the room, up high, into the windows, shattering the ancient stained-glass. He reached up and grabbed a huge candelabra and snapped it off its rope, and swung it over his head. When he let go, it went flying through the church, smashing the stained-glass windows on the far wall.
Kyle surveyed the destruction. It was beautiful. There were few things he enjoyed more than smashing up a church.
He sensed Caitlin’s presence. He followed his senses, and they led him down a corridor, down a flight of steps, and into the lower levels of the church. As he turned the final corner, he was surprised by what he saw.
Standing there was a small, silver haired priest, staring back at him. Kyle sensed immediately that this man was of his race. It surprised him to see him in a priest’s garb. What a sacrilege for his race.
“The girl you seek is long gone,” the priest said, unafraid. He stared at Kyle with courage, unwavering.
“And you’ll never find her,” he said.
Kyle smiled.
“Is that right?” he said.
Kyle took several steps towards him, but the man showed no sign of backing down. He was far braver—or dumber—than Kyle thought.
“You can overpower me,” the priest said, “but God overpowers you. You can kill me on this day, but God will surely kill you on another, and I will be avenged. Death holds no fear for me.”
“Who said anything about killing you?” Kyle asked, as he got closer. “That would be too kind. I think, instead, I’ll torture you slowly.”
“That makes little difference to me,” the man said. “No matter what you do, you will never find her.”
Kyle bore down on the man, just feet away, and leapt at him.
But the man surprised him. At the last second, the man reached back and threw a handful of holy ash right into Kyle’s eyes.
Kyle fell to the ground, stunned, his eyes burning. Holy ash. A sneaky trick. It hurt like hell; he hadn’t had it in his eyes for centuries.
“I renounce you in the name of Satan,” the man said. “Let this holy ash destroy you, and let it send you back to the place from which you came.”
He threw down handful after handful of ash onto Kyle’s head.
But Kyle suddenly regained his strength and charged the man, tackling him hard, sending him to the ground.
On top of him, Kyle grabbed his throat, and squeezed.
The man stared back with eyes opened wide, clearly in shock.
“Stupid man,” Kyle spat. “Holy ash can only kill the weak of our race. I developed immunity hundreds of years ago.”
The man struggled for breath, as Kyle squeezed.
Kyle grinned wider.
“And now, it’s my turn,” Kyle said. “You and I are going to get to know each other. Very, very well.”
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CHAPTER TEN
As Caitlin, all dressed up in an elaborate gown, followed Polly through the door, she had to stop herself at the last second from stepping right into the water. She still couldn’t get over the fact that doors opened right onto the water, that one could step into the water as easily as one would step onto a sidewalk elsewhere.
As Caitlin stood there, at the water’s edge, in the fading sunset, she looked down at the rippling water, and was finally able to see her reflection.
“Look!” Caitlin said in amazement, grabbing Polly’s arm, in
Kyle surveyed the destruction. It was beautiful. There were few things he enjoyed more than smashing up a church.
He sensed Caitlin’s presence. He followed his senses, and they led him down a corridor, down a flight of steps, and into the lower levels of the church. As he turned the final corner, he was surprised by what he saw.
Standing there was a small, silver haired priest, staring back at him. Kyle sensed immediately that this man was of his race. It surprised him to see him in a priest’s garb. What a sacrilege for his race.
“The girl you seek is long gone,” the priest said, unafraid. He stared at Kyle with courage, unwavering.
“And you’ll never find her,” he said.
Kyle smiled.
“Is that right?” he said.
Kyle took several steps towards him, but the man showed no sign of backing down. He was far braver—or dumber—than Kyle thought.
“You can overpower me,” the priest said, “but God overpowers you. You can kill me on this day, but God will surely kill you on another, and I will be avenged. Death holds no fear for me.”
“Who said anything about killing you?” Kyle asked, as he got closer. “That would be too kind. I think, instead, I’ll torture you slowly.”
“That makes little difference to me,” the man said. “No matter what you do, you will never find her.”
Kyle bore down on the man, just feet away, and leapt at him.
But the man surprised him. At the last second, the man reached back and threw a handful of holy ash right into Kyle’s eyes.
Kyle fell to the ground, stunned, his eyes burning. Holy ash. A sneaky trick. It hurt like hell; he hadn’t had it in his eyes for centuries.
“I renounce you in the name of Satan,” the man said. “Let this holy ash destroy you, and let it send you back to the place from which you came.”
He threw down handful after handful of ash onto Kyle’s head.
But Kyle suddenly regained his strength and charged the man, tackling him hard, sending him to the ground.
On top of him, Kyle grabbed his throat, and squeezed.
The man stared back with eyes opened wide, clearly in shock.
“Stupid man,” Kyle spat. “Holy ash can only kill the weak of our race. I developed immunity hundreds of years ago.”
The man struggled for breath, as Kyle squeezed.
Kyle grinned wider.
“And now, it’s my turn,” Kyle said. “You and I are going to get to know each other. Very, very well.”
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CHAPTER TEN
As Caitlin, all dressed up in an elaborate gown, followed Polly through the door, she had to stop herself at the last second from stepping right into the water. She still couldn’t get over the fact that doors opened right onto the water, that one could step into the water as easily as one would step onto a sidewalk elsewhere.
As Caitlin stood there, at the water’s edge, in the fading sunset, she looked down at the rippling water, and was finally able to see her reflection.
“Look!” Caitlin said in amazement, grabbing Polly’s arm, in
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