An ear to listen

It was a beautiful night in the city, near the park where people often wander the night was a bench. There sat a very well dressed man who had been in deep thought. Contemplating things as he watch people move about, his thoughts on his fledgling”I dont know what I’m going to do.” He said to know one. Mostly cause he thought he was alone, totally missing the priest who sat at the other end of the bench. The priest looked around a moment and then looks to the very well dress man “um perhaps i could aid sir. Im … Continue reading An ear to listen

A Visitor in Mourning

Voltruist woke up to the new evening, moving to get dressed. He put on his prieestly robes and then grabs his veil. He put it on and then undoes the blindfold he wore when sleeping. Once he was dressed, he head out of his room and down the hall. Giving those he passed a nod of greet, he headed to the sanctuary. There he would move to light the candles about it, while doing such a male walks in. Voltruist glance to the new comer, he had to double take. Seeing the silver hair had the priest thinking it was … Continue reading A Visitor in Mourning

Judas…

Footsteps could be heard through the halls, as two people walk. Each step echoing off the walls, along with their voices as the two talked. “I already set you a meeting with Lord Grey. You are confident he would rule in our favor?” The male ask, he wore priest like clothes, though he didn’t wear a veil like the one he spoke to. “Yes I am sure of it, are you not tired of having what we want to do just ignored? This church could be so much more, if we could get out from under Zagine.” Voltruist spoke.” Of … Continue reading Judas…

The flower shop.

Tristan was walking down the street, heading to Voltruist church. Book in hand ready to deliver it to the priest, along with a conversation. Since Indigo refused to listen or help uim, he’d figure it out himself. He head up the steps, walking through the door. He blink some looking around “Wow.” He say. “Can I help you?” A voice spoke out, Tristan blinks again and looks at the elder gentleman and smiled. “I’m looking for Father Voltruist, I have book he ordered. He ask I deliver it.” He told him. Stahs stared at him and then says “Tristan.” Tristan … Continue reading The flower shop.

To be kindred

The bell rings as the door opens, alerting the shop keep someone had entered. The shop keeper walks to the front, to his counter.”Hey Indi, welcome back again. ” Tristan greets. Indigo gave a smile and wave “Hey. Im looking for anything from that new poet about.” He told him. Tristan chuckles “Uh well unfortunately outside of news paper submission, I’m afraid he hasn’t made a book yet. Though rumor has it, he is working on one.” Indigo pouted a little “Ugh, my sire likes his stories, reads them in the paper. I was just hoping you could perform another … Continue reading To be kindred

Tristan the bookshop owner.

“I’m so glad you agreed to come with me. Such a long walk and I find such can be more enjoyable with another.” Father Voltruist spoke while walking on such a lovely night. “Yeah you also said Zagine was too busy to give a fuck. Besides there is a shop on this side of town I wanted to check out anyways.” Val mentions, barely paying the priest much mind. Voltruist smiled a little as they continued walking. “What shop are you looking to check out? ” he ask. Val arch a brow and looked around “What shop? Oh…uh…” glancing at … Continue reading Tristan the bookshop owner.

Wish to be seen.

It was a rather foggy night, as two figures walked through the streets to a building. One holds the door open “Just tell me again, why did you have to go to the book store that was all the way across the city?” “To get this one of a kind book. Stahs is going to love it.” Indigo told Val. “I dont think he could give a fuck.” Val retorted. “How could you say that?” Indigo ask, looking baffled at the other Vampire. “Because I couldn’t give a fuck.” Val looked at Indigo. “Look Indi you do this all the … Continue reading Wish to be seen.

Under her veil.

The smell of death lived in the air, a stench that doesn’t go away easy. It was in the walls, the furniture of the place. Bodies strewed about, some fresh and others decomposing. Chains rattling could be heard, as the once skittished priest sat tugging at the shackles on his wrist. Trying to reach for any morsel of fresh blood he could get. His sire still barely allowing him food, with claims it is her will, her teachings to him. Plus it was clear his sire enjoyed watching him lap at the floor for blood. How his sire enjoyed torturing … Continue reading Under her veil.