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Post by vincentbelmont on Feb 11, 2011 12:16:47 GMT -5
Vincent sat in the back of the empty church, his head bowed as he prayed.
A lot had happened to him over the past few months, and it was moments like these that he used to reflect on everything, and to try and truly understand it all. He had no doubt that he was now nearing the end of his journey, and that he'd soon be heading home to set up his safe house. Once that happened, Vincent knew that he wouldn't be able to back out, he'd be fully ensconced in this life for the rest of his.
But that was alright. He'd do whatever he had to to help these hunters.
He'd been a little surprised to receive a phone call from the very person who had set his feet on this road, so many months ago. And the fact that Serena had even asked to see him, at this church, was why Vincent was now sitting there waiting. He'd shown up early, glad for the chance to have a bit of time to himself, to organize his thoughts before seeing Serena.
He owed her a lot, he knew, and whatever it was she wanted to talk to him about, he wanted to make sure he was prepared for it.
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Post by serenajoidefitzpat on Feb 11, 2011 19:02:29 GMT -5
 Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
It seems like a runaround Words that won't matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more And I will color you all red,
I will color you all...red [/size] Serena was driving her silver Volkswagon towards the church that she had requested the good Father to meet her at. She had something for him, a reference of sorts. She had complied it while on her tour of Europe. Every moment she had, she had been working on it on her laptop that she never went anywhere without. Between taking her niece out on day trips to see safe places, and just relaxing with her sister, she was in a library and printing out the articles as she got them done. This would make it easier for the father to help Hunters around the world that came to his church. Also as she got the chance, she rewrote out her excorsim bible that her uncle had left her. This was something else that she was sure the good father would want to use, and keep for his own purposes. Serena's foot slide from the gas to the break, as well as her clutch pedal, and geared her car down to pull into the parking lot. Grabbing the binder of Supernatural summary, she also picks up the leather bound book she had picked up for the excorsist bible. Inside it was a pocket she had placed a blessed rosary for him, and instructions on instant Holy water, in case he ever ran out in a pinch. Climbing out of her car, she also grabs the small bag out of the back seat for the Father. It held a small scarf in it, coloured Purple with the latin phrase in white: "Fides est quis habitum nos ut nostrum fides" Which meant "Faith is what holds us to our beliefs" She had seen it and immediately thought of Father Vincent, so had picked it up. Her feet were clad in combat boots, her pants black, her midriff bare, with a black leather jacket, and a black shirt on underneath that. Her hands were covered, as always, in leather gloves, also in black, and her hair was pulled back from her face. Walking into the church, she immediately spots Father Vincent, and slides into the pew next to him. A smile was on her face as she regarded her friend. He seemed to have seen many things in the months she was gone, then he had bargained for, and she couldn't wait to hear about them. "Hello Father. It is good to see you well and able as when I left you in Detroit." She said softly, her voice echoing softly in the room. |
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Post by vincentbelmont on Feb 13, 2011 20:42:08 GMT -5
Vincent smiled broadly when he saw Serena.
He slid over a bit to give her more room to sit down, then leaned in for a hug, He let out a long, slow sigh, more relieved to see her than he thought he'd be, really, and finally let her go, patting her shoulder affectionately. For some reason, seeing Serena here just made him feel better, safer. She was the woman who had saved his life, after all, and opened his eyes to the "real" world.
"Serena," he said, smiling fondly. "I can't tell you how glad I am to see you, and all in one piece too. I was incredibly relieved when you called me, honestly. I hadn't heard from you in a long time, I'd thought..." He let his voice trail off, the sentence remaining unfinished as he shrugged.
After a moment or two of silence, he finally spoke again, relaxing into the pew as much as possible.
"How've you been, Serena?"
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Post by serenajoidefitzpat on Feb 13, 2011 22:08:27 GMT -5
Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
It seems like a runaround Words that won't matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more And I will color you all red,
I will color you all...red [/size] Seeing the Father smile made Serena actually feel like she had come home. Leaning closer to him, she hugs him back, and smiles softly, hearing his sigh, figuring that he was just as happy to see her as she was him. Turning slightly in the pew so that she face the priest, she put the gift bag and the two books down between them. Listening to him talk, she couldn't stop her soft smile from splitting into a grin. "I apologize for not being able to contact you, but international fees are through the roof at the moment. I was invited, last minute, to join my sister and her family to go to Europe for the better part of the last year. Yes, I know what you thought, but as you can see, I'm well and whole, and a heck of a lot wiser for my troubles. You see, I didn't realize how much I knew...or didn't know until I started to make these." She said, picking up the two books. On the front of one was the symbol of the Alpha and the Omega, the Catholic symbol for the beginning and the end. This was the reference on demons. The other was a small leather bound book, and this was a copied version of the exorsist bible. "You see Father, while I've been gone, I've been working on these for you. One is a reference for you so that you can help an hunter looking for information. It's incomplete, so please add to it. And the other, is a completely filled leather bound Excorsist bible, just in case you have need of it." Her voice was soft, but still echoed among the room. "You might find it easier then I to excorsise Demons from people since your faith is stronger then mine is. Just the words will work, but if the faith is behind it, then it is very much more simple." Her face turned into a slight smirk as she pulled the bag up next. Pulinng the scarf out, which was coloured Purple with the latin phrase in white: "Fides est quis habitum nos ut nostrum fides" Which meant "Faith is what holds us to our beliefs". "As for this, I saw it while in Rome, and couldn't think of any reason not to get it for you. You latin should be up to par to read it." Leaning back, she takes a glance to the figure hanging from the cross. "As to how I've been, well my sister's husband still does not like me, though with me there, I could give him and my sister alone time by taking my niece places, and telling her all sorts of stories. I doubt he'll ever like me until he believes that his wife was possessed, or I stop being a hunter. Since neither is liable to happen any time soon, we'll continue to hate each other. Which suits us just fine, for it gives us something mutually annoying to complain about." Her voice bubbled out in a laugh and she turned back to the father. "What sort of adventures did you go on while I was away Father?" |
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Post by vincentbelmont on Feb 15, 2011 12:11:38 GMT -5
Vincent accepted her gifts gratefully, even taking a moment to flip through the books.
"Serena, how can I ever thank you enough for this?" he asked, setting the scarf and the books aside and shaking his head. "But as wonderful as the gifts are, I can honestly say that the greatest gift is just knowing that you're still alive. I was very worried about you." Chuckling softly, he added, "Now that I know you were taking something of an extended vacation with your family, I feel pretty foolish about all my worrying."
Falling silent, Vincent was prompted by her question to think over all of the "adventures" that he'd had over these past few months. In some ways, it seemed as though his journey had been going on forever, yet in others, it all felt like a blur. So many experiences, so much new information that he was even still trying to process.
"Well," he began with a long sigh, "a lot has happened, that's for sure. Basically, I've been travelling around the country, looking for hunters and those like them to learn from. I'm just trying to get as much information as possible to make my safe house the greatest it can be. Now that I know what these people have to go through on a regular basis, I'm just that much more determined to help them..."
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Post by serenajoidefitzpat on Mar 11, 2011 17:04:26 GMT -5
Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
It seems like a runaround Words that won't matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more And I will color you all red,
I will color you all...red [/size] It made Serena happy to see Vincent so happy to get what she had found and made for him. "The greatest thanks is that you'll be able to help everyone out now. I'm merely just helping you help others. And it's not foolish. I should have found out how to contact you, sent a postcard or something. But my mind was pretty busy with making sure my family was safe, and my niece was having a good time." Serena looked at the altar at the front of the church and gave a smile. Ever since she had met the Father, she had found herself believing in what she was doing more. It was the father's influence, she could tell. Her excorsisms were easier since she could finally believe in what it was that she was doing. "Tell me of some of them. Who did you meet? What situations did you get yourself into?" She said genuinely curious about it. {{OOC: OMG I'm sorry it took me so long. IRL came up and bit me hard, and I've been trying to get inspiration to write Serena again.}} |
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Post by vincentbelmont on Mar 16, 2011 11:29:17 GMT -5
Vincent felt an incredible amount of relief, just knowing that Serena was alright.
When Serena asked him to tell her about some of his adventures, Vincent was surprised. She was a hunter, someone who traveled the world stopping evil creatures and saving people on a regular basis. Surely Serena lived an exciting life, even though not all of that excitement was probably good. Still, he didn't really know what to think by her request. His adventures must seem boring in comparison.
"Well," he started, furrowing his brow as he organized his thoughts. "There isn't an awful lot to tell, I suppose. Not compared to what you've experienced anyway, I'm sure." He paused, letting the memories of the last several months wash over him. "There've been a handful of hunters, of course. I seek them out, and try to learn what I can from them. Besides the hunters, though, there have been... others."
He fell silent then, the memories of his dream-encounters with the demon Mephistopheles startlingly fresh in his mind. He couldn't remember all of what they'd spoken about--besides their first, vivid encounter--but Vincent knew that the bits and pieces that he could recall terrified him.
And then there was Ariel, the angel. Would Serena believe him if he claimed to have spoken with one of God's chosen messengers? That she had come to comfort him, and to reassure him in his time of weakness? Vincent really didn't know how common angelic encounters were, but he doubted they were nearly as frequent as demonic ones.
He fell silent, lost in his own thoughts and memories, barely even noticing Serena's presence for the time being...
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Post by serenajoidefitzpat on Mar 23, 2011 21:08:09 GMT -5
Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
It seems like a runaround Words that won't matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more And I will color you all red,
I will color you all...red [/size] Serena listened to the little that the Father had to tell her. Others? What kind of others are you talking about Vincent? What aren't you telling me about? She thought softly while he lost himself into thought, Serena thought best of how to get the answer from him. It was a companionable silence and she enjoyed it. Here there was nothing trying to kill them, there was no one looking to take their heads off, or looking for more information. For now, it was just the two of them in companionable silence. She looked up at the crucifix, and gave a soft sigh in happiness. "So what others did you meet? Vampires? Demons? Psychics? Another excorsism? You can't shock me much any more." Serena shifted back towards the priest again, her sapphire blue eyes regarding the man, her right hand coming up to her ear and fixing one of her many ear piercings. They weren't ugly, actually they were rather tasteful. She rested her elbow on the back of the pew, the sleeve of her jacket sliding down and revealing her Ankh on her wrist. She wanted to listen to what he could tell her. After all, for warned was for armed. She needed some sort of update for what had been happening while she had been gone. |
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Post by vincentbelmont on Mar 28, 2011 12:39:43 GMT -5
Vincent remained silent for a bit longer, trying to organize his thoughts.
"Well," he finally began with a sigh, "I've been in touch with other hunters mostly, as I said. But the others I mentioned..." Vincent shrugged, then plunged ahead. "I met an angel, Serena. A real angel! And she said so much to comfort me, and assure me that I'm on the right path." His eyes lit up a bit as he spoke about the angel, Ariel. It had been, honestly, one of the most incredible moments of his life, and he would never forget it.
"After that, though..." He fell silent again, his brow furrowed. "There was a demon. He called himself Mephistopheles, and he came to me in a dream, in the body of a young woman. He... showed me a vision. Of Hell."
A shudder passed through the priest at the memory. The image of the yawning pit, the cries of the damned, the sickening smell of sulfur and burnt flesh were still vivid in his mind, and he wondered if he would ever be rid them. The thought that he might never forget the vision of Hell terrified Vincent, but at the same time, it strangely invigorated him. That vision was just as much an anchor for him as the conversation he'd had with Ariel, a sign that he could recall and cling to when his faith wavered.
"Like I said... It's been an interesting few months..."
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