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Faith	By : BishiMistress Category: +S to Z > Trinity Blood Views: 6602 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1: She Came in With the Rain

It was raining torrentially and the wind was bitterly cold, cutting through clothing and rattling windows in buildings. The only person brave enough, or foolish enough, to be outside in such horrendous conditions was trudging her way down a long cobble stone street. Though she pulled the collar of her jacket up to protect her face, she looked all the while for a place to stay until the weather settled. She meant to walk to the other side of town, but the sudden dump of rain was making her wish she�d stayed at the train station. The only light in the dark street poured warmly through the stained glass windows of an immense church not far ahead. She smiled scathingly into the dark, knowing she had no other choice, knowing they would not turn her away.

She reached the great double front doors moments later and stopped just short of actually taking the handle. Shaking her head, she pulled and easily opened the door, sliding into the warmth of the church. Pulling down her hood, she gazed around the dim light of the dozens of candles. A thought occurred to her then just how strange it was that the church was all marble and stone, yet it was as warm as a cozy cottage. She propped her umbrella against the wall by the doors and proceeded up the center of the pews, gazing up at the enormous crucifix fixed to the wall across from the front doors. She�d always thought that crucifixes were morbid and the look of pain on the savior�s face struck her as vile.

She stared at the crucifix, horrified with the idea, a strange look mussing her facial features as she considered it. She was so taken with her own thoughts that she didn�t even notice the priest slip out from the shadows behind the rectory entrance. He watched her quietly as her face contorted with a strange look, somewhere between disgust, anger, and sorrow. It was not the first time he�d seen that look on a beautiful face. He stepped forward, finally catching her attention. She considered him stoically.

�Good evening, Father.�

�Good evening, child. Have you come to confess?� He studied her further over the rim of his glasses. She chuckled derisively.

�No, Father, I�ll not confess tonight. My sins could not be properly told in one night. I�ve merely stepped in for quiet contemplation and refuge from the weather. If you are seeking to close up the church for the night, I will take my leave.�

�No, no, not at all. There are not that many souls who wander here so late in the night unless they are in urgent need of absolution.� He smiled warmly, despite her quiet jibe.

�No, I imagine there�s not much traffic here except on sundays.�

�Quite right.�

�Tell me, Father... do you entertain questions? Or is your faith so absolute that you�ve never even questioned it?� She expected him to be affronted, but he merely smiled warmly, comfortingly at her.

�My dear, there is nothing to be said about being blindly faithful towards anything. I have questioned for many a year before coming to my own conclusions.�

�Mmm.� Even as she found herself turned off by his profession, she was drawn to his good looks. His long silver hair was pulled into a neat ponytail and his stark black outfit left everything to her imagination, which was currently running amok. She suddenly found her licentious thoughts drifting away from her as she wondered how long it had been since she had last properly spoken to someone. As she realized she had been staring at the priest, her cheeks flushed and a strange unreadable look crossed his features.

�It has been a long time since I last spoke with another person . I forget that I can be...abrasive.�

�No need to apologize, child. I understand that there are other views in the world than my own.� He smiled again and she found herself flushing again. �Are you feeling well? You look flushed.�

�It�s only the temperature change. It is quite cold outside.� Not trusting herself and her own thoughts, the young lady dropped her eyes to the marble floor. �I can leave, Father, if I am a bother.�

�Nonsense. Sit, contemplate. I�m afraid I won�t be much entertainment though. I must attend to the church, but you�re welcome to stay as long as you like.� With a warm smile, the priest did as promised and went to tending the candles, doing various chores around the pews. He was quiet as he worked and the two distracted from their own thoughts to steal glimpses at one another. The priest was curious about her and drawn to her despite himself. She was quiet and she pulled a notepad and pen from an inner pocket to scribble notes, her lips moving ever so slightly as she wrote.

He couldn�t help but smile at her intensity as she wrote, wondering vaguely what she wrote about. She suddenly snapped her notepad shut and buried it in its pocket, catching site of the priest�s gaze locked on her face. She flushed quite brightly and dropped her gaze to the floor as the priest cleared his throat and stood straight, dusting off his hands. Moments later he came and sat on the pew a few feet away from her. Her gaze was fixed on the crucifix again, her face blank.

"Why do humans suffer such visions of agony willingly?�

�The crucifix is meant to remind us of the Lord�s infinite love for humans. Look at the suffering his son went through for us, that is the message of the crucifix. Many humans see this as a permanent cloud over their heads, forever reminding them that the Lord demands our perpetual prayers of forgiveness. It is perhaps a harsh and easily mistaken way of directing the proper message.�

�Why does such agony exist anyway, Father? If we are the beloved children of God, why are some of us left to suffer, while the corrupt reign over those sufferers and sometimes even in his name?�

�My child, I do not have all the answers you could seek, but I can offer my own views.� He smiled warmly over his glasses and she found herself truly eager to hear his answer, her earlier cynicism lost in the light of the priest�s smile. �I believe that God lets situations pan out sometimes before he steps in. There are many many children and many situations that beg help. He may not answer immediately or in precisely the manner we desire, but he is always listening. We must not forget that we also create many poor situations for ourselves. It isn�t always the case, but a good portion of the time it is.�

�What about the starving orphans in the street? What about the children that die cold and alone?�

�They have been given the best gift of all, the pleasure of a seat in heaven.�

�How do you know that Heaven is there and that God listens? What if they have merely died and are rotting in a dismal grave somewhere? What if the only salvation to speak of is that given freely from our peers?�

�Some salvation can be found when fellow humans offer it in whatever way they can, but the final salvation shall be found within God�s infinite love and wisdom.�

�Yet, while humans claim that God is infinite love and wisdom, there are some children who are shunned and denied this supposedly infinite love. And beyond even that, they are sent into complete damnation and an eternity of agony and pain. God�s love doesn�t seem so infinite.�

�My child, you are so sure of the torture of Hell, yet continually question the bliss of Heaven? Even in nature we can see the duality of what we would label evil and good. However, do we not suppose that the Lord created nature? Could he not then bend the rules and show all his children his favor?�

�You suggest, Father, that God allows even thieves, murderers, and blasphemers into the light of Heaven?�

�I suggest that he has the capacity. A true parent never stops loving their child, even if they commit unmentionable atrocities.� At this the young woman turned almost angrily to the priest.

�Father I daresay I can prove you quite wrong on that point. Some of us are quite unloved by the monsters we were born to without ever having committed such atrocities.� Her eyes shimmered in the dancing light of the candles.

�My child, humans say things that they don�t mean when they are angry--�

�She told me she never wanted me...� Her tearful whisper silenced the priest and he merely watched her profile, unsure of what comfort he could offer.

�Sometimes unexpected gifts are the best.�

�Imagine... a priest playing devil�s advocate.� The young woman�s smile was so sad he reached a hand for her shoulder before he checked himself and stayed his hand. �Am I so repulsive, Father?� Her stoic gaze rested on her own boots as she whispered her question. The pain in her voice ran deep into the priest.

�Child, you are far from repulsive.� He longed to comfort her and shrugged off his worries of offending her, gathering her in his arms and pulling her close, petting her hair.

�Alexandra.�

�Ah, a royal name. Beautiful Alexandra, you could never be repulsive.�

�Father, you don�t know me. I could be a horrible person. How do you know I�m not repulsive?�

�I can feel it.� She felt quieted at his soft explanation and comforted by the support of his strong chest. Her thoughts dwelled on the warmth that gathered between them as he held her and she found herself turning her face into his chest and snaking her arms around him. He continued petting her hair and she found that she was silently thrilled with the trimness of his waist and the steady thumping of his heart. She tried to pull away before she ruined such a delicate encounter with the gentle priest, but he held her fast. She closed her eyes and inhaled his unique scent. He didn�t smell like dingy dusty church, but he smelled masculine and refined, something she remembered, but couldn�t quite place.

The priest never showed it, but he suffered a similar condition in the presence of Alex. Her scent was familiar and comforting, but he had no trouble placing how the scent was familiar. Her scent was warm and feminine and reminded him of someone he hadn�t seen in a dreadfully long time. He was suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss her passionately and tell her all the things he�d never told her ghost. He denied his urges and released her, smiling warmly.

�I could be a murderer. I could be a vampire.� The priest smiled at her taunting.

�I don�t believe you are.�

�Mmm.� Alex took advantage of the closeness to truly examine his features. His face was quite smooth and flawless, his features straight and almost startlingly even. He looked far too young for his silver hair, which looked silky and completely undamaged. Her eyes drifted to the small expanse of throat that could be seen above his high priest�s collar. Shaking her head almost imperceptibly, she turned away. Her motion was not lost on the priest who began to conceive that she may actually share his feelings of attraction.

�Father, do you truly believe that salvation can always be found?�

�Yes, Alexandra, I do. Do you truly think you�re beyond saving?�

�I know I am, Father. I left the path so long ago, I cannot remember the way back. I have lived my life in hatred. This is the first church I have been in since I was a small child. I haven�t prayed in almost as long. I have given God the cold shoulder, and I don�t know how to change my ways.�

�Just because you haven�t spoken, doesn�t mean he hasn�t listened and watched over you.�

�Watched over me...� Her voice trailed off as she contemplated.

�Do you have somewhere to stay tonight, Alex?�

�Yes, I need to make it across town. I�m supposed to check into a hotel there.�

�Across town? In this weather? Hmm...�

�I�ll make it fine. I�ve almost dried out by now.� As soon as Alex finished her sentence, thunder struck loud and rumbling not far off. The commotion made Alex start and she barely managed to contain a loud yelp. �Maybe...someone else has other plans. I�ll make it, I�ll be okay.� Alex tried to look confident, but was not looking forward to making the trip.

Okay, that's it. It's my first fic ever put out for others to see, so be gentle. Flames will be deleted without being read. If you're own ego is so small that you have to bash on people who are brave enough to open up to criticism, then you shouldn't even be here and I will send my bishi harem after you in your sleep. Questions and criticisms are welcome, so long as they are constructive and nicely placed. I don't expect much from this section though since there doesn't seem to be a big interest from anyone else in the TB series. Much love, until next chapter.
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