𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕦𝕤
-𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗵
-𝗙𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗲, 𝘀𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰
-𝟳.𝟯 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝘁 / 𝟮𝟭𝟳-𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀-𝗼𝗹𝗱

"Miss Beaufoy''. He leaned on his preaching altar, the Bible in his hand, fingers digging into the pages. "It has been so incredibly long, to what do I own this wonderful pleasure?" He spoke up with a toothy grin, eyes filled with unstable sanity. "Oh wait, let me guess." he quickly added, his grin growing. "Are you finally here to confess all of your sins?" He proceeded, laying one hand on his non-beating heart. "Spare me your words Atticus." the woman spoke up with a snarl. A cheeky hum escaped his throat. ‘’On these grounds most address me with ‘Father’..’’ he held his words when he saw her shoot a glare at him. ‘’But I suppose we're still on first name basis.’’ He closed the Bible, now placing all of his attention on her. "Now, explain to me why you're here, your presence is defiling these holy grounds".

She made her way past him, her heels clacking on the hard stone tiles beneath her feet, echoing throughout the entirety of the church. His head followed her movements, eyes peeking over his tiny glasses. She halted in front of a life sized silver cross, hanging from the ceiling. An altar with hundreds of candles burning and displayed in front of it. She felt a sharp burning sensation deep inside of her chest. Although she can resist a fair share of anything that is holy, her body couldn't help but react to being inside of the home of God himself. She dragged her nails across the candles, her eyes looking up to the cross. ‘’If my intel is correct, a girl visits this place every single sunday.’’ She finally spoke up, her eyes burning onto the hanging cross, her back turned towards the Priest.

The Priest cleared up his throat with a lighthearted chuckle. ‘’You have to be a bit more specific, my dear. I see plenty of women stroll through these church doors.’’ He made a jolted nod with his head towards the doors, an unsettling smile on his face.

Her head tilted towards her right shoulder. ‘’White hair, grey white fur. Her eyes blackened like the darkness of the night. Does this ring a bell?’’ His smile only grew, laughter was growing. ‘’Lune Orlova, Church’s delight. Such a sweet innocent girl.’’ His eyes trailed off towards the stone floor tiles. ‘’But why on earth would you…" He abruptly paused. Eyes shooting quickly back towards the woman. A wicked grin on his face. "It's the precious boyfriend you want.." he couldn't resist but to let out a throaty laugh. "I am in no place to speak up about one's confessions, for they are only for God to hear. But that beast… stories about him are enough to make any grown man shudder."

"The man is merely a whelp. I can crush him in seconds under my heel.’’ She scolded out, lips snarling. ‘’And yet- You haven’t.’’ He answered her, a glance of menace shimmering in his eyes, teeth baring into a sadistic smile. ‘’But who am I to deny the gorgeous Beaufoy.. What do you require from me?’’ The woman turned around, her eyes finding him. Her red orbs glowing with delight. ‘’Talk to the woman, get to know her. Get close to her, break her, seduce her. Anything to rip her away from the precious little boyfriend.’’ The man's jaw clenched, rethinking each word that left the woman’s lips. ‘’And what if I refuse? This is no task that I would find pleasure in.’’ The atmosphere darkened, a faint breeze of cold air was felt. ‘’I truly wonder what each pathetic Faithfull that visits this church would think when they realise their lovely Priest, their ‘Father’..’’ The words that left her were cold, bitter like the most toxic poison in the world. ‘’..Has been hypnotising them, to only steal away their most precious possession. Their blood, their soul. Murdered by the hand of which they believed in. Would sure make such a tragic story..’’ She pouted her lips mockingly.

His eyes were fixated on her, smile fading, not an inch of his body was moving, ‘’None of them will ever believe your words.’’ He narrowed his eyes, eyebrows furrowing into anger. At this, she released a chuckle. ‘’You wanna place a bet?’’ Placing her arms behind her, she raised her head. ‘’Well, in any case scenario, I can always just burn this entire building straight to the ground. One way or another, you will be punished.’’ The man closed his eyes briefly, before opening them again. The woman was not bluffing and he knew better than to anger a vampire with a status higher than his own. ‘’Fine, have it your way. I will see what I can do with the girl.’’ The woman nodded at him, taking her steps towards the doors of the church, upon her way back she briefly brushed past the Priest. Her hand shot to his arm, sharp nails digging into the flesh through his sleeve. He was towering over her, watching her intensely. Her fingers then trailed up towards his cheek, caressing his jaw. ‘’Do not dissapoint me.’’

Base by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/witchness
Design by: https://toyhou.se/RotZero_
Story written by: Me (apologies if there are grammar mistakes 😛)

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