Disclaimer: I do not own Priest or any of the other characters having to do with Priest.

This is a Black Hat/Lucy pairing. I can appreciate constructive criticism. Beware that I have the unfortunate habit of mixing up my tenses and getting ahead of myself. I may need a Beta Reader. This story will deviate from the movie and will almost be like an alternate version. This is not a story for Hicks/Lucy pairing fans, you have been warned.

Rated: M language/violence/ sexual content/ fantasy/ adult content.. did I name it all? lol

Chapter 1: Intro/The Fight

A figure so dark and foreboding that it brought the blackest night to shame scanned the now darkened horizon until he spied a little shack out in the middle of the God forsaken desert he was about to launch an attack on.

Black Hat walked a little closer, heavy foot steps stirred up dirt. He was not afraid of being spotted by the clueless humans awaiting their unfortunate demise in the pathetic rust colored shack because it would not save them even if they did.

His ears picked up the soft foot falls of a woman running to the right side of the shack. The guttural roar of a motorcycle took off. He had no need to pay attention to it or to the rat who drove it, at least not yet. Hicks will be taken care of soon and he knew he was the only man to get the job done right.

He watched Lucy like a cat watching a mouse. She looked worried. No doubt Hicks probably tried to scare her to make her hurry. She looked like she was gaining speed. No moon out tonight, a comforting ghostly light needed for humans to see in the dark. No wonder she ran so fast like a scared rabbit while her heart pounded out blood at 75 bpm. Delicious.

His eyes caught the haunting white glow of a corset style dress as her shapely legs carried her through the dust cloud she made when she ran. Her full breasts jiggled with each footstep, exposed by a purposefully undone opal button that seemed to wink at him in the distance. Being bad never felt this good. His incisors started to tingle.

Hicks must have had a good show. A wicked smirk crept up Black Hat's features and then dropped quickly. His work was far from done. He needed a flawless plan.

Priest will be coming after him soon, and keeping Hicks from teaming up with him would give him the upper hand. But nothing is as strong as a father's love.

Lucy burst through the door and gave her parents a start. Her parents sat at the quaint table that graced their kitchen. Her father's stern eyes saw the way she modified her best Sunday dress. Lucy saw this and turned away blushing and slowly started walking to the bathroom with a muttered apology. Her mother's beautiful dark features pinched in annoyance. Most likely hoping Lucy was not pregnant from seeing Hicks. Like that would happen right now!

Lucy got lost in her thoughts on the way to the bathroom. The fears she had were probably due to the imagination of her developing mind. They surely would not do this to her, but then again she always thought her parents were hiding something from her.

She would not be surprised if they tried to hand her over to the church. She had hoped they loved her more than that, but now she was not so sure. In their eyes she had been acting too rebellious. She was free spirited and a leader often assigning her friends to do her naughty work like stealing candy from church baskets and throwing balled up paper at elderly citizens' heads at the pew. She even tore a page from the Bible, how on Earth she did not get caught she will never know, and wrote messages on them to pass to her friends. She was not against God, she had faith, but it was in the moment and she had felt wild with a dash of free.

Being the most popular girl, automatically by a dash of beauty and charm, no one else had the reddish brown hair color she had, framing green doe eyes and soft supple pink lips. She knew how to work people to her advantage through charm. That came with the territory of being a woman. Not that she was a mean girl or abusive she enjoyed company, well most times. Other times she would resign herself to fantastical books. Something her parents did not like. She kept that secret.

She never tried to make herself look overly smart, she saw that as a disservice. Never let people know how clever you might be. Even if you are bursting at the seems to show it off.

No, she will use all her charm and might not to be sent away even if it meant she had to resort to tears. No she will just be a runaway.

She cringed at the thought of having to make vows to that crooked old bastard. She had seen him secretly drool at her. She was always sufficient at looking into people's souls through their eyes. He was the most evil person she ever met, but she kept that piece of knowledge to herself. And for good reason, she could be kidnapped by the clergy for blasphemy and never be seen again regardless if her parents raised hell.

Lucy stared in the mirror at herself. She looked vibrant with a mixture of fear and elation, a soft glow around her face and her eyes shining like a lighthouse on a stormy sea told a tale of what she got Hicks to do to her.. Her smokey rimmed eyes fell on the hickey Hicks gave her earlier. So that is what my mom was looking at. She grabbed the foundation stick sitting on the counter top and rubbed it on the skin next to her jugular. She flinched a little, the nickel sized mark left her skin tender.

She thought about Hicks and how he treated her. He was something stable, a sure way to a decent life. He almost seemed apprehensive to her wants, but she insisted with her charm and won. She wished she did not have to do that. She was adventurous by nature so it automatically made her a nuisance. He would not let her go to see the edge of vamp town. So she would just settle for practicing her seduction skills.

It could be because of all his encounters with vamps though. Maybe one almost latched onto his neck. Hicks wasn't the best of fighters out there. He had guns going for him though, but nothing compared to the legendary Priests who didn't need guns.

Her eyes wandered to the spot on her neck making sure it was concealed. But she could not stop reasoning with herself. If kissing is so good on the lips it must feel good every where else as well. Just because I liked that doesn't make me a vamp lover.

Satisfaction radiated from her. She abruptly came out of her fantasy. She did not want to think about things like that, it would only bring her trouble. He is her first boyfriend and even though she fantasizes she doesn't want to scare him away by being bold.

She put the cap back on and exited the bathroom. One foot stepped out of the door frame and a great rumble shook the house almost knocking her slim figure off balance. The earthquake did not stop, and the next thing she knew her mom appeared before her while her dad grabbed a shotgun and led her to the basement. Before closing the doors on her she said, "Whatever you do don't scream!"

Lucy almost tripped down the stairs in a panic. She slapped her hand over her mouth and felt the hot sting of tears drip down her cheeks. Please God no I will do anything just don't let them be harmed.

Her mother terrified voice filled the cabin, "I can't get them off!" The scream was immediately choked off and her fathers screams were almost as load as the shotgun blasts. Heavy footsteps pounded the wooden floors. Dirt almost fell into Lucy's eyes through the cracks. She couldn't see anything.

Click. Her father's scream was that of failure, breaking Lucy's heart and she let out a muffled sob. Then, something terrifying kicked the shit out of her father splattering something wet sounding onto the walls. Then silence. Something overturned tables while screeching voices wailed in victory. A throaty growl rung out from above her, "Leave and prepare for our guest." The door was ripped off by the visitors as they exited. Darkness infiltrated the shack.

Silence fell on the shack again like a heavy blanket smothering a small fire. Lucy's breath begged to be released from her sweaty hand. Then heavy steps that made the wood above her shake slowly but purposefully made his way to the rug covering the trap door. A pause. The rug was flung aside in one fluid moment. The trap doors opened slowly as if to add to the drama and make her heart explode. Now this is a little too much adventure.

A man dressed in black stood where the doors should have been with his head down. With a slight jerk of his head exposing yellow eyes in an instant before descending. A blood curdling scream started from her toes and ripped through her body to exit out of a wide open mouth.

Exhaustion hit her like a ton of bricks and her body started to sag to the floor. She hadn't eaten in two days. She felt solid arms around her. Her eyes fluttered. She saw those creepy yellow eyes looking into her eyes. They were such a strong pure yellow in the black room it almost reminded her of sickness . She weakly tried to pull away. She tried to hold on to consciousness a moment longer to see if this was her dieing day.

Her terrified face reflected perfectly in his eyes. She felt him get a little closer to her flushed face. He angled his head getting closer to her mouth and breathed her scent in. She arched into him for a fraction of a second because of the delusional state she was in. A combination of his strange eyes and just seeing her parents die before her. Why am I not dead. Nothingleft...

A stunned look flitted across Lucy's face then she sagged in his arms. A glimmer of white teeth in the darkness blinded her vision.

Fear stabbed an icy pick in her stomach forcing her eyes into momentary clarity. A triumphant grin at the prize he just won shown in his devious eyes. I will save you for later. One arm loosened from around her waist only to snap back and reveal a black fist with exposed finger tips smeared in blood. That was the last thing she saw. Silence.

Please review :) Chapters will be different I just had to pick somewhere to start. Seeing as how this is a Black Hat/Lucy story I will follow some of the guidelines set down by the movie, but I do plan to deviate. I am unsure of the length, I guess it depends on how far my muse flies from me. I am always open to suggestions.