Chapter 1: Dem LEECHES
“In the year of our Lord 20XX those curs-ED ANI-mals rendered our society in ashES!” The priest enunciated, hands waving wildly, as the early morning sun basked his form. Silhouette, almost heavenly. “They've plundered hoMES, RIPPED the necks of their victims alive! ANIMALS ALL OF THEM!! But under the light our kind and merciful Lord Ireunias! Those leeches are kept at bay! Cleansing their pitch black impuri—”
“Tch, yadda yadda. Whatever. How long do we have to listen to this bullshit?” A red haired man scoffed while the pink haired twin pigtailed girl whispered screamed at him to shush down or the Father was going to make them clean the whole chapel again.
“What? I'm not wrong. Besides! We do this every fucking morning. It's getting boring! Not to mention we weren't even alive when the world went to shit.”
“Well duh! But, I still shiver thinking about the last time you dragged us down with you Callen!” She shivered, grimacing at the memory. “It took you, me, and Vesper 6 hours to just clean everything from top to bottom!” Callen rolled his eyes, clearly not even making an effort to care nor listen. The pink haired girl looked at me with puppy dog eyes urging me to say something to Callen. I looked at Ferns impassively. Heck, the hell am I supposed to do? Callen was as hot headed as hunters came.
“Come on Vesper! Say something!” *Ferns whispered yelled at me as she incessantly tugged at my sleeve.
“Ahem!” *We all freezed. Instead of standing in front of the chapel like he did earlier the priest was standing there menacingly at our row. Just our luck. The old pruned face turned into a deep scowl. Granted his face was always in a scowl but apparently it could go even deeper. “Is there a problem with my sermon Mr. Callen, Ms. Ferns and you Mr. Vesper?”
“I-I umm!! No!” Ferns squeaks out. Callen sat there passively, arms crossed, gaze defiantly sharp. The priest's expression was cold, then with a sneer of disgust turned away to address the whole congregation, hands cupped up.
“Do you even understand the importance of this organization? Do you even know why we fight child?” His throat wobbled like a turkey’s wattle. His throat squawking, trying to keep up with the volume the priest was expelling. “We ARE the LAST bastion against tho-those LEECHES! Without US, humanity’s DOOMED! I'm sure you'd understand Mr. Callen, Ms. Ferns, Mr. Vesper. The vampire hunters association has sent each and everyone of you on enough missions to more than understand the severity of this leech plague. Perhaps, cleaning the chapel from top to bottom will help you ponder your obligations." The priest didn't wait for their answer and thus here they were stuck, cleaning the damn chapel from top to bottom. Again.
