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"How long has it been.... 20 years by now I think. I've been like this for twenty years by now." Alexander remembers that night quite well, how it all happened. What he did... What they did to him.... It was all a painful and... something he hoped never had happened. Twenty years ago, he was just a young boy. Loving, caring. And all around positive boy, that everyone loved to hang around with. But then the shameful evening came. The church officials had decided that he would be a perfect candidate for becoming a priest. And he was taken away from his parents. From friends and love interests. And pushed into a monestary. Day and night. All things happened over and over again. He was beaten with chain whips. Blood going all around for his light eyes. He was kicked. Cursed at and told to forget about his happy past. Every man of the God must live modest and poor life. And then.... The priest came and took him by the hair, pulled to the bed. And.... Small anger fills his soul, as he remembers the first time when he was raped. The dick going right inside his asshole. Him screaming in pain, crying and holding onto anything to keep him sane. It was all just too much for him to bear. At nights, he would cry and hope that one day, his friends and family would save him. But they did not come. Alexander had taken it up on himself to save his life. During one night, he snuck out of the cathedral and ran all the way back to home. By the morning, he managed to reach his parents house. But all his friends and family turned their backs at him. Threw rocks at him.... They all chanted curses. Even his own mother didn't try to save him. Everyone acted as if he was a stranger... or an enemy.

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And then he heard a screaming in anger voice, that still echoes in his mind. The head priest was together with a few monks, looking with great anger in their eyes on the horsebacks. They were there to take him back... But Alexander did not give up. He ran away to the forest. Inside the forest. He rushed through the ponds and branches. All blody and dirty. He was trying to hide in an opening of a tree. Where he stayed all day. The monks screamed for his name. Called out and said that they forgive him, and that if he comes back, then he will be forgiven. But Alexander did not believe that. He stayed in the forest unti the night came. It was a late autumn, really cold and wet. He was misserable. Hungry and on the verge of death. At that night, a wondering woman arrived, looking at him with a giggling voice. Smiled and said to him many caling words. He did not understand her language, but there was something about her, so welcoming. He reached out for her and before he knew it, she pierced his torso with her arm, barely missing his heart and she started to drink his blood. She then bit his neck, releasing her poison, just for taste and continued her feast, until she was disturbed by a pack of wolves. The wolves made her run away and abandon the body of Alexander. And the poison slowly took over him. As the next evening had struck. He woke up. His heart no longer beating. And his strength being three times the one he once knew.

09:34

He jumped as high as the tree tops would go. He could run as fast as the wolves, if not even faster. He could lift rocks, that weighted three times his own weight. The newfound power was something he felt confident in, and then, he unleashed the wrath on everyone on the village.... and the cathedral was the next. "I remember it all... But it's not something I want to be remembered by...." Alexander said as he snapped out of his memory and then looked at his work table, where he was copying deteriorating manuscripts and looked out of the window. The moonlight was illuminating the area. He knew something was coming tonight. As whenever he has a big challenge ahead of him, he remembers the time, when he was reborn.

The sun had set some time ago, but still, the contingent of armored battle nuns and monks continued their journey toward the city of Bricaster. Bricaster sat on the edge of a river, a harbor there was constantly bustling with traveling merchants, traders, and transients. Sailors often disappeared without a trace - and no one was the wiser, til a sailor had fallen in love with one of the harlots that frequented the river-side. That harlot had developed feelings for the sailor as well; and when he disappeared, it was only logical that something was severely amiss. She had brought the disappearance up to the local authorities who had started a half-hearted investigation. After all, who cared if a sailor disappeared. There were far more important things to do, like accepting bribes to look the other way when a corpse was dug up or someone happened to be dealing in illicit substances or other such contraband. After looking in to the issue, the authorities had discovered that there were more than just a few sailors missing. They drew up to one conclusion: there was a monster in their midst, making people disappear. Whether it was witches, sirens, or selkies, it was anyone's guess. But there was one woman who was instistant that it was Alexander that was behind the disappearances. She had long suspected he was a vampire, after all. He only came out at night, stayed hidden in the library archieves, but when he did emerge, he was gaunt, but hauntingly beautiful - he HAD to be something other-worldly. She had been badgering the magistrate for some time now, until the magistrate had only seen fit to call upon the The Herald of the Divine Spirit. The Herald of the Divine Spirit was the little band of nuns and monks that were travelling by wagon in the dead of this very night, off to see what on earth was causing such a stir in Bricaster.

Looking at the latest notes, he knew that something was up. People had been suspecting him as the killed for all the sailors, even tho, he could tell the actual reason already. There was some kind of illness spreading around the docks. Something that would make people feel extremely sick at the seas and they would feel so uneasy, that they would jump overboard and drown. Most people that had died were drowned. Then they would be bitten by sharks, or all blood was sucked by other sea creatures.... It's fascinating how people would take logical things, and would already say that monsters are attacking them. He thought about it and nodded. It wasn't that uncommon for actual sea creatures or monsters, taking their occasional sacrifice. But he knew that this was not the time for them to act. Most marine creatures would be busy actually having reproduction for new generations. Sitting in his chair, Alexander looked at the calm sea and thought about what is going on. Clearly it wasn't just a coincidence. There have been a few cases that seem to point at a vampire. And he already has been jokingly pronounced as such. Because of his work schedule and how he's busy. However now, some rumours might have gone too far. They are coming to see him.

Aria was having a hard time staying awake, sad to say. She was supposed to be on watch duty, sitting precariously on the corner of the wagon, watching for any sort of bandits, monsters, and other beings of ill-repute. It was quiet, a few nightingales calling in the night, accompanied by an owl. The creak of the wagon wheels and the gentle swaying of the wagon was almost enough to draw her in to slumber. At least until Amos started snoring loudly. He must've rolled on to his back or something. The driver was fast asleep though, letting the mules drag the cart along the well defined path. She cast her gaze up to the star strewn sky and let out a tiny sigh that came out as a puff of steam. She wasn't looking forward to this investigation. She'd had some past trauma involving vampires. Her younger brother had been slain right before her eyes by a cruel and viscous vampire. It had become her life's goal to eradicate the fiends after that. She had quickly joined the monastery that trained The Herald of the Divine Spirit to become ruthless slayers of demons, vampires, and other devilish scum. She had graduated some 5 years ago and had been travelling with this band of monks and nuns ever since. She perked up as they rounded a bend in the thick, pine forest and she could see the city gate lit up ahead. She quickly jostled the driver and began to wake up the others. They'd at least get to sleep in a real bed tonight if the inns had enough room.

There were quite a few people, gathered around the library. Some of them were cries for justice, while others were screaming and begging, chanting words like, 'I beg of you, please tell us that it's not true. You can't be a blood thirsty vampire. It's not true!' Alexander himself was sitting at the table. He just stood there, waited patiently for someone to arrive. He counted every minute. Every moment. If he had a beating heart, he would have it rush really fast. However it was not the case. What actually did beat, was the door. The people were trying to break open the Library's door, get in and bring his body out of there, to be publicly executed. They already had decided that he's an enemy of the people. Alexander decided to dress his best, pulled out a paper, and rolled for himself a cigarette. If there was something he loved to do, then it was smoking. It was sortof calming for him. A rare and expensive commodity. But he could feel the smell and taste of a tabbacco. As time progressed, and the main door, was slowly cracking. He stood up, and slowly walked to the entrance. When they arrived. He would be there, waiting for them.

DS:The company of nuns and monks found themselves in front of the Library after some information from the city guards. That was where they would find the vampire. "Citizens of Bricaster," one of the priests bellowed over the rising din of the crowd. "We have come to put your so-called vampire on trial. If you would, so kindly, make a path and step away from the entrance, we'd be much obliged!" If the crowd refused to part, they would just force their ways through.

The main doors open, and the crown comes right in, looking quite mad while in the center, sure enough, are the priests. "Good evening! How may I be of service?" Alexander takes a few steps forward and looks around the crowd and then tries to understand what is happening. "I know why you all are here.... the rumours Am I correct?" Alexander takes a few deep smokes and then looks at the rather angry mob, that is ready to just jump at him and kill him on spot. "Miss Stella. I was there, healed your daughter. Spent countless days and nights to gather medicine to heal her from the ilness.... Is that something a monster would do?" "And Mister Armstruck. I was there, helped your son learn the art of smithing. Would a monster do that? I don't understand what is the cause of your rumours. I don't understand. Because if it was true. Why would I actually care for all your well being?"

The Misses and Misters in question let out gasps and mumbled quick quips about maybe Alexander wasn't so bad... "But you were seen at the docks when Mr. Elliot of the ship The Fearsome Lass was last seen!! He was out drinking and stumbled in to you! I saw it with my own eyes!" A young thing, probably no more than 16 shouted.

Aria looked over at the frail looking girl. She was dressed in rags, but had a heavy pouch of coins strapped to her belt. It was obvious she'd been paid off to say such things, but by whom? "Sir," she began, clearing her throat to attract attention to herself. She stepped to the front of her contingent, her hands folded neatly in front of her. She was the epitome of sweetness incarnate, with just a hint of an inner hatred of the person standing before her. "With all due respect, we were called here to investigate the case of a vampire as well as the case of many disappearances of sailorfolk. Would you be so kind as to accompany a few of the members of my order so you can be properly questioned about these matters?" She shifted a bit so she could look over her shoulder at the crowd of citizens behind her. "And if you all would be so kind as to line up in an orderly fashion so that you may be questioned as well. Anyone that is in need of rest, we'd like to record your name and address so we can speak with you in the morning. Unfortunately, Mr. Wurdulac, you'll have to be detained a bit longer than the others."

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The rest of the team began to fan out to start forcing the crowd to line up or provide their names and addresses so they could be questioned at a later date. Two men, Amos, the monk, and the priest that had addressed the group earlier, moved toward Alexander with a hint of malice in their step. They were not known for reserving judgement until all evidence was presented and Alexander would likely be harmed during the "questioning."

"Mr. Wurdulac, if you have a private area where we can discuss these matters?" The otherwise very serious priest smiled - though it was a facsimile of one. It was eerie on his lined face, as if it was full of spite and malevolence rather than the good will of the Church.

Amos was generally very kind and quiet. His smile was genuine when he motioned for Alexander to lead them away.

Aria watched all of this unfold in front of her. She wondered if she should question the peasants or if she should go with Amos and Father Michael... She chose the later and stepped up behind the pair of men.

"Let's then go to my cabinet." Alexander knew what they were planning, but he knew that he has to respond to aggression with righteous indignation. Therefore he made his steps slightly faster. Upon opening the door. He took the initiative and placed two chairs in front of his table, and himself, he sat back at his rather comfortable armchair, he uses for his usual work. The gas lamps had ignited the place quite well and made every corner of the room visible. "Please sit down father. I am sure you have just as many questions as do I. I know that time is against us and that most of the time.... Excuse me, but could the girl in the back close the door. These are church affairs, would be a shame if someone would overhear our conversation" Returning back to the papers he looked with a curious gaze on Amos who listened to this whole thing with caution, but Father Michael on the other hand, Alexander could tell that something was up the sleeve. Ahem. "Anyway, this is not the first case, when on a local village a good amount of people had vanished. About 3 months ago, a similar investigation was conducted in the neighbouring village. Many people had talked about how they saw a mysterious figure jump around and kill everyone who was outside after midnight." "Moreover, let's not forget the methods, the boy was questioned, the boy who found the dead body, we remember Father Michael. I think we remember it quite well." Looking with rather menacing gaze, Alexander continued to read the papers that he has gathered.

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"The church report was made public, therefore I think we both know what I am referring to. The boy said that he only found the dead body, and that before he had approached the dead man, he saw some kind of monster, all covered in fur, feast on the body, draining it from all blood that was inside of it." Turning the next page, he read a testimony. "I reached out for the boy and asked a few questions. And he told me about what you had asked him. What you did to get answers to your questions. I start to sometimes question the holy work in your work Father. But it's not my job to judge one." I hold up a glass of whiskey and take a sip while lighting one of the rolled cigarettes. "But regarding all this information, the boy was nearly sentenced to death. The only reason why he was released was because the monster had shown up nearby and tried to get their next victim. The case was closer shortly after as there were no more victims in the village. And from what I can gather, it seems that the monster has arrived here to our small village." He stood up and drank the glass empty. "And if you think that I can be easily manipulated and tortured father." To show the power and strength, he shattered the glass with his bare hands. "I would kindly ask you to have second thoughts about it. I am not someone you push around so easily. We all are sons of God, therefore I say to you truly that you better listen to what I have to say, before you make your conclusions. The poor boy now is thinking that religion is evil, and is loosing faith in the good word of God. We don't want that to happen, do we?"

23:07

With a small calm smile, I sit down back on the chair and then look out the window. Many people are standing in the line and being questioned. This seems to be quite a mess, however Alexander kept a calm expression. He knew that this is not as big of a trouble. Looking back at Father, he felt malice coming his way. But he stood his ground. He would not accept anything, for a few reasons. Actual beating or interaction, would instantly reveal his true self. Therefore he chose the diplomatic approach. "It's important that we all keep calm spirits. And therefore I have told everything I know of. Why people are suspecting me? Maybe because I have a tight scedule day, and that only time I am able to walk sometimes is at night. Well that was before all the attacks happened. Now I am alone in this place. Working on preserving the writings. As you can see my table is full of work. And there's nothing I can do about it."

Alexander's cabinet wasn't as lavishly decorated as one would've expected of a vampire. It was spartan in decoration, but housed a good number of aging volumes, some that may or may not have been on the Church's ban-list. But that wasn't what this inquisition was about, after all. Father Michael and the young Amos took seats in front of Alexander's desk. Aria - begrudgingly - closed the door behind them and basically stood in front of it, as if she were a posted sentinel.

The chair was hard for the older man, his back protested almost immediately. Grimacing in obvious discomfort, he began to give Alexander the benefit of the doubt and listened to him - at least until he accused him of being less-than-holy in his pursuit of justice. The priest remained silent, simmering in growing rage as Alexander continued his list of accusations (which in reality were the truth, but no one should have known about the lengths that he had gone to in order to get a confession from young James). The monster had been caught. But the boy, a beggar and street rat, had been long suspected. Alexander's display of strength, at shattering a glass with his bare hands, was intimidating, to say the least. But Father Michael was not without his own powers. And Amos could easily still him with a Word of Power, if he so demanded it. "What happened to young James is inconsequential to the current investigation," Father Michael began once Alexander had finished speaking. There was definitely a scent of terseness in his tone. He was obviously insulted that his methods had come in to question and that the first assumption that the beggar child had been the culprit of the brutal murders. Though, thinking back on how frail the child had been - and how it easy it had been to break him - it should have been far more obvious. But he'd been crazed after he'd seen the mutilated bodies and heard the recountings from the village's coffin builder. It had almost been not worth putting the body in a box before burying them. Many of the townsfolk had wanted to burn the bodies, as if they were cursed. But they had all been given proper burials.

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"Now, Alexander, I understand your concerns based on the... ahem, facts that you gathered from the other village. Your due diligence will not go unnoticed." He glanced over at the crumbling manuscript he was currently transposing. The man was doing God's work in maintaining these writings, he would definitely have to take that in to account if he were to turn out to be a vampire. "Your show of strength piques my interest though," he began to tactfully dance around the subject of his supernatural ability. Leaded glass should not have fractured so easily. "I am not here to manipulate, nor torture you, good sir, as you have given me no reason to. You haven't been found with any of the bodies. You haven't discovered any sort of foul play. These are simply disappearances that could have been caused by any rhyme or reason." He leaned back in the hard, wooden chair, as if it were comfortable, trying to act as non-chalant as possible. "We are simply trying to gather all the evidence, see all sides of the problem." He glanced to Amos, then back to Alexander. "Do you live in this library?" he asked, hoping to get a tour of the facilities. Hoping to catch him in a lie.

He sat in the chair that was offered, listened to the conversation, but offered nothing to contribute to it. He was keeping an eye on Alexander, trying to find hints of deciet. It was his speciality to use Words of Power to command people to do whatever he wished. Though he tried not to use them so often. It was difficult to know when his affect would hurt someone in the process. He didn't use the Words recklessly. He was new to the contingent, fresh out of the monastary. He wasn't particularly good in a fight, but he was quick on his feet and nimble, at the very least. He continued to watch Alexander as Father Michael spoke, wondering if the gentleman across the desk would give any hints of worry away that might indicate his guilt.

Aria remained silent, staring at the man sitting behind the desk. He looked the perfect gentleman. Probably well educated at one of the universities. He didn't reek of manure, so he likely didn't deal with livestock or any sort of farming activities. He was of fair complexion - so he wasn't outside or around a furnace like a blacksmith or tanner might be. He definitely had an eerie sense of beauty about him though. Now, Aria wasn't one to usually comment on the appearance of someone else, much less a man, but he did strike her as being nearly entrancingly beautiful. It put her on guard though. Someone that attractive couldn't be human. He was probably trying to lure under some sort of spell with his beauty so she would be compliant if he were to bite her or curse her or something. If he wasn't a vampire, he could easily be a warlock using a glamor to enhance his appearance to those of the feminine persuasion. Perhaps he was like that witch she heard about that ate men's hearts after luring her in with her beauty. It would only stand to reason, after all, that he would be trying much of the same... But the victims were primarily male as she recalled. Maybe he was a vampire after all. Or a homosexual witch for all she knew. She continued to peer at him, not wanting to make eye contact, but making it quite obvious that she was watching him. Her eyes hadn't even strayed to the expansive collection of books surrounding her. She loved books. Loved the smell of them. She had found solace many nights in the monastery library, eager to be surrounded by the smells of paper, leather, and fluttering tallow candles.

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She wondered in the back of her mind if he was archivest that wasn't under the employ of the Church. It was rather unusual, but not unheard of for a well educated gentleman to work on the conservation of the ancient texts of the realm. They often weren't paid for their work, but they generally came from well-to-do families, so they didn't need to be paid a wage. However, she had never heard of any nobility of his surname. "Wurdulac..." What an odd last name. She wondered about its origin. Her attention was on the man, but her thoughts were not at all on the conversation that was being had before her.

Alexander looks reevaluates the entire scene. So from his understanding. Father Michael did get intimidated by the shattering of the glass, but it also made him give extra questions. What should I do. I assume that people most of time remember only the last thing they are told, so before they leave. I must say something, that will make them forget the glass shattering, and keep more attention on that. Just what. "Ah yes, where are my manners. Let me show you the work place and my most recent works. As I do this for the good of those, who are going to read these texts in the future." As Alexander opens the door, that leads out of his cabinet. The hallways are getting empty. However there are a few screams heard from the outside. And some loud voices yelling 'WHERE DID YOU GET THIS GOLD! ANSWER US!' which made Alexander turn to Father and with a calm expression he asked. "Father, your disciples should be more welcoming, when asking for answers. Please settle this case. I trully believe in your good will and as we all are children of the God, that you do know that the man, who's cries we hear now, must be in wrong place or wrong time. He deserves no ill feelings from thy hand."

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Good. This is the chance. Father must oblige as he was criticised before. He even didn't like being told those things from before. Alexander knew what father was thinking. It's not necessarily because he can read minds, but instead, it's his ability to actually read facial expressions. And even now he could tell that Father is being really frustrated, by how Alexander was right about him. Alexander's gaze turned to Amos, who was standing there, quite eager to do something. Alexander could tell that he's desperate to act on his skills. However what those skills are, is not certain. And this small secret, that he didn't know about, made Amos dangerous. Therefore Alexander thought about it a little longer and then said. "Brother Amos, would you go and help that poor soul?"

10:27

If anything this has to be it. Father wouldn't leave me alone with his two disciples, and he wouldn't send the girl out there, as woman don't have as much authority in these areas. Amos is the option to send and reassure the peace. Alexander was holding Father under his thumb. If only he can get rid of the Amos guy, then he might talk his way out of this. Then his gaze turned to the girl. He doesn't even know her name. But there was something unsettling about it. She looked at him with both curiosity, fear, anger, and distress. He couldn't understand what is going on in her mind. So many emotions, that he can't read her mind from them. Alexander could tell that she loved to see the books. Therefore he knew, if she becomes really distracted by something, then Father will remember her childish actions. The childish actions will lead to her being punished at church, and after that, they will forget about me. Right. I've set the dices in place and am ready. I should lead them to the unsorted area, where there are less clean places. But there are a lot of books, that need proper care and restoration. Alright. "Father Michael, I am concerned about these people. We don't want them to remember church, as people who bring fear, instead of love."

He grimaced at the shouting of one of the monks, who was likely roughing up the individual that was protesting that he had gotten the gold from a sale that morning. The lines on his face only seemed to deepen as Alexander continued to insult his control of the situation and even undermined him by suggesting Brother Amos go and take care of the situation. As if he would have some brand new monk go and try to order about the others. He inwardly scoffed. But something had caught his attention. Something he would question later. Alexander had said "your" God. If he was a true believer, if he weren't some evil demonic entitiy, he would have said "our" God, wouldn't he have? He would question him about this later. In the meantime, he had to play nice. "Amos, I will attend to the matter. You and Sister Aria should accompany Mr. Wurdulac on the tour of the facilities." He figured the young monk would be able to handle anything that the vampire could throw at him with just a few Words. If not, Aria would strike the man down in cold blood. He knew of her hatred of vampires. She wouldn't hesitate in this matter. "Please excuse me." He made his way out of the building to go and deal with the issue... The man in question was dressed in rags as well. As if he would be able to get such a sizable amount of gold that was now strewn across the road. "Now, now, Brother Charles. Please give this individual the benefit of the doubt." Though it was evident that Father Michael didn't quite feel that way by the way he was frowning.

He still had the man held up by the neck of the tunic he was wearing. "Father, this man is clearly a spy meant to throw us off of the tracks of the real perpetrator. There's no reason for a beggar like this to have 30 pieces of gold from whatever "sale" he made this morning. Unless he's dealing in dead bodies or making things disappear, he's highly suspect!"

He considered what Charles was saying and it was actually evident that this beggar had been paid off. But who would do such a thing? They'd need answers. "Detain him." He turned on his heel to go to the others that were questioning civillians.

Detain him. That was never a good sign. The poor beggar would be dragged to the local church and locked in a room until he could be properly questioned. And by properly questioned, that usually entailed some form of violence.

"Please! Don't do this to me. I don't know what you're wanting from me! I earned this gold from a sale!!" He was frantic as Brother Charles began to drag him away. He continued to yell and protest at what was going on.

He'd switched to holding the beggar by his upper arm, forcing him to walk along with him. "Please, sir, this is only going to get worse for you if you continue to protest." There was truth to his words along with the ill will.

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"Ah, yes, Mr. Alexander, if you would..." His voice is light, airy almost. Some might have described it as effeminent. He gestured for the man to proceed from there.

Aria had swiftly moved out of the way when Alexander had approached to open the door. It wasn't that she was frightened of him, in fact, quite the opposite. But she didn't like the tumultuous feelings enveloping her body. She remained silent, ever-watching, as the men left the room. She followed, keeping five paces behind them. Frankly, she was surprised that Father Michael chose to deal with the unruly crowd himself. One Word from Amos would have them all cooperating quite nicely. But then again, Father Amos was known for his violence amongst the order. It was no secret that the priest enjoyed brutal interrogations - all in the name of the Church and God, of course. As Amos suggested that Mr. Wurdulac show them around, this seemed to pique her own interest. Since they had been on the road for quite some time, she wasn't used to being indoors any longer. The soft lamp light cast interesting shadows around the room. While she kept her face forward, she looked around the hallway they were in. It wasn't bare, surprisingly. There were lovely tapestries lining the stone walls. Gas lamps lit the way from little alcoves in the stone. This was a well designed, and much-loved place.

Tsk. So Father Michael went to go and deal with situation. This is bad. How could I have done such miscalculation No matter. I have to continue with the act. The situation calls for it, so Alexander was obligated now to show the way. The screams of the poor man, were disturbing, but Alexander thought about what if he was in the place of that man. He didn't want to even imagine it. Not to mention, he would have to fight everyone he cares for by now. He has been a member of this village for about 10 years now. Therefore he felt about everyone very deeply. Something was indeed unsettling however. He hear a noise. Granted, there are a lot of people around here, which caused a lot of noises, but something more unsettling was in his mind. While he was talking in the room, and listening to Father Michael. He heard someone walk around the halls. He thought that all people were pushed out of here. Maybe that was one of church members. "Alright. I understand that the sight outside is quite unsettling, therefore please follow me. As you know, I have gathered a lot of materials, and books, that are on the verge of being destroyed. And it's my job, to give these scriptures, their second life." Walking through the hallway, Alexander listens to the screams and the words of father Michael. He talks about such things, that could make people really feel terror, when seeing him. And the way how he said... "Detain him." It was something that sounded cold blooded. "Brother Amos. As a believer in your God. What is it, that you hold as the utmost value. Honesty? Dignity? Or sprading around the love. It's important to always think about these things. I often think about what my fate would have been, if I was a member of the church. Would I spread love and happiness to the people." Again.. the memories are coming back. I can feel it. Something is going to be wrong. The feeling of my past stats to haunt me once more. Grr just let it go of me.

12:33

"And... it's a hard task, to keep the spirit strong. You must become one full of humble and dignifying being, to represent the good word of God." Alexander opened a door to the unsorted archive, where there are located many of the manuscripts, that are yet to be sorted and cleaned. As well as restored. "Please come in. This is where I keep the most important relics of the past." To light up the room. Alexander took the candle from the hallway and lit up the oil lamps, that would illuminate the entire room. The warming up process for the oil to warm up is slow, but when it is warm enough, it extracts so much light.

12:33

The room was really big, but really dim. Then slowly and surely the small center was getting brighter and brighter. The textures of the books became more visible. By the each passing minute the room became more and more bright, as well as warmer. This process was written in one of the old books, that Alexander had restored. He decided to adapt this method for the unsorted archive, as he would spend a lot of time in this room together with some other archivists, and they would need to see in the dark as well as to keep themselves warm. When it came to Alexander's vision, he could see in the dark. There was never an issue for him to see. However it would often take a bit more than a few minutes to adjust. Otherwise he can't see anything, just like any other mortal human. Unfortunately for him, this was one of the cases,when he had to adjust the night vision, as that would have had given him a chance to avert, what is about to happen. Right as the lights became bright enough. He, brother Amos and the girl, who's name Alexander still doesn't know. All of them were greeted by a figure, sitting on top of a table, looking at them with a playful smile on her face. As soon as Alexander saw the figure, his blood became ice cold. He knew her... He would never forget the face of the girl, who turned him into what he is now.

"Tehe~ So you finally came here. I got really bored and waited for someone to come. There are so many fresh blood carriers out there. But they all are just a bit too much for my taste. You three will do just fine." She stood up and with a playful look threw a book against the door, slamming it shut. "My my... What do we have here. Such delicious heartbeats we have. I don't know with who to start first... Oh?" She stopped as her gaze went to Alexander. She looked with a curious look. Took a deep sniff and then sat down back on the table. Moving left and right leg back and fourth, while holding arms by her side. "Darling!~ Why do you smell just like me?"

That's it. This is the end. She might remember me now. What do I do now. If she attacks me, I have to defend myself. Once I do. I have to do something about this. "Excuse me? Please tell me what are you doing here. We don't want to be rude, but shouldn't you be outside with the others?" I say as I calmly get a few steps forward.

"Wait, stand right there. I recognise those eyes. OOO You survived? So you did survive that night. Darling!!!!" She jumped up and ran up to Alexander in lighting speed, hugging him around the neck, then stepped back and looked at the two humans. "Even today, you still struggle with the church huh? My.... Do you have any clue how much trouble did I get because of you? Killing a few people is one thing, just like I did, but what you did, you naughty boy, that's something else. They thought that I was the one, who murdered the church, and all of it's people. As well as the village." She then took a knife and pierced Alexander in the chest, to get a bit of blood spilled. Licking the blood from the knife, her eyes lit in euphoria. "Darling, this is the blood that I remember. You must really be that boy. I was following you before. I remember what kind of sweet boy you were, and what you did. Everyone betrayed you, and they all paid with their blood. I mean, it's not something I would punish you for. Just.... At least let us know who did that and why? GRRRR! And then they think that it's my fault for murdering the village." She cleaned the knife with the tongue and then turned to the girl. "And she, look with what kind of eyes she stares at us. She has a murderer's spirit. What do you say I take care of her. I really long for fighter's blood. And you can take care of the guy. I know a perfect place just for two of us. And you don't have to serve those, who live like that priest. Being an evil being, who uses the word of their God, as if it's a handy tool."

She has said too much, and she's really fast. I look at the two of them. The two humans and think about what to do now. I become tempted. But as soon as I read the emotion of fear into the eyes of the girl, I decide that I have to do something about this. I look at the vampire girl who is getting ready to rip the nun apart, and decide now or never. And I make my choice. The fast shift was barely visible by humans. As Beatrixia was jumping right at the Nun, I took her by her collar, and pulled right back to me, piercing my hand through her chest. Unfortunately I missed her heart, and this just enraged the vampire girl

"YOU WOULD DARE TO HURT ME? Have you really lost your sanity and will fight for these humans? You will regret that choice. Mark my words, the girl you just saved is the one, who will end your life!" She says and then breaks Alexander's both legs, the legs will recover in about 5 minutes, but until then, he's immobile. "Good bye. Darling. I hoped that you would be better than that." She says and jumps out of the window.

Amos had nothing to offer to the remark about preserving ancient texts. He didn't exactly care about the preservation of history.

13:59

Aria on the other hand was eager to hear more. And was quite put out when he went on to question Brother Amos about his religious and moral beliefs.

"As children of God, it is our utmost responsibility to spread the love of God to the people. However, there are other responsibilities as being part of the clergy. We must maintain the peace of the realm - as is our given jurisdiction from the King himself - hunting down those supernatural creatures that would threaten the lives and livelihoods of the people. We must also be just in our actions in regard to matters like these, where there is a human that is suspected of being a nefarious creature. We do not want to act rashly in matters like these. The blood of an innocent human on our hands would be incorrigible." He looked up to Alexander. He was a little taller than he was. "I would think that since you cherish these texts as you do, you would be able to spread the love our Lord God to anyone." Amos offered him a friendly smile. He didn't seem to suspect anything was amiss so far. "I agree with you though. In order to do the word of God justice, one must be humble, kind, and pious."

Aria had nothing to offer to this line of conversation. She had joined the Church for one reason and one reason only: revenge. She followed the men that were walking side-by-side in silence. She didn't hear anything amiss - but the way that Alexander's body language seemed to change as he spoke about the church, she was certain there was more to his story than met the eye. Something about how he was moving slightly more stiffly indicated he didn't like something about the church. But there could be numerous reasons as to why that was. He could've been flogged as a child for some various sin. He could've run in to a fake priest hawking tokens of the Lord's affection and that had put a sour taste in her mouth. She tried to not think about his backstory. After all, that wasn't relavent to the current accusations or the current situation. Once they were in the room, she stayed behind as usual - as was her place - and gave the men space as the room began to fill with light and warmth. She was mildly fascinated by the fact that he could light a room so quickly, but that fascination quickly turned to ice as her eyes focused on the figure on the table, who was now speaking and what she said had her grabbing the hilt of her sword, ready to strike. 'Blood carriers...' She was definitely a vampire.

Amos was instantly frightened. He hadn't seen action before and he found that his throat had swollen shut with the rush of fear of being confronted with what was tantamount to the devil himself. And then what she revealed smelled someone that smelled like her! It could only be Alexander, of course. He knew he wasn't a vampire - and he doubted that Aria was.

As the female vampire swept forward to hug Alexander, mixed feelings ping-ponged quickly through Aria's chest. He was a vampire too? Had she secretly been hoping that all of this was nonsense and she could perhaps stay behind a bit to exam the books? She let out a scoff of anger and ripped her sword from its sheath. But then the vampire was hugging Alexander and... She paused and listened. Alexander had been the one to slaughter an entire congregation as well as its clergy? The ENTIRE village??! She was reeling from the relevation when the vampire turned her gaze on her. She hadn't noticed she was speaking about her at first - and then she realized. She hunkered down, ready to kill the murderous woman. She pushed magic in to her hands to strengthen the blow. Hopefully she could do it in one shot. One shot, or she'd be dead. But then Alexander moved. He was in front of her one moment, grabbing the pale haired vampire the next. Blood, dark and thick, gushed from the wound in her chest. Bile rose in Aria's throat at the sight and wretched scent of decaying blood filled the air. A flash of a second later, she truly wants to vomit as the sound of shattering bones meets her ears. She saw Alexander crumple to the ground, the vampire female jumping out of the window, bidding them farewell. It takes a few more seconds for Aria to react... "Amos! Go alert the Father! NOW!" It's the first time she's spoken, and even though she's shouting, her voice is dulcet and beautiful. She quickly moves to stand over the vampire, keeping the blade of her sword against his neck. "Don't move, vampire." She hissed out the word as if it were the worst of insults. "You will pay for destroying the lives of an entire village."

Amos didn't have to be told twice as he scrambled back out of the room, shrilly screaming.

Amos' screams could be heard outside. Many of the Herald stopped what they were doing and rushed inside, weapons drawn, magic at the ready.

Alexander didn't have anything to say, when it came to defend his name. Yes he was there when the great massacere happened. He was there and killed the priest who raped him. With a certain satisfaction.

18:03

"Girl of the church. Before I am under mercy of thy blade. Please listen to my story and after I have been executed, please pray for my soul." Moving a bit back Alexander leaned against the table and looked right into her eyes. Which were filled with anger, with a sincere gaze

"It was 20 years ago, I was really loveable boy in my village. Every girl loved me. I brought smile to everyone's face and it was a life of pure happiness" He took a deep breath and then felt a sharp memory spike of sorrow "The church took me away and tortured me. They didn't like the love that I brought to people. They needed me to be pale and silent. They said that I must forget of happy smiles. All people must live in fear and agony."

18:40

"I ran away from church. Wanted to return to my friends and loved ones. But they all turned their backs on me. Threw rocks and had beaten me up. Even church came to take me back. They were going to torture me. But I didn't want that, so I ran away to the forest"

"I was about to die in the forest. I was freezing, hungry. And after church ďidn't find me, they turned back to the village. I was left for dead. That is when I met that Vampire girl. She turned me into this." "...After I was turned into a vampire. I returned to the village. I was angry. I wanted to revenge. But when I was there. I saw it. The church was hanging my family, for raising a traitor. And I saw a knight. The priest had called him.... Sir Sedir. He overlooked as my family was being hanged. I remember going up to him and pleading to save them. He just took the sword and pierced me. I took him by his arm and pulled off him from horse. Then I took his own sword and cut off his head." I see the change in facial expression in her face. But I decide to continue. "Sir Sedir's men then decided that they will cover this up by killing everyone in the village. Claim that there was an uprising. That way they would 't be punished for Sedir's death"

18:54

"I remember that after seeing all that,I was filled with rage. I wanted to avenge the village. So I took blood of all dead friends and then went to the church. And... I did it. I have sinned young Lady... please forgive me and pray for my soul"

She stilled her blade. She wanted to hear his story, she found. So she allowed him to back away from her, to lean against that table and begin to weave his tale. She found that most of what he had said about the Church to be truthful. Happiness was forefit if one wasn't afraid of the wrath of God. But then he said one simple word. Sedir. Her brother. He'd been killed right in front of her, by a boy with a sword, some 20 years ago. She'd been young, perhaps 4 at the time. But Sedir had been her idol. He was a knight in shining armor. A champion of the King himself. He worked with the Church in matters like the one that Alexander described. She'd been with him when they'd hung Alexander's family. She didn't remember the wretch that had killed her brother; not his face, at least. She'd just seen a villain, a monster. She was too young to comprehend what was going on, anyway. Her face was still as stone, but tears welled in her eyes, betraying the grief she had long shoved down in to the very bottom of her soul. "You killed my brother," she said quietly. Her voice was distraught, anguished. She'd lowered her sword as he'd spoken, emotion overcoming her as she recalled the devastation. She hadn't been old enough to tell any of the authorities over Sedir's men what had happened. She didn't know what to do other than she had to kill the monster - the vampire, she later found out. As soon as they had returned to the manor where her family lived, she demanded to be sent to the Herald of the Divine Spirit's monetary. It was the only thing she wanted and she threw tantrums, refused meals and drink until her family had relented and sent her away. But here, right in front of her, was the very creature that had stolen her idol from her.

19:14

"You killed Sedir!" she shouted this time as she twisted in anguish for a few moments before raising her sword in to the correct position to lop a sitting man's head from his shoulders. "How could you kill my brother? He was doing what he was told. He wasn't the reason why your family was being hung. It was your fault! You are the reason that your family was hung because you coudln't live a pious life in service of God and the church." The last bit was long rehearsed, it sounded hollow to her own ears. "You didn't have to kill my brother!" She screamed, the agony so raw in her voice that it was going hoarse as she sobbed violently, her body shaking with each sob and hastily drawn in breath. She couldn't think straight. She didn't know what to do. She should end this vile creature's life right here. Right now. But she couldn't make herself move. Her arms quickly grew tired of holding the heavy sword up, but she kept the position, hovering on the precipse of life and death for Alexander Wurdulac.

Alexander was in exactly same pain as she was. Her brother killed his parents and his little sister, that he loved so much. He felt agony in his own soul. But he was over it. Therefore he decided to lean over and hug the nun. Bursting himself in tears. This small detail, he tried his best to forget that his little sister was hanged too. But it came back to him. Making him completely break down. He expected Aria to react violently. But he only wanted to get the last pain out. Before he is to die

She thrashed against him and his hold. How on Earth had he managed to get up and get his arms around her, even if it was her waist? Her sword clattered to the ground as she beat him about his shoulders, shoved at his head. She didn't try to tell him to let her go. She was too lost in her sobbing to enunciate anything more profound than grunts and sighs. Eventually, she gave up on the struggle to get him to let go of her. He was too strong and she was too overcome with fetid grief that she didn't have the strength to do much herself. She didn't even have the will to call her magic to her hands and force him away with a blast of power.

Alexander calmed down and finally stood up. His legs had healed and he held onto the body of little Nun. "beat me all you want. For I am who I am. But pray for my soul too"

"WHY WOULD I DO THAT?" she began to shout just as a bunch of the inquisitors burst in to the room.

They spotted the vampire embracing Sister Aria and they weren't quite sure what to do at first. Had the Sister joined the side of the vile creature? The one that had slaughtered an entire congregation's worth of people? Now was not the time for questions. "Aria, get away from that creature!" one quite young monk screamed just as the magic started flying.

Alexander placed a magic barrier to shield Aria from the magic bullets. Stood up and was ready to take punishment. In his mind there was only one thought now protect the girl

"Aria! Go!" that monk shouted again before he was shoved away and told to shut up. The rest of the monks were either hurling magical bolts at the pair, or charging forward with swords.

Aria didn't exactly have time to react as her comrades assumed the worst and started trying to curse her.

Alexander snapped his fingers, creating a wall of flames between the attackers and him with Aria "You sons of God. You all always judge but never see your own evil. You kill and only then ask God to forgive them. Creatures like me, are proof of your ill will!" He said as he strenghtened the shield on Aria

The bolts of magic continued to zing against the shield, through the fire. Some hit Alexander if he were not shielded. But suddenly, the volleys stopped. The monks parted. In the center of them stood Father Michael.

He stood, silent, watching the fire lick up to the ceiling, catching the rafters. He looked from Aria, who was still crying uncontrollably, weaponless, to Alexander. Some semblance of dawning drew over his face. Aria had joined his side. She was crying because he was going to be killed.

Alexander knew what father was thinking. He could feel it trully. As such, he asked father a question "Father. I've defeated Aria. What is going to happen to her now?"

Her gaze shot up, shifting frantically between Alexander and Father Michael. "Father, he is --"

"Silence, child," Father Michael demanded in a harsh tone that beckoned no argument. "She will die alongside you, of course. There is no place in the Church for a woman that was so quickly won over by a slip of a vampire such as yourself." His lined face was even more drawn than usual. "You would do well to surrender with no further violence. I suspect that your flames will burn your precious books, otherwise."

Alexander adjusted his glasses, looking at Father Michael, who was standing there, ready to do his evil deeds and get all the glory, for being the man, who destroyed the evil beings, that he saw as the monsters who terrorise the people of his land. Alexander could tell what was in his mind clearly, and it was so strongly similar to what he saw twenty years ago. No.... it couldn't have been. It can't be. "I thought that I had killed you! You are the man who ordered the execution of the Eltishan family, didn't you!" With a confirming gaze, Alexander nodded at Father Michael. "Yes, my true name is Eliwood Eltishan. That boy died the day you had ordered to kill his whole family. I remember now. I truly remember everything. I will never forgive you! GRR GRRRR..." A fierce rage filled within Alexander. He looked at Father Michael and from the back of the room, summoned his sword, that would fly to him at lighting speed. "I am coming for you! AAAAA!!" Alexander took the first steps forward, but the floor started to slowly crumble. The building itself has seemed to be caught on fire, due to Alexander's flame. Gruelling years of work seemed to be set ablaze. And some of the monks are starting to cough, due to the smoke, that's in the air. This instantly indicated to Alexander that he has only two choices, kill father Michael, and die all together, or save the girl. He was on the verge of choosing the first, but then as he looked to Aria, he understood that he has to first get out of here. "Father, this building is under fire. Please let's get out of here, and then we can settle our differences. Think about the safety of Aria...." As Alexander said those words, he could read the mind of Father Michael. He realized that this man does not care. He only cares about his own glory. Therefore he mast act fast. He didn't want to do anything that would make more people hurt, but now there was no other way.