Don’t let the innocent face fool you – GS.

 

While the sibling vampires work out how to spend their eve, after feeding upon Sister Stevie, a young fellow has entered St Luke’s.  Oh he looks like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.  The truth was far more sinister.  With Father Thomas and his trusty sidekick going out to search for the missing nun, it was time for Manny to have some fun.

Scene setting – St Luke’s Cathedral and the Abandoned Warehouse.

Written with Zu and Chor.

 

Zu:

 

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So far, there was nobody to greet him. Whoever owned this place was an asshole, I mean he was only a Vampire. Manny made his way toward the door, which seemed to have some life in it, and Manny could smell it. While he was sure there were people in the church, he wasn’t very experienced in his abilities yet. Still, despite that, Manny was nothing to fool around with. He put on his innocent child persona, as he always did in case he could find some raw meat to sink his teeth into, worked every time. “H-Hello, is anyone here?”he called out sheepily, walking to the actual door like he was going through a bad part of town.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

St Luke’s Cathedral

As Father Tom started for the door, Rufus was one step ahead. He had been keen on Sister Stevie for some time, and as word passed around the church that she had yet to return from picking up cookies at the 7Eleven; the bell ringer went to get the Priest’s kit bag. It was a special bag that contained weapons to be used against the dark creatures of the night. Oh yes, Rufus was Father Tom’s side kick and assisted the Priest in helping hunt down the sinners that plagued the city streets. If one hair on Sister Stevie’s head had been harmed, Rufus would be her champion. Least that is how he liked to think of it. Father Thomas was the real hero….or anti hero. The Priest’s ways were not exactly orthodox. Considering himself to be a modern day Van Helsing of sorts.

The sisters busied themselves with doing the last of the packing up and cleaning the kitchen out as they waited for Sister Stevie to return. All were anxious, as she was the youngest of their sisterhood, and the most likely to come foul of whatever had caused her disappearance.

A voice however was heard at the entrance to the Cathedral, and it was asking if anyone was there.

“H-Hello, is anyone here?”

“Course there is, lad.” Father Tom said gruffly, as Rufus jogged up beside him. The bell ringer noting the small lad at the door. “You’re a bit late for bingo, Son. The nuns have packed up.”

Father Thomas rolled his eyes, but then had a thought and asked. “Have you seen a nun out on the street at all just now? We seem to be down one.” Maybe this lad had passed her by on the way across the street. If he hadn’t, that meant that the Priest and his bell ringer were going to have to go find her.

 

~RB~

 

Chor:  When finished with her snack, Valarie stood gracefuly from her crouch to full height and faced her brother. Her eyes, black alike her soul, rolled back to show her attitude towards his comment. Perverted little fuck. Val ‘clomped’ her way over to him in her slightly heeled and fading black, leather boots.

“You wish; how about we paint the town crimson. I find that’s a much prettier shade of red,” she joked, trailing her nails down his arm before she took his hand. The nun was now a problem.

“What are you going to do with her? Tie her up?” Val asked, head cocked in question with her brows raised. What if by some miracle she regained her strength and escaped, only to tell of them and their nest? Valarie wasn’t that much worried about it htat she would let it ruin her and her brother’s fun night, but it was something that crossed her mind strongly enough for mention. Of course, her brother would be happy to just skip out with a stupid grin on his face, but Val knew better.

Zu:  

St Luke’s Cathedral

“No sir, I have not. I came here to stay for a bit, I don’t know where my brother is and our house is pretty far away. I was hoping I could come in, but if I’m bothering you. I’ll try somewhere else”

The boy’s sweet and innocent voice echoed through to the group of nuns that were huddled around the table to be packed away. Sister Marjorie’s ears pricked at hearing the boy’s plight and picking up the edges of her skirt she rushed over before the Priest could get another word in. The rather large nun, or head penguin as Father Thomas liked to regard her practically bowled the two men out of the way to get right up and close to the young lad.

“Oh, you poor thing. Come…come inside and we can take care of you while Father Tom goes off looking for Sister Stevie.” Before the boy had a chance to say another word, she tried to muscle him past the Priest who was rolling his eyes at her sense of charity. She’d take anyone in, but a boy she could not resist in the slightest.

“Do you know the Lord’s prayer? I do a rather rocking version of it.”

A loud groan came from the other nun’s as they knew that Sister Marjorie was going to be bringing out her guitar and singing….again. Sister Marjorie started to do a dance for Manny and a few of the other sisters got in behind her, to help kill the time and entertain their new guest.

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With the boy out of sight in the community hall part of the church, Father Thomas grabbed his kit from Rufus and urged him to follow the Priest out into the neighborhood. The search for Sister Stevie had begun, but little did he know what….or rather who he had left behind with his nuns. If only he had been more tuned into those he let walk right under his nose.

Rufus waved to the nuns and the lad, before closing the door behind him and scooting along after Father Thomas.

“She shouldn’t be too far….I think we should try the 7/Eleven first.”

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~The Abandoned Warehouse~

“You wish; how about we paint the town crimson. I find that’s a much prettier shade of red.” So, Val was up for some fun this eve. She was certainly dressed to kill, rocking those boots of hers with all the panache and style of a well heeled girl about town. Course, Val was still worried about the nun that they had stashed in the office of the abandoned warehouse. Val would prefer that they killed rather than left one alive with the chance that she might regain her strength and make a run for it. Reece felt they had it covered. His hand taken by his dear sister, he started to swing it back and forth and gave her a cheeky, yet sinister grin. “Val, after both you and I had fed on the girl, do you really think that she is going to be in any state to do the minute mile? Think about it. She’s like half empty pop top. The girl hasn’t a hope in hell of getting the strength to move for at least two days.” This he was practically certain of. Ripping his hand away and then wiping it on his jacket as though it was infectious he gave a light shrug. “All I know, is I am horny and bored. Come on.”

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Not waiting another moment he yanked open the door to the warehouse and strutted outside.

The night was young enough for them to make a real party of it.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Manny’s plan was flowing beautifully, it worked every time. He turned around with his still-innocent face, and smiled a little grin when welcomed by his main course. He walked in with them, and said goodbye to the one that could possibly get in his way. Manny didn’t know anything about the Lord, he didn’t exist. After all, there’s no way that anyone could just be alive like Manny, that makes no sense. He watched his little happy meals dance their stupid dance, sing their dumb songs and his stomach was thinking the same thing he was; feeding time. Manny wasted no time to get to the point. “Hey, I got a game me and my brother used to play. You want to play with me?” he asked, in the most sincere way possible, that childish grin plastered on his face.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

St Luke’s Cathedral

Finishing their song, the nuns were ready to head back to the nunnery, when the boy who had been their one and only spectator asked if they would be interested in a game that he and his brother liked to play. He asked if they would play it with him.

Sister Marjorie saw no harm in it. Father Thomas and Rufus had not yet returned, so they could kill the time on waiting for the return of Sister Stevie by playing along with the sweet looking little fellow.

Leaning over the boy, the nun with a more than ample bosom; smiled sweetly down at Manny.

“What game did you want to play? Hide and Seek?”

She figured that would be the sort of game one could play in a church, unless it was charades. The other nuns crowded around the boy in a circle, waiting to hear what he had to say.

 

~RB~

 

Chor:  Val, still the slightest bit unconvinced, shrugged. It didn’t matter really. She’d never cared much before, why bother now…

“Alright, alright; you’ve won. Let’s get out of this shit-hole. I want to breathe in the night,” Val replied to him, sucking in a stagnant breath of the stale and filthy warehouse air. The nigth held possibilites Val couldn’t even imagine. Her brother and her always got in the best kinds of trouble and always came home knowing they’d satisfied themselves.

I’m horny and bored. Val shook her head and followed her brother. Always the sex addict. Her hair blew fiercely as he thrust open the heavy rusted door as the wind surged in from the pressure difference.

 

Zu:  

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“Hm, something like that. It goes a little something like this! With that, Manny chomped down on the fresh meat that was too eager to be slaughtered. Before another one could get away, he grabbed her with only one hand, by the throat, and took a bite out of her too. If they thought they could escape, they should think again. Manny would be too fast for them, should they try to leave. This was even better, as there was no interference for anyone, or anything. He went one at a time, the sounds of death-deafening screams filling his ears like music. This is what he lived for, this was his normal.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

St Luke’s Cathedral

Like penguins with their feet tied together…it was hard to outrun the short stack vampire on crack. Manny had tricked the nuns into thinking that this innocent face wanted to play a children’s game. No, he wanted to commit foul murder and feed on the hapless sisters till not one was left standing. Try as they dare to find an exit, there was no outrunning Manny. He was simply too fast for them. Blood letting of the worst kind. Nun’s with great gashes out of their necks, falling like flies. Deathly screams ringing out, while the savior stared down at them from the window panes, unaware that they were all to join with him in heaven much faster than anticipated.

From the outside of the church, you could only see the shadows of running nuns and then they would fall prey to the kid like vampire.

It was like something out of a sick horror movie, and the one person that could have saved them, was out searching for Sister Stevie. What would happen on his return to find his beloved nuns eaten alive?

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The last nun fell to Manny’s brutal attack, her gurgling cries soon silenced as the look of death now stared from her face. Body after body was strewn all around the church. Helter skelter, no mercy had been shown.

 

~RB~

 

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