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She watched him religiously. In fact he had become her religion, since she had abandoned God long ago. She was there at every Mass, in the back, watching his every move. From the first prayer to the closing words, she always watched, always waited.
Adriana had been a vampire for 178 years. She had watched countless priests from the back of this very chapel. But none had caught her attention quite like Father Lucas.
She knew he was an Emeritus by his fascinating heterochromatic eyes - one green, one white. A descendant of millennia of satanic leaders. She was so curious about his parentage and how he had made his way to the light side.
His soft brown hair stuck out on the side, lending a boyish look to his sharp, Italian features. He had a slight frame, like many Emeritus men she had known before. But he held himself with confidence. She longed to know what he looked like under the black cassock. To know if he had inherited the family endowment that every Emeritus man was rumored to possess.
She snapped out of her thoughts as the service ended. She missed watching Father Lucas disappear into the halls behind the chapel.
Usually she would take a spot outside and watch him through the stained glass after he had led services, but today she felt the pull to feed. There were so many Catholic souls exiting the church, ripe for the taking.
She eyed a lone man. She'd never seen him before, but he had that boyish look that the young Father also exhibited and it intrigued her.
He is lunch today.
She made her way into his path and dropped her purse as she crossed in front of him.
“Oh!” She said in a girlish tone.
“Let me, Miss, “ the man said and bent to pick up her bag.
“Thank you so much. You are ever so kind.”
“Of course,” he answered.
Adriana lingered, giving the man a sweet look that invited him to say more.
“Would you like to join me for a walk?”
He fell for her trap with such ease, it was almost a turn off. But she took in his handsome face and imagined he was Father Lucas, and forged on with the hunt.
As she looped her hand around the man's offered elbow, she breathed him in. He was wearing a strong cologne that almost blocked the iron-tinged aroma of his blood.
“Are you new in town?” She asked as they walked slowly toward the forest path.
“I'm visiting for a few days while I help my grandmother recover from surgery. She asked that I stop in and pray for her at the chapel.”
“How kind of you,” Adriana smiled as she turned on the charm. “I am new to the area myself. It's a challenge to make friends in such a tight knit community.” She sighed hoping he would feel sorry for her loneliness.
“Maybe while you're here, we could be friends,” she posed to him.
The man stopped and looked into her crystal blue eyes. He was mesmerized by their beauty, or so he thought. In reality, she was using one of her strongest powers. She hypnotized him easily enough and he agreed to everything she asked of him.
The couple walked arm in arm into the forest while the other church members dispersed.
As they sat on a bench in a secluded spot, Adriana slid her palm up to his face and caressed the young man's jaw. “I promise I will not harm you, and you'll be able to help your grandmother after we are finished.”
Then, she flashed her fangs and bit, all the while longing for Father Lucas.
*
“I saw her again,” Father Lucas said to his friend and Deacon, Darrin Kincaid, as they gathered items for the Mass later that evening. “She was in the shadows, like she always is. Almost hiding in plain sight.”
“I have never noticed. You've got a keen eye for her.”
“It’s not like that… I'm a priest. I like to know all who are in my flock,” Father Lucas said as he picked up a tray and blessed a mound of communion wafers, whispering a quiet prayer.
His mind wandered as he completed the mundane tasks.
“Her eyes are so vibrant. A pale and cold blue. I'm surprised you haven't seen her. She's striking.”
Darrin could see that the young priest was turning thoughts of the woman over in his head.
“Maybe you should leave her in the shadows, for your soul's sake.” He said, chuckling and patting him on the shoulder. Darrin knew the young man's heart was for the Lord, but he was still just that… a young man. A mysterious beautiful woman could be a temptation that would be hard to resist. “Best to let her come to you in confession than to seek her out.”
Father Lucas agreed with the older Deacon and excused himself for an afternoon nap before evening services.
On his knees before his bed, the young priest prayed.
“Lord, I lay my soul bare for you, that you might show me the way to reach this young woman in the shadows of the congregation. Amen.”
When he laid down and closed his eyes, all he could see was her. The contrast of her jet black hair against her alabaster skin was so alluring. Her crystal blue eyes seemed to follow his every move, making him self-conscious in a way he had never experienced.
The young Father slid his hand down to his waist as his thoughts continued to dwell on the mysterious woman.
He imagined her speaking to him in a velvet wrapped voice. She would touch his shoulder and say something witty that only he could hear. Her perfume smelled of lavender and vanilla, intoxicating him from the first breath.
His hand found his firm cock and he touched himself as he rarely allowed himself to do. He let out a quiet moan as he imagined hugging her and running his hand through her black locks, her breasts pressing against him through his cassock.
Lord forgive me.
He stroked himself from base to tip in slow, rhythmic movements. His thumb rolled over his swollen head, gathering pre-cum that would make the act easier.
His hand glided up and down his shaft as he continued thinking of the woman. He thought about how pale her breasts would be. He wanted to touch them, caress them, suckle them. He imagined falling to his knees before her and lifting her skirt, revealing the dark black hair of her mound against ashen skin, hiding what he secretly desired.
His mind was racing, his hand pacing, as he thought of touching her and feeling her wetness for him.
He stroked faster as he imagined tasting her right by the altar, her hands fisting in his hair as he found her most sensitive spot and flicked his tongue around it, his licks bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
With eyes closed, he licked his lips as he continued the mental cunnilingus, his fist pumping harder at a punishing pace.
His tongue flattened and licked her folds in a wide swath upwards, returning to her swollen clit where he circled her until she began to shake around him.
In reality, his body convulsed in his modest twin sized bed, and as he let go, his mind saw her come to completion in his mouth.
His orgasm came from deep within as he spilled all over his hand, white spurts of semen shooting as far as his chest. He let out a groan of pleasure as he lay there quaking with desire for the woman in the shadows.
He whispered to himself. “I will make you my angel,” before drifting off to sleep.