The Change, Part 14
by Scott Walker

The priest sat alone in the church, waking from his deep sleep on the uncomfortable pew. He sat up straight, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He tried to remember what he had been dreaming, and it came easily. He had dreamed about his grandmother, and the first time she had told him about real evil. He had been thinking about that day ever since he had first laid eyes on the hunter. The man reminded him of the man that his grandmother had described on the day of that story. Meaning, that the hunter he had met, was as indescribable and vague in appearance as the hunter from the castle in Cork was, over one hundred years ago.

Father Donnelly reached into his shirt, underneath his priest’s collar. He pulled on a chain, releasing it from his undershirt, where it fell on his chest, in the open. Two white, over-sized incisors were hanging from the silver chain. He clutched the teeth firmly; letting them cut his flesh, causing his hand to bleed.

He had known about vampires, and the hunters that rid them from our world, from the days of his early childhood, but the church restrained him from actively taking a stand against the creatures. The church, like Father Donnelly, was well aware of the demons' existence, but did nothing to aid the hunters. With the exception of calling on the hunters, the church stayed out of the vampire business. Donnelly wasn’t sure if, even if he was allowed to fight against the demons, or if he would be able to contribute more than his blood, but he had always wanted to try.

With those thoughts in his head, the old and arthritic priest rose from the pew, blessed himself and left the church to find the hunter.

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