and you were on the floor so I put you back in bed…I wasn't trying to…" I tried to explain before the woman could question my chastity and motives. I felt my face growing red as the mental images popped into my head of what she must have thought I was planning on doing to her. I am not a monster I would never force myself upon a woman like that. Then it dawned on me that she was not in fact angry but scared, I had never seen a demon scared before…

As she shook her head and tried to wake herself up properly I took a step back and handed her a robe to put on to cover her modesty. She raised an eyebrow and took the robe and wrapped it around herself. Muttering a comment about how her modesty was joke.

"I guess it helps that I am not a ten year old boy…What do you want Anderson?" She muttered as she stood up from the bed to face me. "I will ask again what do you want Anderson?" She said coldly all traces of the fear she had moments before had disappeared and the cold hard exterior of the hardened demon returned.

"Have you eaten anything?" I asked her trying to change the subject. We had been leaving trays with meals on them outside her door but she never touched anything, I could see in her face she had lost a little bit of weight not a lot but the lack of food was starting to become a problem. "You need to eat that's why you are feeling as bad as you are" I explained to the redhead who sighed and shook her head.

"I thought I was feeling as bad as I do because I got stabbed in the neck…and now you have me collared like a pet cat." She commented dryly as crossed her arms across her chest.

"Well yes, that too." I admit as I scratched my shoulder. This was an awkward situation for the both of us; in most cases when we came face to face we were trying to kill each other in any way possible. She was no Alucard but I still had the burning desire to stick something in her and hear her cry out.

"I can't feed from people anymore" She said as she rolled her eyes. She was still not getting the point about being a human again. How long had it been since she was human, since she ate anything?

"I mean human food and drink…" I shot back dryly as the woman grimaced and sat back down on her bed.

"No, I can't ingest human food. Next idea?" She asked sarcastically.

"You are human now you need to eat human food and drink or you will die." I said plainly, I was not going to sugar coat her humanity. If she didn't do it right she would be dead.

"…or I wont die as I never seem to be able to die…" She retorted dryly. She seemed less than bothered about her mortality. I guess once you have been stabbed in the neck and then failed at killing yourself all in one week you would become a bit numb to it.

"Enough of that talk now, the Lord did not save you and grant you back your soul for you to kill yourself."

"What do I care what God wants?! When has he ever been there for me? Fuck him!" She growled as she stood back up and faced me.

"Now you listen to me! You will not blaspheme in front of me do you understand!" I shouted back at the woman who chuckled and glared into my eyes. She was unnerving me, she looked slightly off, a little bit insane would be one way to describe her eyes. They seemed to focus on me and then glass over as if she was not looking at me at all; it was off putting to be honest.

"What will you do Priest kill me? Go on, I won't stop you. Please put me out of my misery." She purred at me, the look in her eyes almost begging me to kill her.

"Anger does not produce the righteousness that God desires" I repeated to out load to the woman. Furrowing her brow she looked at me with confused eyes, huffing she addressed me once more.

She groaned and rolled her eyes as she leaned against her bed frame. "My mother used to do that. Randomly quote scripture, she was fucking mad to." She growled at the mention of her mother. I would not take a genius to see there may have not been the best relationship there.

"There is peace in the word of God" I confirm proudly. I was a firm believer in the power of the word of God. This heretic may not be willing to believe it yet but she would soon enough.

"There is also bullshit in the application of the word of God." She snapped at me causing me to grind my teeth a little. People knew better than to slander the word of God in my presence I have cut heathens down for less.

Deciding it was not the best time to be losing my temper I took deep breath and scratched the stubble on my chin. "There can be at times, people misunderstand the message…" I try to make myself sound as calm as possible, she wasn't buying it. Evangelizing to an ex demon, this would be the hardest thing I have ever tried to do in the name of God.

Avery POV

I had enough of speaking to this religious lunatic. He was not my ally or my friends, I had saved his life once yes but that was no reason for him to keep my locked in an orphanage in Rome. Why didn't he just kill me? It would have been easier than locking me in the room like new pet, I already had a nice new collar thanks to the Judas Priest. I was not going to forgive that easily.

"Was there something in particular you wanted Alexander Anderson or are you standing in my room for the fun of it?" I growled up at the blond priest. He was taller than I remember, maybe in my human form I was not as imposing, either way he stood a good two heads over me now. I had to completely tilt my head back to look up at the man which was starting to become irritating, I was used to looking down at my victims.

"I was checking up on you, you are under my protection whilst you are in Rome." He sighed as he explained, he seemed more pissed off about that fact than I was. I let out a long belly laugh as the priest frowned and crossed his arms. I held onto my stomach as my cackles echoed throughout the room. Alexander Anderson the Bayonet Priest all powerful demon killer of Iscariot was going to be playing babysitter to me! An ex demon-human monster that still has loyalties to his sworn enemies. Oh this was going to be hilarious.

"Under your protection? I bet you are fucking loving that!" I cackled as I try to control myself. I could feel him getting more and more flustered, he began to crack his knuckles and snarl at me as I pulled myself together once more.

"It's not ideal I admit but the Bishop said…." He tried to explain through gritted teeth as I laughed. He was more against this arrangement than I was.

Anderson POV

She was laughing at me. This demon harlot was laughing in my face and laughing at the Bishops orders. She was a tormenter; although she looked human her mind was still completely warped. She was still dangerous; a killer wrapped up in the skin of a lamb there was no denying in certain lights she looked as innocent as any maiden in the church but behind her eyes there lingered a quiet rage that shook me to the core. Foul broken creature, thou are not one of the beloved children of the Lord.

The creature stopped laughing abruptly and moved closer to me, I could feel her breath on my neck as she looked up at me, her blue eyes piercing holes into the back of my mind. She took a hold of her night robe and slowly pulled at the collar, my heart stopped for a moment as I tore my eyes away from the demon. She chuckled slightly as she motioned to the collar on her neck; I let out a deep sigh of relief. I had thought she was attempting to remove her robe entirely but I was wrong thankfully. I lifted up a silent prayer to the Lord in thanks that he maintained my virtuous mind.

"How does keeping this collar on me protect me?" She spoke darkly as she looked up at me. We had placed the collar on the woman in order to keep her under control whilst she settled into her room. She had been lashing out at anyone who came close to her; the collar was one way I could be sure that she would be sedated before she killed any more of the staff.

"That is to protect the children that live here." I answered as I straightened myself out; looking down at her I noticed a slight sadness fill her light blue orbs. I thought back to the battle of London. The creature had sobbed at the mention of children, of her daughter to be specific. Had I touched a nerve with the heartless creature?

"You bastard! I would not hurt children I am not that kind of monster. I have never ever hurt a child!" The woman growled as she glared at me. Her blue orbs piercing their way into my mind, blinking hard as I collected myself I grinned evilly; I had indeed touched a nerve. Now it was open I could play with it.

"I can't believe that in your time as a demon you have not killed a child." I snapped towards at the enraged woman who became very quiet. Looking down at the floor she took a deep breath before raising her eyes to lock with mine once more, a new look had appeared in her eyes she had a cold serious air about her now. She moved closer to me, I could feel her breathing down my neck which sent electric pulses up my spine; her voice became cold and dark as she spoke up at me.

"Well you better believe it. I have killed as a demon and as a human; I have never been shy about admitting it. Do I enjoy killing? Yes of course I do. It gives me pleasure; you should know you have killed enough people on your crusades Father. With that in mind make no mistake; I killed those who deserved it. I brought vengeance to those who needed it. I have killed, I have killed hundreds of people: murderers, adulterers, abusers, rapists….even the odd perverted priest…" She said as a sadistic smirk started to form on her face. There was no doubt about it; she was still a monster, even if a monster was dressed as a human. A monster shall remain outside of the Kingdom of Heaven.

However, I was taken aback by the way her voice changed, to a sincere almost offended tone. "I am a monster, we both know that I do not deny what I have done but I have never nor will I ever hurt a child." She spoke quietly as she stepped back.

"How can I believe that?" I spat.

"You can't and that's fine I am not asking for your belief. Just know that not all demons are mindless fucking ghouls, some of us had and will have a code of conduct. It may shock you but there are things out there that are worse than me and worse than the vampires you have fought. Not all of us are as evil and corrupted as your church and your bible paints us to be." She stated as she leaned against the wall next to her.

"Don't try and enrapture me with your words demon, I have seen evil and I know what it looks like. You may have the form of a maiden but you are a harlot of Hell none the less!" I hissed back at the woman. She was good; she had been playing me since I walked into the room.

"You will have a fucking shock when you see real evil then Priest; a big fucking shock indeed." She laughed in my face as she turned to walk over to her bed once more.

"God will be with me then regardless."

"Yeah, I thought that once to. He never turned up when I needed him. Fuck your God. He is no better than Satan himself at least Satan gave me the chance to do something!" She answered coldly.

In one swift movement I had grabbed a hold of the blasphemous woman and pinner up to the wall, as I dug my nails into her skin I expected her to have a look of fear or anger but she was completely calm, she was smiling at me.

"And so I tell you, every kind of sin and slander can be forgiven, but blasphemy against the Spirit will not be forgiven." I growled as I dig my nails in harder. "You blasphemous whore! You deserve death!" I spat at her causing her to laugh and smile at me, it was a genuine smile I looked down at her completely puzzled.

"I want death! Go ahead and do it Judas Priest! Kill me go ahead!" She laughed, I was snapped out of my rage when I felt blood soaking into my gloves. Looking down I had dug my nails far too deep into her arm, I had left her with bruises and broken skin. I forgot that her body was no longer impenetrable, she was human and honestly she was quite delicate by human standards bruises had already started to form on her inner arms where my fingers had wrapped themselves tightly around her skin.

"…you seek death; you torment me to induce my wrath. I will not be fooled by you demon!" I breathed out as I released her and stepped back looking down at my now blood stained gloves. Her happy smile morphed into a psychotic rage as she lunged at me and began punching me in the chest, she was not strong enough to do any damage but she was giving it a good go.

"Why won't you do it? You coward, you are a fucking coward!" She screamed out as she punched into my chest, she was becoming hysterical as she lashed out at me, I could see tears forming from her eyes as she tried to make me lash out at her. I would not be used as her puppet, it was the Lords wish that she live so live she shall weather she likes it or not.

"I will not let you die here, that is not the Lords plan. Even if I would take such pleasure in hearing you cry out in death. I am a mere servant of the Lord, I will not raise my blades in service to your own needs demon." I shouted back as I held her arms next to her to stop her lashing out. She was now pressed against my chest glaring up at me in rage.

"You coward! You think it is alright to hold me prisoner here but not to kill me?" She hissed as she struggled to get out of my grip.

"You are not a prisoner; you can leave whenever you want. I just thought you would want somewhere to stay considering there is no place in the world for you now!" I snapped back at her as she looked away from me. That seemed to get her to calm down, she stopped lashing out and just stood there as I still had her pressed up against me. She began to shake as tears fell from her face. "Where would you go if we released you? All of your loved ones are dead; you are not even a demon anymore. So please tell me where you actually fit into this world?!" I growled down the woman.

Realizing immediately that I may have crossed a line; she looked up at me her blue eyes brimming with tears; her face all flushed and puffy from the tears which threatened to fall. For a moment she looked so vulnerable, so innocent I could almost forgive her for her sins; I was snapped out of my thoughts as she spat in my face and pushed herself off of me. Fucking satanic harlot!

"Get out you bastard!"

Avery POV

I stood there as rage filled my body, that fucking Priest had taken it too far. He was right I had no one left if they were dead…I was alone again….No no this was not right. It didn't feel right. They were not dead I refused to believe it. The Hellsing members were strong a little fire wouldn't have hurt them. Holding in a sob I bit down on my lip to stop myself from crying. I would not cry for people that were still alive. They were not dead to me until I come face to face with their bodies. I refuse to believe their lies.

As I sat down on my bed I caught site of myself in the mirror. The realization hit me, I was human again. This was it now for me. I would have a few decades left at best and then I would be dead and gone. No more long years and youthfulness, I was going to get old. I was going to become a hag. I always shocked myself when I saw my reflection now; it was not the person I was used to seeing looking back at me. It was the body of a psychotic woman I had erased from existence over 300 years ago.

Thinking on my loved ones at Hellsing, there was no way I could return to them now, even if they were alive and well. They would not recognize me; they would see me as a stranger Walter would see me as a stranger. There was no hope there anymore, I would grow old and frail and then I'd die. I might as well stay away and save them the problem. Walter would be alright without me. He is strong; he will get over me in time. He is handsome he will find a new mate…they would not love him as much as I do but they'd be there forever like I couldn't be. Ironic really that we spent thirty years arguing about his mortality for me to become mortal and have him join the dark…I wiped away a tear as I tried to sort my thoughts out. I had returned to my real human form not the enhanced demonic human form I used to take. He would pass me by in the street and I would have to get used to that…it's best to just keep the memories after all a demon can't love. It is only lust...

As I fell onto my bed I tried to stop the tears from falling but my body betrayed me; I sobbed into my pillow and released all of my pent of emotions from the last 30 years; slowly I felt myself fading into a deep sleep where their faces haunted me. It was time to say goodbye, the Hellsing Organization was in the past they could move forward and not have to depend on a human to slow them down. It was better that way for everyone.

3POV

The following morning at the Hellsing Country Manor was a rather tense morning. Seras Victoria and the werecat Schrödinger stood to attention in their Master's office. Their little outing to the City of London had not gone unnoticed and Sir Integra was not best pleased.

"Seras, Schrodinger you both went directly against orders to show yourself to the public, we are currently presumed to be dead. Your little outing could have put our plan in jeopardy!" Integra shouted as she from her office chair, she had been working so hard over the last week to form plans with the remaining members of the British Government. Hellsing members were now deemed to all have been KIA, the leaders had thought that to be the best course of action for now whilst the fog cleared and London began to rebuild itself.

Seras stood at the other side of Sir Integra desk, she looked sad. They never came across their friend's body and they had decided that she had in fact been burned and her ashes had self scattered around the remainder of the city."I am sorry Sir Integra I just wanted to see if Avery's body was left…" Seras began to explain sadly but was cut off by Integra picking up the house phone and calling all members of staff to the room.

"Walter, Alucard, Captain I want you all in my office now!" She barked as she let out a long sigh and fell into her chair running one hand through her long blonde hair. Her arm was still in a cast healing from the fracture Walter had given her.

Seras and Schrödinger gave each other a small look of worry as their colleagues began entering the room. Alucard and Walter fazed through the walls whilst the Captain strode in and place himself between the two in the centre of the room.

"My master what is the problem?" Alucard asked as he looked at his dishevelled Mistress. With a long groan she pushed herself up out of the chair once more and moved to stand opposite the group of non-humans.

"This needs to be addressed now; I can't let this continue for any longer. It is causing too many issues." Integra began.

"What are you talking about Sir Integra?" Walter asked his tone was bored, he no longer spoke with the polite flair he once had, his depression had started to eat away at his kindness. He also looked dishevelled, his suit looked smart but his overall look was ruined by his messy hair, his ponytail was loose and hair was left hanging in front of his face. He also had his sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a cigarette hanging from his mouth.

"I am talking about the fact that my core team are acting like a bunch of children!" Integra snapped back coldly to her butler who took a long drag of his cigarette and looked down at the floor.

Sir Integra felt bad for the butler it was ripping him apart inside but they had to all move on now. It was time..

"Listen to me and listen well. Odette Avery is dead, she is dead and she is not coming back. I understand how much she meant to each of you. I really do, she raised me from a baby I know what it feels like to mourn her loss but we are the Hellsing Organization. We have lost members before; we can't keep on going about like this. She will be missed greatly, we will always remember her but we have important matters to deal with. We will not be put back by this loss, we have a victory we beat the Nazis the cost was high I know it was but we can't just give up now. We have more enemies to fight. If you feel that the loss of our beloved Fury means you can no longer do your job here then I ask for your resignation. We are the Hellsing Organization, we endure and we survive at any cost. We shall no longer speak of Avery it is done she is gone. We must move on and do our duty to this country. Do you all understand?" Integra spoke out to her team. All of which nodded in agreement, Seras wiped away a few tears and Walter did not make eye contact with anyone, he just bowed and took longer puffs of his cigarette his heart growing ever harder as the images of his beloved Fury came to his mind. Alucard has dealt with death so many times before this was not really something new to him so he stood in silence with the two new recruits; they all bowed in acknowledgement to their Mistress.

"Very good, now Captain, Walter we have a mission to discuss."

3POV

The tiniest slither of sunlight broke through the door of Avery's room. Staying in the basement rooms meant that she was constantly wondering what the time was. The redhead was broken from her dreams by the sound of someone banging at her door. Blinking slowly and cursing under her breath she moved to get out of bed shivering as the cold air hit her naked body. Avery was never a fan of sleeping in clothes she felt they were far to constricting, now she was human her senses were all messed up.

As she reached to open the door she peaked through the hole in the door Alexander Anderson stood on the other side of the door; he stood holding a tray with some food on it.

Avery POV

Alexander Anderson was at my door again, what had I done to deserve this kind of treatment? I felt excitement wash over me. I had a revelation of my own. I wanted to know how long it would take before I could break in the virtuous Alexander Anderson. I knew he had a temper and was a man of God, dedicated to the extinction of all manner of demon, surely ex demons like myself qualify for that treatment. If he was not going to let me kill myself then I would have to get him to kill me and what better way to do that than to press every little button I knew someone of his standing would have. The Catholic's have so many dirty little secrets I would be an insult to my demonic background if I did not take my time here to mess with a few heads. That was my calling after all a Fury is a tormentor. I may have lost my powers but I had not lost my tact. I would just need to adapt a little, adapt and survive until it was time not to survive anymore. Let the games begin.

I looked up at my robe and decided against it, opening the door slightly I used the door to cover my modesty, the wooden panel was pressed up against my body more than enough skin was showing as my quartet of my naked form spilled over the side of the door. So the priest got a eye full of hip and side breast nothing to much but enough to mess with his head a little.

3POV

The Judas Priest was not expecting the site which greeted him from behind the door. His eyes widened slightly as she pressed her body up against the door. He could see the outline of her breasts waist and hips which had spilled over the side of the door.

"What do you want now?" She asked groggily as she held the door in place. The Priest swallowed hard as he recited the Lord's Prayer in his head. Lead me not into temptation, lead me not into temptation, lead me not into temptation.

Raising her eyebrow the redhead chuckled at the speechless priest, it was clear he was not used to seeing a half naked woman. Avery wondered to herself if he had even seen a naked woman at all, he was a priest after all. Chastity was one of their claims to fame. Was Father Anderson a virgin? Avery smirked to herself as she made a mental note to find out the answer to that question one day.

"…Mornin' erm…food…please could you…just…" Anderson spoke out as he tore his eyes away from the woman in front of him. He felt is face growing red with a combination of rage and embarrassment as tried to focus on something other than the unwelcome feelings stirring on his insides. Lead me not into temptation, lead me not into temptation, lead me not into temptation.

Anderson had taken the pledge to the church in his early twenties; he had maintained his modesty for the Lord throughout his time at the church and the arrival of one demon temptress was not going to change his virtue. As he turned back to look into her eyes he noticed the bruises which had formed on the inside of her arms, they had now turned blue and yellow and crept around from her armpit to the tops of her elbows. Mentally castigating himself for doing that much damage he made a mental note that next time he would go more gently on the heathen. It was Gods will to keep her alive, so he assumed that it was also Gods will to keep her intact.

"You alright there Father?" Avery chuckled. "Shall I take that tray?" She asked as she went to pull back the door to uncover her body fully, Alexander moved quickly to place his foot between the door hinges in order to keep it jammed half closed and to avoid the situation which could follow.

"Cover yourself Harlot! I am a man of God!" Anderson snapped as he looked away from the door still holding the tray in his hands. Avery chuckled to herself as she went to collect her robe from behind the door. She knew she was messing with the poor priest but she needed to do something to pay him back for being a prick to her last night. She knew the fact he had caught a small glimpse of her naked body automatically made him a sinner; he would have to go to confession and spend time doing the Hail Mary's until he was sin free once more. That was good enough for her for the moment.

"I will put my robe on wait there…" Avery chuckled as she disappeared into the darkness of her room once more; opening the door with her modesty now covered by her brown robe she turned on her bedroom light and summoned the priest into her room.

Sitting down on her bed once more Anderson set the tray down on the bedside table and took a deep breath before addressing the former demon.

"I have come to apologize.." He tried to say through gritted teeth. Avery looked up in shock. "I'm sorry…I-I went too far...you may be a heathen and a harlot but I acted in anger which was unholy. I have prayed on it and I offer this as my apology." He spoke out in one breath, seemed heavily rehearsed and it was clear it pained the priest to apologize to such a creature.

"You are apologizing? Well fuck me I didn't think I'd see the day a catholic apologized to a demon!" Avery chuckled as she looked up at the Priest who grimaced at her comment. Humility he knew, it was part and package of being a Priest, being humble in front of a demon…not so much, not something he ever thought he would have to do and he hated the position he was in. It was enraging and embarrassing to him and to the church.

Avery turned to the food which was sitting by the bed, picking up a slice of toast and giving it a funny look before smelling it. Human food has a strange aroma to it now; it no longer smelt like rot. It actually smelled kind of good which shocked her.

"It's toast lass…" Anderson commented sarcastically as the woman stared at the piece of bread. She looked like the Priest had just handed her the body of a dead baby…thought he did not know if that would be more appetizing to someone of her 'background'.

"Yeah I gathered that much…" Avery snorted as she placed the bread back onto the plate and turned her nose up.

"You need to eat human food now and drink the water it has been a while since you came off the hospital fluids you will get ill." Anderson ordered as he handed her the plate once more. Avery groaned a little as she looked up at the priest who was stood there looking smug.

"I would rather not, it hurts to eat human food….demons can't…" She began to protest as the smell of the bread filled her senses once more causing her stomach to churn slightly, she had not eaten human food in centuries and the last time she had tried to eat human food she vomited blood for a good hour. Not an experience she was willing to go through again.

"You are not a demon now lass…you are human and you need to eat" Anderson prompted once more.

"But it hurts…" Avery began before being cut off by the priest who had grown tired of trying to be nice. He helped feed the human children at the orphanage and some of the picky eaters would eat better than this woman was.

"Just try it. I can't leave you be until you do. You are acting like a toddler just eat the damn thing." He snapped at the woman who sighed and shot him a disapproving look.

"Jesus you are persistent Anderson!" She growled as she went to take a small bite.

"Say Grace" Anderson ordered before she took the bite. Avery was not at all amused by that order; she would not be praying before she ate, she would not be praying at all. Not for him or for anyone.

"Grace!" She shouted sarcastically giving the priest a smug smile.

"That's not what I meant…" He growled back at the redhead. Who had now placed the bread back on the plate once again.

"I don't pra.." She began to explain before she was cut off by the Scottish priest who had broken into prayer much to her shock.

"Bless us, O Lord, and these your gifts, which we are about to receive from your bounty through Christ our Lord. Amen." He spoke loudly as the redhead looked on with a combination of shock and disgust.

"Wonderful now can I kill myself with this bread?" Avery commented dryly as the priest finished his monologue. As he nodded she brought the bread up to her lips and took a small bite. The bread was dry and tough; the butter was salty and did not sit well in her mouth. It felt like she was chewing on cardboard that had been dipped in the ocean she was not a fan.

"Jesus Christ that is horrible!" She exclaimed as she spat the bread into a tissue.

"Don't take the Lord's name in vain!" Anderson snapped annoyed at the constant profanity that fell from the woman's mouth.

Anderson POV

This woman was impossible; she was acting like a damn child. She sat on her bed with the piece of tissue to her mouth as she emptied the contents of her mouth into the paper. I turned away slightly as it was not an attractive thing to watch as she spat the food out. Clearly human manners are lost to her.

"Just try it again you may like it after the shock" I offered up the idea in hopes she would at least try to eat.

"No, I tried it I don't like it, it tastes bad in my mouth!" She whined, what had happened to the rage filled monster from the night before. The woman who sat in front of me was acting like an immature brat and it was getting on my last nerve.

"Just try it once more woman!" I snap as she jumps a little causing me to smirk and her to snap back that she would not try anymore of the toast.

"Ok, well then try the mousse then…it's sweeter" I sigh as she picks up the brown pot and looks at me expectantly.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Are you going to burst into prayer again?" She asked me sarcastically causing me to grind my teeth together. She was the most trying creature I had ever met. I had spoken to her about four times in all our encounters and now more than ever I wanted to smash her head in with the wooden tray. Demon scum!

"No…just eat the mousse heretic" I growled out as the woman chuckled and dipped her spoon into the chocolate pudding. She began to rant and protest about how it would be no different than the toast, she took a mouthful of the mousse into her mouth and swirled it around her tongue before swallowing.

"…ok, this is actually pretty good…damn it!" She grumbles as she took another spoonful of the brown mixture and licked it off of the metal spoon.

"Ok, we can establish you like chocolate." I mutter sarcastically as I watch the redhead quickly scoop up the remaining pudding.

"They never had this kind of food when I was human before…" She commented excitedly as she took spoonful after spoonful of the mixture into her mouth. I smiled for a moment as I watched the woman eat; she was acting like a child that was trying their first ice cream. "The last time I tasted human food was in 1614…it wasn't the best…slop mostly nothing like this!" She exclaimed as she scrapped around the tub making sure she got the last drops of mousse.

"1614? That would make you nearly 400 years old?" I asked as I made the calculations in my mind. Math had never been my strong point, I much preferred to read. Avery nodded at my comment and took a small sip of the water. She braced herself to choke but nothing happened, her body allowed her to eat human food for the first time in centuries.

"Do you have any more burning questions for today priest or can I be left in peace?" Avery sighed as she placed the pot back onto the tray and stood up from her bed walking over to her wardrobe.

"One last thing before I go, here take this." I handed her a small leather bound bible. She took a large step back away from the holy book she was completely repulsed. I thinks she would have rather been handed the insides of a puppy.

"You have got to be kidding me….A fucking Bible really Anderson!?" She snapped in disgust as she avoided the book. Grabbing a hold of her hand I slapped the book onto her palms causing her to wince and grimace away from the book.

"I want you to read it." I commented casually as I watched the woman's expression go from disgust to horror to anger back to disgust again as she held onto the book like it was a dirty tissue that didn't belong to her.

"I have read it, I grew up in a Catholic household…I know the damn Bible" She muttered as she placed the bible on her bedside table. Her comment shocked me; she was a Catholic, a child of the Lord? This demon, this harlot the heretic was once one of God's beloved children. "You grew up Catholic?" I had to ask again I could not believe what I was hearing.

"Shocked? A Catholic became a demon." She chuckled as she walked past me pulling out an outfit from her wardrobe; there had been a donation of clothes to the church which we had given to the young woman. Of course she said she hated each item but it was those dresses or she would walk around naked and as much as she did push for that option we thought it best to avoid such scandal in the orphanage.

"Why is it those that hate demons actually know so little about them?" Avery commented dryly as she set out her clothes for the day on her bed. I began to silently pray to God that she had the decency to wait for me to leave before undressing.

"Look woman, just read it again it may speak to you more nowadays." I snapped at her as she sat back down on her bed.

"I doubt it…" I heard her mumble as I turned to leave the room. I chuckle slightly as I remember the main point of this visit. She was not going to be at all pleased. How wonderful!

"You will be attending church this morning. Mass begins in an hour." I said as I made my way to the door. Bracing myself for impact of some kind I chuckled to myself as I heard the woman let out a gasp of horror and jump up from her bed placing herself in front of me blocking my exit.

"No! No way! Uh-uh Nope! I will not be fucking doing that for neither love nor money." She exclaimed breathlessly as she blocked the exit.

"You don't get a choice. You're coming to church. End of discussion." I retort with a smug smile. It was my turn to make her feel uncomfortable, who did she think she was; I was old enough to know how to play this woman's games.

"I will just burst into flames…" she exclaimed as she looked at me with worry. I couldn't help but let out a deep laugh as she woman blinked a few times and closed her gaping mouth.

"Well we shall just see if you do wont we…" I chuckle as I try to move around her. She moved with me refusing to let me leave.

"I need to go, I have preparations to make. It's not every day I have an ex demon at my church." I chuckle as I moved her aside.

Before I could leave the room I felt a hand on my shoulder motioning me to turn back round. Avery stood there with a pensive look on her face with her arms crossed. She sighed and finally began to ask the questions I had been waiting for since she arrived here.

"Ok, you have asked me questions all morning. Here is my question for you Alexander Anderson. Why did you bring me back here? I am a demon, or an ex demon. You could have left me to die in London that would have solved all the problems but you didn't a seasoned demon hunter and if I am mistaken a man who held a person vendetta against me and my kin – why on God's green earth did you decide to bring me back here?" Taking a long breath as she finished she looked up at me expectantly, her question was expected but not in such a direct way I took a moment to think back on my reasons.

"During the battle of London, you saved my life and I asked you the same question. It's an eye for an eye. Don't think on it too much." I replied as I recalled the moment in London where she saved my life, the creature that stood there encased in flame and the human woman who stood before me could not be more different.

"That's not cryptic at all…I knew I would regret saving you…like I said then, you have a bright soul. I do not, I don't even have a soul and if I did it would be rotting at the core by now with the things that I have done." I frowned slightly at the womans harsh comments on herself. She was under no impressions that she was anything less than a monster. I admired her honesty about herself but it was also sad to see how far a child of Christ had fallen.

"So if you are under the impression that you and your papist friends are going to miraculously change me into a servant of your God and I will one day wake up and not be a twisted soul then you are very mistaken." She spoke sadly as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Your soul is in the hand of God. Neither you nor I have any control over it now." I spoke as our eyes met once more.

"There is no power in heaven or hell that can change what I am, I may be human now but I will never change. I will never not be a creature of death; you have brought me into the very heart of your precious church. Do you really think having someone like me here will not poison your church for the inside out? Are you that naïve priest?" She said coldly as she stared at me, her eyes not moving from mine.

"Aye, I am well aware of what you are and what you are capable of. I have seen it but you have never seen the almighty power of God. He can transform you in ways you have never even dreamed of, you wait and see." I frown as she scoffs at my comments; she had no faith in the Lord, whatever had happened to turn her into a monster had taken her faith from her.

"You are a heathen, a harlot and a torment but you can be saved. You told me in London to not give up on my humanity, I am returning the favour and I will help you find yours. The rest I leave up to God." I spoke gently as the redhead's face changed from anger to shock to a strange look I did not recognize.

"You are delusional Anderson" She muttered as she looked away from me.

"Perhaps but it's worth a shot isn't it." I chuckled as she moved away from the door and picking up the clothes from her bed.

"I need to get dressed if I am coming to church so could you please leave, unless you plan on watching me undress and for that I suggest a few extra Hail Mary's to clean the mental image from your mind." She purred as she began to undo her robe. My eyes widened and I turned to face the door as I heard the robe hit the floor moving quickly to leave. I hear her chuckle. Unholy harlot!

"I shall not be tormented by the likes of you. Just get dressed and for the love of God wear something modest!"

^_^ Hello there! Thank you for making it through that! I hope you enjoyed it please leave a review of the chapter if you have time it helps me plan the next one! I want to write what you all like.

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