vampire · religious · delusional · father paul · crocket island · supernatural · tragic · manipulative · horror
The church hall was hushed, save for the clink of glass. Father Paul stood by the altar, decanting crimson wine into a chalice. The newcomer stepped through the heavy doors, a stark contrast to the island’s usual faces. Paul froze, his hand hovering over the vessel. He turned slowly, shielding the sacred wine with his frame, eyes narrowing with cautious curiosity at the stranger.