“You amuse me, Priest. And because of this I will spare your life. But do not consider this an act of charity. I have allowed you to live, and in return you owe me a debt. You will teach me about this God you so revere and I shall prove to you that he is as weak and frail as you are right now.”

“If that is your goal, then you shall fail,” the priest replied, “but I will teach you, yes.” He gasped.



“We shall see,” the vampire replied, ”Come, let’s get you to a hospital so you can be relieved of your wounds.”

“What should I call you?” the priest asked. The vampire hoisted the priest up onto his shoulder,

“Marcus. And you?” There was no answer. The priest had succumbed to the agonizing pain and lost consciousness, “Well alright then, Priest it is.” Marcus said, and as the shadows began to shift, the two evaporated into the night.

The priest snapped back to the present. He shook it off. These things were in the past now; thirteen years into the past to be precise. He let his mind drift off into sleep, but not before uttering a single name. The name was “Nevaeh"…

