Even if he was a priest, Gerard had grown up with an interest in the occult. Not that he thought they were actually real, but he'd always been a fan of horror and similar things. Honestly, sometimes he felt as though he wasn't all that 'priestly' to begin with. A smoker, a horror movie fan, listener of music some older folks in the church would consider demonic (God forbid anything have an electric guitar in its composition)- he wasn't even that old. Most priests were much older than he was, but alas.

Gerard was alone tonight, still within the church's walls by the main alter. The pews stretched on behind him, empty and silent. He wasn't aware that just outside stood a lone vampire, hovering at the church's unlocked entrance, the door cracked open as of coarse, Gerard hadn't left and therefore hadn't locked it. He knew them, always saw them hovering at the entrance looking almost guilty and talking to him there, but he had never seen them inside the church itself. It was odd, but anytime Gerard asked, he was met with some excuse. Not that it was his place to pry, of course, but it made Gerard wonder.

But there they were, making his way inside as quickly as he could. He felt himself burning, his body rejecting the holy space immediately. How was he meant to repent like this? If God had done this to him, then why wasn't he allowed to fix himself, to at least try to fix himself? Why did he have to be punished like this?