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Post by vincentbelmont on Sept 7, 2010 16:22:00 GMT -5
The priest nodded and, wincing slightly in pain, he removed his shirt so that Serena would be better able to work on the wound. He sighed and gritted his teeth, letting the young woman go to work, trusting in her superior knowledge of such things. The bite wound was incredibly sensitive, and even the lightest touch caused Fr. Vincent to gasp in shock. Were bites supposed to be this bad? He'd never been bitten by anything before, not even a dog, so he really had nothing to compare it to... Was everything alright? Was it infected? Could Serena take care of it, or was he in real trouble here. He tried to push these thoughts away and let his mind wander, but it was no use. Each time that he thought he'd detached himself completely, some jolt of hot pain would bring his mind right back to the wound, and back to his worries of moments ago. "Uh," he stammered through gasps, "you said you had something that you wanted to talk to me about... Some reason that you had come here. Perhaps, AH!" he cried out, jumping a bit and looking embarrassed afterwards. "Perhaps we could talk now? It may take my mind off of the pain..." |
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Post by serenajoidefitzpat on Sept 8, 2010 18:55:38 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] Before the Father removed his shirt, she went out to her car, grabbing her first aid kit. This was the first church where she hadn't been able to find the first aid kit. Then again, most of the churches that she frequented, were hunter based. First aid kit in hand, she closes her trunk, and walks back into the church, seeing the father without his shirt. And for a moment, she gives an internal sigh, thinking that the man was wasted n the Priesthood. Mentally shaking herself, she grabs a small container of holy water from the large fount. Getting back to the priest, she mumbles healing words in Latin and sprinkles the holy water on the wound. She heard his request to talk to him to take his mind off the pain, while she was poking around the wound to see how far the infection was in the wound. She gave a small smile that was hidden from the priest. "Of course Father. There was a man. He made a deal with a demon. The Crossroads demon to be exact. I happened to run into him on my way to see my sister after an exorcism. He knew about me from an article on my exorcisms, and told me about his situation. He felt chested, he said, of his years since his deal.
"I know now that one can't take on the cross road's demon and win against her hell hounds at the same time, but back then, I was young and somewhat foolish. It was the year I graduated high school, and I was 18 years old. It was five years ago, but at the time I felt I could do anything. I trapped her in a circle, but by the time I managed to convince her to release his contract, the hell hounds had already gotten to him. I heard the entire story of what he wanted, which I can't recall now, because it was that selfish, and not something I personally would want to bargain my soul for. She showed me what he had done, and asked for, and really I then was only finishing because he had agreed to pay me if I succeeded." Here she paused, saying a few more words in Latin before starting to actually disinfect the wound physically with hydrogen peroxide. "Looking back now, I feel as though I took my time convincing her, so that the world would be rid of another idiot and selfish person. I fell as though I killed him father, and while I am not a devout Catholic, my sister told me that going to confession for it, even though there was nothing I could have done would help me feel better. So there you have it. I don't know if I have actually killed the man through not caring, or if it was just that she stalled long enough that it was only his due." She said, as she placed a wad of gauze on his shoulder, wrapping it up in a tenser bandage and tieing it off. |
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Post by vincentbelmont on Sept 10, 2010 20:33:47 GMT -5
The Father furrowed his brow with concern. It seemed that Serena was so young, too young to be doing such a dangerous job. What sort of world was it really, out there, that children like her had to spend their lives fighting the darkness while others simply went about their business, as if nothing at all was going on? How could he, a servant of the Lord, have been so ignorant of all of this for so long? He shook his head, secretly ashamed that his lack of knowledge all these years may have cost so many their lives. Surely he could have done something to help these people? Just as he had hoped, though, Serena's words had given him something to focus on besides the pain. The way she spoke so casually about demons, and hell-hounds, and all other manner of supernatural creature still made his head spin, though he suspected he'd get over that eventually. Behind her words, though, Fr. Vincent could sense a weight, a weariness perhaps, and maybe even a fear that she truly had been responsible for that man's death. But had she? "Serena," he started, licking his lips to moisten them as he spoke. "You have done nothing wrong... If I'm not mistaken, you said yourself that the man had already pledged his... his soul to this demon, in exchange for some manner of worldly reward. He knew the terms when he made the deal, you must remember. He was the one responsible for his own demise. The book of James says 'Happy is the man who doesn't give in and do wrong when he is tempted, for afterwards he will get as his reward the crown of life that God has promised those who love him.' This man, the one that you spoke of, he gave in to that temptation, Serena, and while the man who resists is given gifts of glory in Heaven, he who gives in must face the punishment of such a decision." He smiled comfortingly at her, patting her hand gently. "You, though, are an amazing young woman. Don't you see? You know of the existence of these... these 'crossroads demons' and you have never given in to the temptation that they represent! And you travel around the country, aiding those who would otherwise be lost in this chaos that churns just beneath the surface of our world... You have saved my life, Serena, and I am eternally grateful. If ever I can help you, you have only to say the word." |
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Post by serenajoidefitzpat on Sept 20, 2010 18:15:31 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 smiled softly back at the Father. Her sister had been right yet again, and even thought Serena lover her sister, she hated when she was right, for Serena always liked to be right. But having talked to the Priest, made Serena feel like the weight of five years of guilt disappeared. To risk sounding older then she was, she felt 18 again, where she could do anything at all for the world to make things right again. "Thank you Father. My sister was right again, for speaking with you had lifted much of my guilt. But there is something you can do for me, and my kind in general. We need a safe Haven for when we travel. So far, I haven't found one in Detroit, and I'd like to spread the word among the other Hunters about the Church. Most of them will make donations if they stay, or they will help repair the church if they can." She said, looking around the Church. It could use lots of work, and most of the Hunters who would come through would either give money, or help out to fix it. "Of course there are two other things. One is to keep being the excellent priest you are. The second is get a first aid kit in here, and keep it stocked. Perhaps a first aid course would be good too." Serena said with a smile at him. |
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Post by vincentbelmont on Sept 21, 2010 16:29:09 GMT -5
When the young woman had finished tending his wounds, Vincent stood up and began to pace around, nodding at her words. "You're right. I... I have to do something, now that I know what's out there," he said, somewhat distantly. "If there are other people like you, Serena, people who fight and die to protect others from... from all of these, these creatures that you've told me about..." He paused shaking his head before looking back at her, his eyes wide with understanding. "I have to give something back. I have to help... I'll learn about medicine, and about treating wounds, I'll learn whatever I have to about how to stop these creatures, all of them, and how to protect my church and those who might come to depend on me." He sat down in a pew in the front row, bowing his head. "I have to leave, at least for a while. I can get in contact with someone who can tend the church while I'm gone, but I can't learn everything that I need to here." He looked up at Serena, flashing her an exhausted grin. "Besides, I think I'm overdue for some time off anyway." He stood to his feet, walking over to the young woman and resting his hand upon her shoulder. "Thank you, Serena. Thank you for... for saving me." From the way he said it, it was obvious that he wasn't talking only about his life... ((Finished)) |
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