Staying in the Church

It Was That Night

It was close upon midnight when we
saw the gentleman striding the
pavement.

We traded glances, imagining
what we'd do with the loot we'd grab.

Edwin and Gar took off and I behind, but skid in a pile left by a nag, and went down to land on my rump.

Twasn't a few moments took the world to stop spinning, and in front of me I see Gar lying in the road, and the gentleman leaning over Edwin. The gentleman looked at me, he did, and I saw the blood and the fangs.

I called out an oath,got meself up and gone so fast I left my hat.

I ran me straight home and lost my sense, for the next thing was me in bed, and old Marm asking what happened, and me not even able to talk. Someone got grog and after a few swallows I did tell them what I'd seen.

A few hearty lads thought of going out but Elspeth claimed I was drunk and the others must be worse and nothing I said could be taken as more than babblings.

I sat in me bed until sunrise, holding a crucifix I'd taken from a past victim, then lay back, telling myself was all dreaming until Cowan began shouting about Gar and Edwin being found dead, with deep bites in their necks from some beast.

And that's when everyone came round me using the word 'Vampire.'

The Church

Twasn't yet nine in the morning when I found meself at a church. I went in and never came out. Gave up my past life of street thug, layabout, drunkard and otherwise bad sort, took my orders and became Father Francis.

During the time between that night and me becoming a priest there were other reports of strange deaths.

As I'd taken a vow of silence I was hearing and saying nothing.

Every so often I'd get the image in my mind clear as t'were it before me. I prayed hard upon it, asking the memory be removed but it never left. I told myself Vampires don't exist and I must have seen something else. But it didn't help, for I know what I'd seen.

I'd seen Gar flat out on the road, arms outstretched, dead for certain, and Ed lying there while his blood was sucked from him by the fresh faced gentleman whose eyes had met mine. The gentleman who was out there, somewhere, waiting for me. Waiting to take my life, drink my blood, and go off, leaving me a corpse.

I'm a coward, I know. Ought arm myself with holy water, my crucifix and go out there and save the town, but I was afraid to step out of the church.

Sure I missed the pub and the women and the wasteful ease of a life I'd had before, but there is missing and missing, and when the choice was a woman and a pint and being feasted upon by the undead I stay in the Church.


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tomismobile 5 years ago from Oklahoma City

Another good story!


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qeyler 5 years ago Author

thought I'd try something new


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gmwilliams 5 years ago from the Greatest City In The World-New York City, New York

You are fantastic writer. You should get a publisher and write a book! This is awesome!


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qeyler 5 years ago Author

thank you...I'd love to be published...


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Eric Newland 5 years ago from Dayton, Ohio

You've got a fantastic talent for flash fiction. It's like a French dish: a lot of flavor packed into a small, savory morsel.


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qeyler 5 years ago Author

thank you Eric I try to make every word count

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