Prologue 3
Father Andrew pulled back at his hood on the frock
he wore before he entered the shady looking drinking establishment. The frock
of his was plain but covered with thick layers of dirt from his travels through
the war devastated land, also hid his other garbs of the Faith inside. The
journey he took was deemed to be 'plagued' by 'mis-trusts' and mis-fits,
therefore he was sanctioned to counter any threat with any means possible. He
was not any priest of the Faith, but a former trained servicemen, and therefore
he carried some of this tools with him, modified to protect him from the darker
foes.
But no foes were more deadly than the inhalation of
the smell of liquor, and distilled brewed drinks. He pulled again at his nose
for during his earlier days, he had been a participant on the consumption of
these drinks in questionable amounts. And with that, more questionable events
that made him took the oath to serve the Faith. It was for the Faith he had
taken this journey.
Father Andrew walked up to the bar counter, with
stealth movements avoided the other patrons indulging in their own drinking or
gambling sessions. He placed on the counter, gold sovereign; rarely seen in
these establishments, unless they are part of grand loot.
"I seek a drink of water and some information
on the whereabouts of one named Samuel Worthins." Father Andrew covered
the gold sovereign with his hand over it. A shiny piece like that attracts too
much attention. The bartender glared at the man standing there before his
counter offering him that gold piece. He was to reply when the drunkard down
the counter rushed over.
"I could tell you...." The drunkard was
shut off with a blow on the back of the head by a burly looking man who smells
of the illicit drink. The burly man pushed the drunk off the counter and stood
by the priest.
"I never reckon you would find me here,
Father." The burly man spoke up. He was dressed in the ragged uniform of
some smaller nations in Euro. They were overrun by some other nations and had
been declared an extended state of the victor. Despite the mis-fortune of the
nation, the man was armed with a sidearm and a dagger in his right boot.
"Sam Worthins, Father." The burly man
introduced himself. "Formerly of the Monastery...."
Father Andrew pulled the burly man to the far corner where there was a table. They sat down and faced the crowd still going about their activities.
"I need you to come with me, to rescue a
special child. He is in the care of the Monastery which may be under attack
soon." Just as Father Andrew told the other, he saw the new arrival. He
was dressed in the dark cloak and had a hood over his head. He stepped in and
pulled the hood, to reveal the scarred face. Among the patrons of the
establishment, another dozen stood up and revealed their true self; the Vampire
fangs.
"Kill them all." The new arrival spoke out
and the dozen of his hidden allies all proceeded to attack the other patrons.
Father Andrew was pulled by Sam to the nearby rear exit and rushed out. They
were confronted by three other Vampires, armed with machetes.
"I guessed they had it planned well."
Father Andrew told Sam Worthins. The priest drew on his sidearm which was a
pair Colt Navy 44 revolver hidden inside his frock. He one of the revolvers to
Sam.
"Mine' blessed by God and it contained silver
mixed with lead." Father Andrew told the other. "It contains the holy
blast."
Father Andrew took the first shot; he blasted the
left Vampire in its head, removing it altogether. The other Vampires were
momentarily shock, and then rushed at the duo with their machetes. Then Sam had
gotten over his initial reaction and shot the Vampire on the center while
Father Andrew shot the last one.
"The Faith had changed since my days." Sam
looked at his revolver. "Can I keep it if I find the boy?"
Father Andrew nodded and took back the revolver.
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