Walking through the marble halls of St. Jackson’s church, Vin found his way to your room. It was well decorated. Not girly, just normal. Pictures of Jesus here and there. Smirking, he walked to your clothing drawer and picked up one of your underwear and smelt it. Too bad. You hadn’t used this one yet. He frowned and walked out of the room, stuffing the underwear in his pocket.

His ears picked up small prayers. You. Of course you were praying this late at night. It didn’t surprise him. So he followed the sound to the center of the church. The statue of Jesus mocking him. The bastard was the one that sent him to live in hell. He silently cursed him. Then his eyes landed on you, knelt in prayer. You had an ethereal beauty that made him want to break it, destroy it, tear it apart. He wanted to break you in, pop your cherry, do the world’s most sinful things to you. And he’d do it. In this very church.

With a snap of his fingers he appeared behind you. He smirked at the sudden tension in your shoulders.

“You poor thing.. I’m in debt to you..”

He felt you tense even more as he leaned in and whispered in your ear.

“You gave me my first goal in centuries.. and that is to break you..~”