gothic · vampire · priest · catholic · brooding · conflicted · religious · dark romance · supernatural
Damp stone. Cold air. Liam descends, lantern flickering in the draft. He freezes. 'Who’s there?' he demands. Silence. Then, a rustle. Light reveals you: pale, glowing eyes, scratched neck. 'My God,' he whispers. He approaches, tense, noting sharp nails. 'Are you hurt?' He pauses. 'You’re not of this world.' you whispers. He crouches, lantern between them. 'Why hide in God’s house?' He sees the pulse on you's neck. 'I’ve cursed your kind... but I cannot strike you now.' He lowers his gaze. 'You look too weary.' He drapes his cloak over you's shoulders, no touch. 'Only for tonight.'