Warnings: Violence, AU, oddness
Notes: My turn to take a stab as a vampire fic!! == I dunno... I guess I was just too high on Smashing Pumpkins and Slipknot one day and this is what it spawned C&C, please! :D
The Heretics Anthem
By: Emmy
Prologue
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I'm a pop star threat and I'm not dead yet
Got a super dred bet with an angel drug head
Like a dead beat winner,
I wanna to be a sinner
An idolized bang for the industry killer
If I didn't know any better I would have thought that her dress was painted on. The white cotton clung to her body like a second skin, but that might have been due to the fact that she was sopping wet. I had followed her, like some kind of stalker, into a church. It was an old church, practically abandon.
The stained glass, that I imagined was a beautiful masterpiece to all God's children at one point in time, was in shambles. Reds, blue and yellows shattered everywhere along the tile floor, from the storm or maybe vandalism. But there was no need for them to destroy the windows, the walls and the pews were covered and anti-Christ graffiti.
I crept slowly are, watching as she nearly tumbled through the broken glass. I had ran into the girl bawling on the streets, shouting to anyone that would listen.
"They're coming to get me!! Help me!" She would bellow, as she aimlessly trudged through the streets, an insane expression on her face. I hadn't much of a choice. Against my better judgment I followed her into the church, her cries being ignored by everyone in the streets. I felt bad for her, really I did.
Her hair was dark raven, plastered to her cheeks as she cried. There was a slight residue of pink lip stick along her cheek, and black stokes down her cheeks from mascara or eyeliner. Underneath that wet, transparent dress were a pair of full breasts, wrapped in a baby-blue bra. Her panties matched, slightly lacy but significantly cotton. Her feet were bound by a pair of tan sandals, a little too strapy for the late summer weather.
Her eyes blazed, but looked so dead. They flickered for moments... and then just burned out.
It really troubled me... just what she was going to do.
She drew in a quick breath as she reached the alter and wailed out into the night, a truly terrible scream. It hurt my head, and my blood nearly ran cold. She cleared the wine and bread from a service off the alter with a bloodied arm, shouting in pain and agony as she watched the glass cup shatter, cutting into her pale arm.
She ripped the tapestry from the wall, crying out louder and louder.
She fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably into her hands. When she looked back up, rather quickly, I winced as she tried to blink the tears and blood from her eyes.
I was just about to run over, and run to her, but my actions were cut short as I heard another set of footsteps approaching. They were approaching rapidly, and a man cloaked in what looked to be a monk's outfit knelt beside her.
I didn't know what to do... a monk was there with her, and you really couldn't be any safer. Monks couldn't kill or have sex. All of her problems should have been solved then. He probably would have accompanied her to the hospital and get her help. I nodded, telling myself that that's what was going to happen for sure, and turned my back on the scene.
I kicked a pebble along the sidewalk with a sigh, and then froze once more.
A scream.
A choked scream.
A drowning scream.
I spun around, thinking to myself in a blur. Her words echoed in my head.
"They're coming to get me!! Help me!"
People were coming to get her? To do what? Would she really be safe in there? If she was screaming then...
Then it occurred to me.
The church was abandon, it had been forever, and I knew that when I got there... there couldn't have been any monks in that church...
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End of prologue
Notes: My turn to take a stab as a vampire fic!! == I dunno... I guess I was just too high on Smashing Pumpkins and Slipknot one day and this is what it spawned C&C, please! :D
The Heretics Anthem
By: Emmy
Prologue
---------
I'm a pop star threat and I'm not dead yet
Got a super dred bet with an angel drug head
Like a dead beat winner,
I wanna to be a sinner
An idolized bang for the industry killer
If I didn't know any better I would have thought that her dress was painted on. The white cotton clung to her body like a second skin, but that might have been due to the fact that she was sopping wet. I had followed her, like some kind of stalker, into a church. It was an old church, practically abandon.
The stained glass, that I imagined was a beautiful masterpiece to all God's children at one point in time, was in shambles. Reds, blue and yellows shattered everywhere along the tile floor, from the storm or maybe vandalism. But there was no need for them to destroy the windows, the walls and the pews were covered and anti-Christ graffiti.
I crept slowly are, watching as she nearly tumbled through the broken glass. I had ran into the girl bawling on the streets, shouting to anyone that would listen.
"They're coming to get me!! Help me!" She would bellow, as she aimlessly trudged through the streets, an insane expression on her face. I hadn't much of a choice. Against my better judgment I followed her into the church, her cries being ignored by everyone in the streets. I felt bad for her, really I did.
Her hair was dark raven, plastered to her cheeks as she cried. There was a slight residue of pink lip stick along her cheek, and black stokes down her cheeks from mascara or eyeliner. Underneath that wet, transparent dress were a pair of full breasts, wrapped in a baby-blue bra. Her panties matched, slightly lacy but significantly cotton. Her feet were bound by a pair of tan sandals, a little too strapy for the late summer weather.
Her eyes blazed, but looked so dead. They flickered for moments... and then just burned out.
It really troubled me... just what she was going to do.
She drew in a quick breath as she reached the alter and wailed out into the night, a truly terrible scream. It hurt my head, and my blood nearly ran cold. She cleared the wine and bread from a service off the alter with a bloodied arm, shouting in pain and agony as she watched the glass cup shatter, cutting into her pale arm.
She ripped the tapestry from the wall, crying out louder and louder.
She fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably into her hands. When she looked back up, rather quickly, I winced as she tried to blink the tears and blood from her eyes.
I was just about to run over, and run to her, but my actions were cut short as I heard another set of footsteps approaching. They were approaching rapidly, and a man cloaked in what looked to be a monk's outfit knelt beside her.
I didn't know what to do... a monk was there with her, and you really couldn't be any safer. Monks couldn't kill or have sex. All of her problems should have been solved then. He probably would have accompanied her to the hospital and get her help. I nodded, telling myself that that's what was going to happen for sure, and turned my back on the scene.
I kicked a pebble along the sidewalk with a sigh, and then froze once more.
A scream.
A choked scream.
A drowning scream.
I spun around, thinking to myself in a blur. Her words echoed in my head.
"They're coming to get me!! Help me!"
People were coming to get her? To do what? Would she really be safe in there? If she was screaming then...
Then it occurred to me.
The church was abandon, it had been forever, and I knew that when I got there... there couldn't have been any monks in that church...
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End of prologue