[SIZE=1]It can be strange...going into a castle that so many believed held hope and help when you lost that notion so long ago. Destre felt a little like a ghost walking into the Cathedral that she spent many hours as a little girl. Since she had joined her pack, Destre just walked past it on the street, sometimes without a fleeting glance. Losing one's faith isn't as hard as some people think, Destre reasoned to herself as she walked across the ancient floor. So what was she doing here this late afternoon anyways?

It wasn't for prayer or confession. Rumors from the underground, some blood suckers were planning to show up. Destre just heard about the possibility of the meeting this morning. She wasn't the pack spy, and she wasn't trying to work her way into that position, but the rumor wasn't even validated. She didn't see the reason to involve their spy. Don't need to put him at the risk of blowing his cover on a scant chance like this. The church was mostly empty. It wasn't Saturday night, so there was no vigil in the offing and most of the tourists were already dining in quaint outdoor cafes.

Destre kept at her slow walk, scanning faces, but occasionally letting her dark eyes trace over the carefully carved stone. She spotted a few low ranking vamps. No one of consequence and they were more just window dressing anyways. A clang pricked Destre's ear back and she looked over her shoulder. Her hand tensed, ready to grab out a gun hidden underneath her black jacket but it was just a Brother that had been a little careless with the incense burner lid. Must have been hot, she thought to herself, letting herself relax again, her hand going back to her side. It shook twitchingly as she moved into a pew. She looked down to it with a furrowed brow, shaking it once as though to knock the twitches out of it. It didn't work and she clenched it into a fist several times, trying to ignore it.

The church grew quieter by the moment and it wouldn't be long before Destre found out if the rumor was true or not.[/size]

The meeting had been well arranged and would have gone as planned if not for some complications which prevented all the members from coming. All except John. This had been a off-day which John willingly gave up for the meeting, but now that it had been moved, John found himself in a church with nothing to do. He had considered attending a worship, but laughed at the fact.

Disguised as a catholic priest, 'James' walked back into the main room of the cathedral and looked up at the large statue of Jesus on the cross. He wore a full collar suit and a cassock, with a white tab collar. This entire concept of religion fascinated John, and he has spent quite a lot of his time studying up on them. One important information that John has crossed was that most people stayed in Christianity because of their fear of hell, rather than the love they had for their god. It had been because of this that John gave up religion as a whole, and continued to live his life without a specific belief.

Turning around at the empty seat, he put up a smile and kindly nodded at the few members who had been there. "Brother Thomas, young Andrew has asked me to call for you, perhaps its something important? Why don't you check up on him?" John lied in a kind tone. The monk of course, did as he was told and picked up the mess and continued on. John followed the monk, but stopped at the door and closed it. "Now I'm going to have to ask everyone to leave. There were some people who are coming to fix the lighting in some of the rooms, and they have kindly requested that they work alone." he lied again, but the visitors could not say no, and quickly picked up their stuff and left. John once again followed the people to the front door, but stopped when he got close to Jane. "And you...Aren't going anywhere" John said in a threatening tone as he locked up the front door and turned around.

Calming walking towards the front again, John stop by the corner and picked up a long stick that had been used to open and close the windows above. Then facing Jane's direction, he twirled the wooden staff and held it like a weapon. "The lord will punish you for your sins, beast!"

John readied the staff as the werewolf ran towards him, and took a quick swing into the air and missed his target as she crouched. Reacting instantly, he pull the staff back and went for a quick hit at her with the end of the staff. Once again he had missed and within the two strikes, she had gone from the pew to his side. John was only able to react fast enough to turn around and avoid a major organ. The stab from the blade shot a surge of pain through John's body, but to someone like John, the pain came with an immense amount of pleasure and John did his best to control it. Facing her, he quickly grabbed her before she would be able to react. With the blade still inside him, John held her shoulder and moved her neck, clearing just enough space for him to land his fangs.

It had been a long time since John had gotten himself some werewolf blood, and missed the distinctive flavor of the beasts. Aiming for her neck, he quickly snapped his neck and attempted to puncture her skin with his teeth. Then jumping back, John felt the blade rip out of him, and another wave of pain shoot over the wound. Already the wound was beginning to heal, but the pain had still remained as John dropped the staff and leaped towards the pew.

Landing on his hands, John rolled and stood back up, sliding out two butcher knives that he had hidden under cassock. "Remember that meal ye' took from me the other night? 'Ah want it back." John said in his formal voice as he sharpened the butcher knives against each other, creating a sharp, screeching sound. "I'm havin' doggie' meat tonight" John said as he aimed for her chest and hurled a butcher knife at her.

John grinned as the knife hit her, and licked the blood off his fangs. Although he had been certain that the knife would have killed her, John watched in amazement as Destre managed to pull the knife out and throw it back. John had only dodged it fast enough for it to slash a very deep wound into one of his arms, and knock him back.

Then as Destre moved closer to him with the blade, John changed his knife from the wounded arm to the other and slowly limped backwards, managing to block her attacks with his butcher knife. The blood from the two wounds had completely covered his clothes and coated the black fabric in its deep red color, and the scent of his own blood was starting to drive John in a frenzy. "...I never planned to carve ye' up....Just kill, n' blood you dry. I 'unno know 'bout the other 'bloodsuckers', but werewolf blood had always been one of my favorites, and that's a compliment" John said with an uneasy laugh as he continued to back away from her slashes. The laughing did nothing but cause his wounds to hurt more, but John didn't care at this point, it was a situation between life and death, and he needed a few good laughs to calm him down.

The only thing that could have been heard from the cathedral now, had been the sound of two blades hitting each other, and John constantly making wise cracks as he tried his best to dodge, or block her attacks.

"A child molester and a young boy walks through the woods at night..." John paused, another clash of their blades. "Then the boy looks up at the man and says 'I'm scared'..." he paused again, attacking back with a quick slash. "Then the child molester looks back and says 'you're telling me, I have to walk back alone.'" John said with another laugh as he continued to limp backwards. John knew that he would not be able to keep this up forever, and decided to end it there and then. It had been a silly thought, to just end a fight by asking to stop, but it had been that, or pull out a gun and see who shoots first.

John took another heavy step back, pushing some more of his dead weight on it to help ease the pain on his chest. Expecting another attack from the werewolf, John held his butcher knife up at his chest and waited for a split second. Like always in battles, the unexpected happened, and when Destre took the next step forward, she fell. At first, John did not know how to react. surely it had been a comical scene, but oddly, John didn't laugh.

He watched her hands carefully as Destre dropped her weapon, and it was then that John dropped his has well and pull out his gun. The butcher knife hit the hard floor and resonated a loud, metallic noise. Cocking the glock, John aimed it at her head, but hesitated. It had been in his honor code to not attack in these kind of situations, and rather fight to the death than kill an unarmed victim. So instead of shooting her, he dropped his gun as well, and turned around.

Then as he began to head back, John heard the gunfire, and stood still to let the bullet hit him. The bullet hit his rib and trapped itself deep in John's chest. Stumbling from the impact, John came down to one knee and coughed blood out onto the floor. He remained on his knees for a little while, but managed to bring himself together and stand back up. Pushing himself forward, John took his coat and gloves and slowly put them on, covering ever inch of his open skin to protect him from the sun. Then pulling up his hood, John took another look at the werewolf before he jumped through the window and walked out into the open world.

[John Exit.]