Page 7 - This is a House of God!

I left the throne room running out of shock. I wasn't sure yet how he left me do that. All i could think in that moment was, how could it all be? Stefano allways said to me he hadn't been able to bring him back... that God hadn't allowed it or something, even with his "influence"... but, somehow, he was standing there, flesh and bones, bowing to Stefano. How?! How was it possible?! It didn't make any freaking sense! The contradiction was killing me. How dare him use God as an excuse?! Why didn't he fulfilled his word like he promised to?! Even more so... Why the hell was Ethan bowing to Stefano like he owned him something? Had he changed sides? No way... there was no away for that to happen... he always been there, assisting me, protecting me, caring and, loving me... once again, there was no way for that to happen, or there was it?

(...)

All i did was kept running and running 'till i came across a little chapel and stopped. Its door was semi-oppened; i approached caustionally, who knew what would beyond that door, another bloodsucker? I placed my hand on the door itself and oppened it slightly more. "Hello?" I called out. "Is someone ther?" I searched the place with only my eye movement. It was a bit dark; a faint light was trespasting through three huges stained glass windows centered on the far wall. I creeped in and tried to pull out my adventurous side and explore, but deep down i was as scared as a little scary cat. "Hello? Is someone there?" I repeated myself. Finally, a feminin silhuete rose up. She was kneeling before the priest's podium, it appeared that she was praying. That was odd. I was in a house of Vampires and, yet there was a being who actually believe in something above all species and gave its prayers to that identity? Fearing that might be some kind of supernatural being, i tried excuse myself. "W-Well... i-i'm sor--ry to ha-a-ave disturb-- yo-our... ahm... praying? I-I will seek myself out!" I backed a fews steps first for not to sound too rude, only then, i runned to the door, turning my back at her.

"Please, miss... stay!" Before i could reach for the door jamb, her sweet and, almost childish voice caught up to me. That couldn't have been any danger there. That was definitly not the voice of a monster. It seemed more like a inocent and vulnerable voice of a trapped girl. Just like me. I turned my back and faced her up front. I think i've seen her somewhere around. Her skin tone was the same as mine, she had black hair in a tied-up style, green eyes and was wearing a white's maid clothing. "I-I was just about finishing my praying...! Y-You can have the place...!" She stammered flustered. I look at her up and down. I surely have. "O-Oh! You're hurt, miss!" She said, noticing the irregular bloodstain on my top-sleeve. "Come and sit on one of this benches so i can wrap your arm propably and stop the bleeding." Her kind suggestion made me feel like there was still good people left in that horrible mansion.


I followed it suit despite the whole situation back there, on the throne room. "I've seen you, haven't i...? Who are you? What are you? Why are you here?" I asked as i sat down.


"That's not important right now..." She said while closing the door. "Better?"

I nodded. "Thank you." That simply act made me feel a little bit safier. "Can i at least know your name?"

"Aya." Simply said. "I know you're running away from him, from them... " The young girl pressed her body against the wooden door for a sec, trying to catch a breath herself. "... i, myself, am sort of doing the same. But, don't worry, they can't come here. It's a chapel after all."

I took a hand to my chest and let a sigh escape my lips for the first time in a few months. "That's a relief, for the first time..."


"Now..." Aya walk towards me and kneeled down before me. "Let me take a good look at your arm, miss."

"Sure." I sarted first off, slowly and carefully, rolling up the sleeve of the arm in question, i knew it would hurt like hell. I stretched my arm to her reach and let her observe it better. Seeing all the cuts and the brutal bruise through out my arm to my shoulder, she applied a little pressure on it to check the extension of the damage. I shruged myself in pain. "NG-H...! P-Please be careful, it hurts! It hurts a lot!"

A million possible expressions could have crossed her face, but Aya's downcast expression was almost too pitiful to bear.  "S-Sorry, miss... but-but you dislocated your shoulder."

I rolled my eyes in annoyence. "That's what I just needed."

"I have to put it to its place NOW or it will heal the wrong way and it will continue causing you a lot of pain." She warned.

"You can't be serious--..."

"Stay still, miss... I'll just put my hand on your shoulder and--..."

I cried out loud at the sudden and surly movement of my shoulder backwards. "HOLY FUCK! JESUS CHRIST!"

"Miss! Words!" I was scolded at my wrong choise of words. "This is a House of God!"

"S-Sorry!" I immediatly apologized, to both her and God himself; even if it meant in a indirect way.

"Now, the cuts... It's  a shame i don't have a disinfectant to clear the wounds..." She quickly got up and looked around the space for something useful as such. "Ah! Found it!" She came back with some kinf of a shell of which appeared to contain holy water. "New recipe~" She melodied.

I sighed in exasperation. "This is gonna hurt so bad...!"

"I'm your friend here, miss. So, bite your lip and SUCK it up!"

"H-Hey!" Where did this suden upfront atitude of hers came from? "I thought this was a House of God!"

"And it is!" Aya promptly said, ignoring the fact i tried to use her words against her. "I'm was not swearing!"

"B-But it is a bad word still!" I continued to protest.




                                  


Characters: Aya; Angella

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