A few dead penguins – GS.

 

Leaving the boy behind with the nuns was a very bad idea.  Father Thomas and Rufus were in for a terrible shock.

Scene setting : St Luke’s Cathedral – Gantz series.

Co-written with Zu.

 

Zu:  

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Finally, after things had settled, Manny left himself on his knees, a large and sinister smile on his face while looking up at the portraits of baby Jesus, the man who could not save the nuns devoted to his lifestyle. All he could do was laugh: laugh at their pathetic lives before his arrival, laugh at the establishment he ripped through, laugh at the thoughts that could run through the others who had left the women to their deaths. He found it funny, bone-chilling good. When his laughter died down, he just got up without even thinking, let alone speaking, and walked off with a dead-serious expression on his face. He’ll leave this mess for God’s children to clean up.

 

Razorbackwriter:

After an exhaustive search that had seen Father Thomas and his trusty side kick Rufus come up empty handed in trying to find Sister Stevie – they were on their way back to the Cathedral. Slowly walking along the now empty streets, Rufus was sucking on a blueberry slurpee, while his boss, Father Thomas was muttering to himself. How could a bloody nun just vanish like that? All she was to do was buy a packet of cookies and bring them to the church, but she couldn’t even get that right. Rufus, who had bought his slurpee in the 7 Eleven that Sister Stevie was meant to go to, had asked the Indian shop keeper if he had seen the nun. No one in a nun’s habit had been seen in his shop that night, but the footage on the surveillance camera did show her walking past over two hours before. So…she had been on the street, and then simply vanished. This was partly why Father Thomas was so cross. His skills at apprehending and sending evil doers onto God, were something of underground folk lore. He considered himself to be a modern day Van Helsing. He just didn’t look as hot as Hugh Jackman, and he also had a nasty temper.

As Rufus tried to keep up with him, he asked. “So why are we going back to the church? Why not try the east side? Maybe she went to stop in at the homeless mission?” This was a good reason, but still didn’t add up. Father Tom was just about to enter the cathedral gates, when he noticed that the nun’s van was still parked out the front. They should have locked up and gone back to their home hours ago. The door was partially open, but….there was no sound coming from within. If they were still there, surely they would be able to hear them. Rufus bumped into the back of the priest, spilling some of his blue slurpee on the ground.

“Ugh..” He started wiping the ice cold drink off his jacket, while Father Thomas was pulling out a gun and holding it in front of himself, as he crept slowly towards the open door. Glancing up and seeing the priest go stalking up to the church, Rufus scampered along behind him – his shoes making a din along the leaf and snow covered ground.

“You going to go in armed? You might shoot a penguin.” Rufus whispered in a hushed tone, as Father Tom brought his finger up to his lips to make the bell ringer shush.

Creeping ever closer, the Priest pushed the door gently as he dared, but it still make a rough squeaking sound. Someone should really oil those hinges. Rufus poked his head in behind the Priest only to see a sight that had him instantly throwing up and gagging from the shock.

The nuns…every single one of them had been slaughtered. Like lambs….their bodies covering each and every pew. Blood splattered on every wall, every statue – even the pulpit. Glassy eyed women staring out at the void. Their lives lost so horribly.

 

“Oh…. my ….God.” Rufus stammered, while the Priest slowly lowered his firearm to his side. Rufus wiped the blue coloured vomit from his lips and staggered about, turning and bumping into body parts. His eyes wide as plates as he looked up at the Priest for answers.

“Father….they all been butchered.”

“I can see that.”

“But….what did this?”

As Father Thomas turned over the body of Sister Marjorie and stared at her bloody face, the Priest gave his answer.

“A vampire…laddy…….the little shit we left ‘ere.”

 

Rufus gasped. He remembered the boy that the Nuns had said would care for him. Could a little boy do all of this? It was hard to believe…murder on this scale done by one so young.

“No…would have had to have been a heap of them, Father. One child can’t do all this.”

Taking out his flashlight, Father Tom turned it on and pointed it to the floor, where you could see a trail of small bloody foot prints heading for the door. Father Tom looked at Rufus’s shocked face and added …“No? Think again, laddy. That face was not so innocent after all.”

The pair just stood there in the middle of the horror scene. First Sister Stevie….and now all the nuns. The devil must be dancing over this….

“What are we going to do?” Rufus said, his hands now trembling from the fear and shock. The boy could be watching them from the shadows.

“Hunt the little fucker down.”

~RB~

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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~

 

Pure Blood – GS.

 

Following on from “A Nun’s Habit”, the Nuns start to worry about Sister Stevie, unaware that she has fallen into the clutches of the Hatchett Twins.

Scene setting – St Luke’s Cathedral & the Abandoned warehouse

Co-Written with Zu and Chor.

 

Zu:

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The smell of blood had filled the air, but only those with a heightened sense, such as Manny, could feel it rush through his nostrils. “I have no idea how many are dead, or alive, but I’ll take what I can get” Manny was standing in front of the church’s gate, looking at the quiet church in front of him. His kind wasn’t too fond of churches, as they were considered holy. Of course, there wasn’t much to fear as holy men and women had no divine intervention to help them with their troubles. Manny had once prayed to God, but it feel on deaf ears; it’s why he is where he stands today, dead and hungry. Manny stepped through the gate, making his way inside. There was someone here, but not anyone he can recall.

 

Razorbackwriter: The last of the bingo prizes were being handed out to the winners that attended the Friday night bingo session with Father Thomas. The sisters were helping with the tea and coffee, after having come back late from their trip to the children’s hospital. As the last of the elderly ladies were getting their cups of tea, Sister Mary Maxine was looking anxiously out the side door. Sister Stevie, who had gotten off the bus before reaching the Cathedral had not yet appeared with the packets of cookies that she was supposed to be getting. Wringing her hands, and taking one last look out the door, she made her way over to Sister Marjorie, who was helping stack away the chairs. Sister Mary Maxine coughed slightly, with her fist up to her mouth, to get her Mother Superior’s attention.

“Sister Marjorie….I worry for Sister Stevie.”

“Why is that, Sister Mary Maxine. Is she not back yet?” Sister Marjorie was in the middle of placing up one of the last chairs, and was not looking at Sister Mary Maxine directly. “No…she has not come back.” Sister Mary Maxine was now truly worried. It had been nearly forty five minutes, and this was most unusual. The convenience store was not even a ten minute walk. Tutting under her breath, Sister Marjorie wiped her hands upon her skirt and then grimaced as she saw that many of the bingo regulars were starting to leave. “Do you think we should be worried?” Sister Mary Maxine asked. Thinking for a moment, Sister Marjorie made her suggestion. “She might have stopped to help someone in need. It’s in her nature. If she doesn’t show up by eleven o’clock, we alert Father Thomas.”

“Alert me about what, Sisters?’

Father Tom was standing right behind the two nuns, and his silent approach followed by his queries had them both jump. Sister Marjorie placed a hand to her chest. “Oh…it’s probably nothing, but Sister Stevie has not returned to the church after we dropped her off to get some cookies for the supper.”

The Priest narrowed his gaze, then glanced towards the open doorway. He could have sworn he saw a shadow move and so he excused himself from the two sisters, and started for the door.

~The Abandoned Warehouse~

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Reece was dragging the nun’s unconscious body across the litter covered floor of the warehouse, leaving a trail of blood in it’s wake. Normally, Reece killed his victims outright, but for some reason he wanted this one alive. Reaching a dirty mattress in the office at the back, he lay Sister Stevie down and then reached for an old blanket to drape across her. Stepping back, he ran his tongue across his bottom lip – tilting his head as he admired her sweet face.

“You have no idea how delicious you truly are.” this was said almost in a hushed voice as he bent down to push her fringe back delicately with his slender fingers. “You’re a keeper.” Rising up again, he took two steps backwards before spinning on his heel and then gripping the broken door frame to the office. He could see his sister Valarie over in the far corner of the disused building and he sung out to her. “Right…what shall we do with the rest of the night? You wanna feed on some hapless lad, or shall we go dancing?” Reece struck a pose, like he was from some TV dance show, and let out a loud laugh. “I feel so good, I could dance till the Sun came up.”

~RB~

 

Chor:  Valarie picked absentmindedly at her nails, on which there was nothing to pick-old habits die hard-, as her brother played his little game with her fresh draw. An eyeroll here and there when she glanced over. What, was he gonna marry her or something? Pushing herself off of the wall, the clicking of her boots signaled she was heading towards the room where her brother brought the human.

“Must you be so filthy, brother? There is a more…cleanly way to feed,” she uttered, disgusted by the mess. Her brother had a knack for the more violent and irrational attacks, while Valarie was more intelligent and sterile about it. She grimaced at the nun who laid still living on the only mattress in the forsaken warehouse.

“You know I don’t dance. Why is she still alive?” Valarie inquired, a brow raised in the direction of her brother as her gaze moved to him. It was unusual to say the least, but still breathing could only cause them trouble.

Razorbackwriter:  The male vampire was too caught up in his own renewed vigor and merriment to let his twin’s disgusted comments faze him. He swanned about in a circle with his arms outstretched, the nun’s blood giving him a vitality that was a joy to be savored. Valarie was the day to Reece’s night. Complete opposites in every sense of the word. Sometimes her sanitary ways were annoying. Her brother having little regard for getting messy with his kills. It was all part of what he loved about being a vampire.

“Val…I swear I am going to buy you a monogrammed bib. Heh. Either that or a six pack of straws. So what if I like to spill my food.” Reece shot across the room at speed and appeared right in Valarie’s face. The smell of Sister Stevie’s blood still ripe upon his breath. He visibly licked his lips right in front of her before winking. “You’re a kill joy.” The way he said it showed a distaste for her formality. “As for why I am keeping this one alive. Well…I’m not finished with her yet. A blood as pure as that is hard to come by in this day and age. Course…you’d know if you had a go at her yourself.”

That wasn’t really a good enough reason, but Reece never did like to have to explain himself. He thought himself the leader, not a doormat.

 

~RB~

 

Chor:  Valarie, eyes sharply narrowed to her brother with a fiery look that read mischief.

 

“Don’t mock me, little boy,” Val uttered, her tongue dragging her ‘l’ slowly out on her white top teeth. Her brother loved to tease her about her obsessive, compulsive tendencies. She never paid much mind to it, though, because for every flaw in her, there was an equal one in him. As he neared her face, her nostrils filled with the exoticly scintillating scent of the pure-blooded nun which she so generously allowed her brother to have first feed on. Closer and closer he got, until there was but inches between them. With the most evil smirk, one her brother was only able to gaze upon for a moment, Val took her brother’s chiseled jaw in one pale, ivory hand and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth off, leaving her tongue to trail until she stepped past him. She left him with not only a trail of blood, but of saliva up his cheekbone from his mouth towards his ear.

“Mm, I’m beginning to see now,” she spoke of the taste he bragged about, with a low chuckle as she swayed away from him towards the nun. She lifted gently the wrist of the woman and sipped generously, licking when the vein became messy. Her brother had much to learn if he intended to keep this sweet delicacy living.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was always a game of one up man ship between the twins. Valerie being the older and wiser often found herself cleaning up more than just her brother’s messy kills. Reece had a wicked glint in his eyes when Valarie told him not to mock her. Her tone having a slight drawl to it, as though to emphasize her annoyance. Reece was a shocking tease. Always daring Valarie to do what was considered unthinkable. Course, she usually brushed it off, that was until she decided to help herself to the remaining traces of blood that were on the edges of his lips. Reece let out something of a guttural groan at the touch of the tip of her tongue. The way her slender cold digits gripped the edge of his chin, almost made him feel. His jaw locked, and his elongated fangs were now on full display. But that delicious growl soon turned to a disgusted ‘gah’, when he realized she had left a trail of saliva up to his ear.

“And you call me messy.” He wiped it away with the back of his hand, his right brow arching as Valarie simply stepped past him and went to see this new virgin blood bag. Reece folded his arms, as he felt all the fun now draining away. Valarie was now having her share….and didn’t hold back, only remembering to lick the wound clean at the end. Something he hadn’t bothered to do.

 

Sauntering over to the door way of the office, Reece smacked his lips together as though he was now bored again. Truth was he loved the night life….clubs filled with fresh targets, dancing…lights..music. The empty warehouse was just a safe haven to bring kills. It was unusual for Reece to keep this one alive, but no doubt Valarie could tell why from the girl’s taste.

“So…what shall we do now, Val? Paint the town red….or go find you a nice innocent fuck?” Reece started laughing as he swiveled around to head for the door to the street. “I get to watch though.”

Reece was once again beaming. Oh how he loved to yank her chain.

~RB~

 

A Nun’s Habit – GS.

Scene setting : The streets outside St Luke’s Cathedral.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Sisters of Immaculate Chastity were having a good old fashioned sing song on the small church bus as they drove through town on the way back to the Cathedral. The children at the ward all loved the toys and happy smiles of the nuns, who never missed the chance to spread some of God’s love and cheer amongst the dear little cherubs. Sister Marjorie was especially pleased with herself, since her snappy rendition of “The Lord’s prayer” was a right hit with the nurses and of course the well heeled Doctor Sloane. Now however they had one last stop before going back to help with the bingo night that Father Thomas always did on a Friday night.

“Should we stop and pick up some more cookies, Sister Mary Jane?” A voice from the back called out. It was Sister Stevie, one of the wilder ones of the group. Her face bright and cheerful as she waited for a reply. Sister Marjorie was of course still in high spirits over the hospital visit.

“I’m pretty sure that there are enough there at the kitchen, Sister Stevie.” She didn’t even look back to see the smile fall from Sister Stevie’s face. Little did Sister Marjorie know that Sister Stevie had an ulterior motive. “Well, I am pretty sure that the barrel was a bit low after Wednesday night choir practice. Uhm…why don’t you just drop me off at the corner across the road from the Cathedral and I can grab a few packets.” It was pretty clear that Sister Stevie was not giving up.

“Oh…oh alright. But you hurry along. You know how Father Thomas gets.” This was a warning, since he was known to have something of a short temper, as much as he tried to hide it. Pulling the small bus over the singing stopped long enough for Sister Stevie to get off. She stood on the pavement and waved the Sisters off, as they continued on to the Cathedral – just a few minutes away.

Pleased to be out of the bus, Sister Stevie looked up and down the street. It was an odd sort of night, with many of the usual crowd that you would expect to see. But there was a club that was two doors up from the 7 Eleven that had a group of scruffy looking kids trying to get a rise out of the bouncer. They clearly were not dressed well enough to enter the club, which had a strict policy for their dress code. The bouncer was keeping a stiff upper lip, but the youths were hurling abuse, and using racial taunts.

Sister Stevie kept her head down and tried to walk around the group, but one girl happened to notice her. A red head that was sporting a leather studded vest, a short black skirt with tattered fish net stockings and boots. They weren’t the fancy kind, but more like Doc Martins. Her head turned to follow the nun, who was now on a mission to just get to the convenience store and buy the cookies as promised. But as she was almost outside the entrance, a voice called out to her.

“Nice habit, Sister.’

This had Sister Stevie stop in her tracks. She turned around and came to see it was the same girl that had stood out from the group at the club. “Why…thank you, child.” There was an awkward pause as the girl looked her over. “You don’t look like the flying nun.” That being a character from a vintage TV show classic. Sister Stevie chuckled softly under her breath.“No…we moved with the times. Like you…I guess.” Of course she was referring to what the girl was wearing. The girl bobbed her head, chewing some gum lazily as she took the nun at her word. “Right. Uhm…listen. Me and the gang are heading back to see….a sick friend. You don’t think you could possibly come and….I don’t know.” she twirled her wrist as though she was trying to explain what she meant. “do your…thing. Pray for him. He’s looked like death for a while now.”

Sister Stevie’s face fell at the news that the girl had a sick friend in need of God’s word. She was supposed to be buying cookies for the Cathedral kitchen. But when someone needed God’s care, she had to oblige. “Is it far?” There was a hint of nervousness in her voice. The city could be so dangerous at night.

“A block or two. I promise that you won’t be kept long. It would really mean a lot.”

“Oh…oh okay. Lead the way, child.”

The red headed girl almost skipped at the prospect of the Nun coming down to the group’s hide out. “Just this way. Come on.” The girl reached for Sister Stevie’s hand and dragged her off down the nearest alley. Past homeless men and winos. Sister Stevie almost tripped over a loose part of the road, but the girl had a great deal of strength and kept up the pace. Soon they were standing outside what looked to be an abandoned building. This was getting creepier by the second. “He’s just in there. You’ll find him lying on an old matress down in the back office.”

Sister Stevie hesitated for a moment, before the girl opened the door which had had the lock broken off. She stood silently holding the door.

“He…needs you, Sister.”

Taking a deep breath and trying to summon all her courage, Sister Stevie entered the abandoned building. In the furtherest corner of the building was a light. It must have been the office that the red head had mentioned.

“Hello?” Her voice sang out, but only an echo returned.

“I’m Sister Stevie….from the Cathedral……I was told there was someone here that needed God’s love.”

“Oh I need more than his love…..Sister.”

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A sinister sounding voice came from right behind her. The poor woman froze as she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. A shadow moved in the office, but who was behind her.

“I’m here to help.”

“And help you shall. Or rather….I am going to help myself to you.” The man tore off the nun’s headpiece and coif, her hair tumbling out long and down her back. She let out a terrified scream as the man bit down into her neck. Feasting on her blood, while she reached out to the darkness. There was nothing sweeter than the blood of an innocent virgin, and the man’s eyes rolled back as he continued to gorge on her crimson life force. The shock of the attack caused the nun to be faint, and soon she fell limp in his powerful arms. Blood ran down her chest and splattered on the warehouse floor.

“Told you I could get you one.” The red head was leaning against a crate, watching the feeding frenzy with a gleeful expression. Only when the man had had his fill did he drop the nun to the floor. She was barely alive.

The Vampire wiped his stained mouth with the back of his hand and let out a wild howl of satisfaction.

“She….REALLY did help after all.”

 

~RB~

Father Tom – GS.

 

 

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Scene setting : St Luke’s Cathedral.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Another Friday night has rolled around once more. It seemed that the bitter chill brought by the first days of snow had kept many of the die hard bingo ladies snuggled under blankets at home. The door to the church was open and a welcoming light shone from within. Only it was not as it truly appeared. Rufus had been setting out the wooden chairs for the procession of elderly that started to trickle in just after eight o’clock. The slow dragging of the wooden legs across the tiled stone floor creating a strange echo that resonated throughout the whole church. Rufus was more than just a bell ringer. Before being taken in by Father McGowan, he slept upon the streets and under bridges – pan handling when money was truly tight. Now, his future was brighter – somewhat. The Priest with the rugged looks and chiseled chin held a dark secret that the hunchback would come to discover, only by chance. None of this was spoken out in the open mind you. There are some whispers that should remain within the confessional – even if it is the Priest doing the confessing.

A long shadow hovered just above Rufus, who was putting the last chair into place on table ten.

“There we are Father. All’s ready. Are the sisters coming down tonight?”

The sisters he meant were the nuns that helped out at the Cathedral and were great supporters of the church’s bingo night. Father McGowan, or Father Tom as he was more commonly known folded his arms and stared down at his assistant with a look of disdain.

“No…they promised to deliver toys to the Children’s hospital. Bah. It’s just not the same without that brood of penguins.” Penguins being a pet name for what Father Tom referred to as the nuns. The sisters always made the tea and biscuit platters and handled the more annoying bingo ladies that often grated on Father Tom’s nerves. Rufus fidgeted nervously as he smiled up at the Priest. He knew what Father Tom would rather be doing this eve and it didn’t involve calling out bingo numbers. The Priest was a hunter. A hunter for God. The more souls he could send onto God…the better.

“I wouldn’t worry, Father. Saturday night is much better. More wicked sinners out and about. Heh. Right?”

If this was Rufus’s way of cheering the Priest up, it fell on death ears. No sooner had the hunchback spoken, when the first of the old bingo biddies started to parade through the door.

“Oooo Father Tom! You look handsome as ever. I’m feeling lucky in my waters tonight.” This was the first of many such compliments and the Priest faked a smile that would be sickly sweet.

“Just so long as you can hold your waters in till the end of the night, Mrs Jones.”

A light titter of laughter came from Mrs Jones, while the other ladies started taking their places and pulling out all manner of lucky charms, bingo marker pens and bottles of soda. The noisy chatter of the old moos, was like milking time at the shed. Slowly, the Priest made his way to the top table, where the bingo ball cage awaited. He took his seat and grumbled under his breath – low enough for no one to really notice. His hand reached for the crank and slowly he turned it as a wave of excitement went through the room.

How….exciting.

“Two fat ladies…..eighty eight.”

 

~RB~