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Shortly after burying the old priest who raised him, an old world priest is bitten by a vampire and lingers near death. Although he has devoted the past 20 something years of his young life to the Church, he reluctantly admits that he is terrified of death because...what if everything he holds as absolute truth is dead wrong?
The vampire that bit him finds the suffering of the priest's soul quite comical and taunts him as he lays dying.

"Your Christ cannot save you, you wretched and ridiculous servant. But I can. You must simply give up your life's pious dogma and become mine. Of all the questions and doubts ringing in your head at this most crucial moment, the only one that really matters here and now is "Will you...or won't you?"
The priest clenches his jaw against the answer that his survival instinct wants him to scream. He looks from the grinning vampire bending over him, to the crucifix hanging on the wall of his stark chamber. "Oh God...please...Father, I'm afraid." He squeezes his eyes shut and tears spill from the corners.
"I can wait. I have all the time in the world. You, my pathetic pet, unfortunately do not." The vampire's rich laughter fades from the darkened room. "I'll be close by. You have about an hour left...maybe. It only takes you saying 'take me' and it's done. Decide quickly. Remember, I go to bed at dawn."
With a whisper of satin, his tormentor is gone. No boot heels echo his leaving.
The priest gasps and breaks into weak sobbing. Curling his knees to his chest like a terrified child he whimpers again "Father, please...I don't want to die."
His lips part and his clutched rosary clatters to the floor and breaks. Beads roll in every direction. As his vision darkens toward unconsciousness, his eyes roll to Christ on the cross. "I'm sorry. Only you can know what I feel. I am weak. I am...I can't. You knew the truth I cannot understand." The cross blurs as the priest loses his sight, inching toward death. "Father, forgive me. I'm sorry."
With his last breath nearly inaudible he whispers "Yes, please take me. Oh God, I'm so sorry."
The air stirs with sudden motion, a figure looms above him.
"That was fun! I knew you'd see it my way. Your kind always does."
A warm rush of blood spills over the priest's blue lips and into his mouth.
"You're not His anymore. You're mine now. And I do so love a new toy, especially a broken one."
The fallen priest gags and gulps the liquid that strips his mortal life away. And his immortal soul.
The vampire only laughs. "By the way, my boy, you were right all along. Everything they told you is true. Except for me. If they ever told you anything of creatures like us, they couldn't really know unless they'd already been beyond the grave. Crosses, holy water, all nonsense. The only thing you need fear is the sun. That I'm afraid is true. Speaking of which, we must hurry. Daylight comes soon and I know you don't want to die. Especially not now that you've given your soul to the darkness."
Still weak from the transformation, the once-priest has to be carried by his new master. The vampire rushes through the predawn streets and leaps onto rooftops with the ease of a cat. They are not flying exactly, but to his new ears the priest thinks they are. All he can here is air rushing like a tide.
"You will sleep for several days," the vampire tells him. Then with a wolfish grin he finishes "and when you wake, it will be with a hunger you've never known and cannot ignore."
He is set down in soft dirt what must be a musty basement - no, it's a crypt! He feebly protests, but a heavy wooden lid is shut over him. As it closes, the vampire giggles through the crack "Sleep tight, my toy. You should hope you don't dream. They will be...unpleasant." With that, he is sealed in his coffin.
Against hope, he did dream, and the vampire was right. They were most unpleasant.

Description
Shortly after burying the old priest who raised him, an old world priest is bitten by a vampire and lingers near death. Although he has devoted the past 20 something years of his young life to the Church, he reluctantly admits that he is terrified of death because...what if everything he holds as absolute truth is dead wrong?
The vampire that bit him finds the suffering of the priest's soul quite comical and taunts him as he lays dying.

"Your Christ cannot save you, you wretched and ridiculous servant. But I can. You must simply give up your life's pious dogma and become mine. Of all the questions and doubts ringing in your head at this most crucial moment, the only one that really matters here and now is "Will you...or won't you?"
The priest clenches his jaw against the answer that his survival instinct wants him to scream. He looks from the grinning vampire bending over him, to the crucifix hanging on the wall of his stark chamber. "Oh God...please...Father, I'm afraid." He squeezes his eyes shut and tears spill from the corners.
"I can wait. I have all the time in the world. You, my pathetic pet, unfortunately do not." The vampire's rich laughter fades from the darkened room. "I'll be close by. You have about an hour left...maybe. It only takes you saying 'take me' and it's done. Decide quickly. Remember, I go to bed at dawn."
With a whisper of satin, his tormentor is gone. No boot heels echo his leaving.
The priest gasps and breaks into weak sobbing. Curling his knees to his chest like a terrified child he whimpers again "Father, please...I don't want to die."
His lips part and his clutched rosary clatters to the floor and breaks. Beads roll in every direction. As his vision darkens toward unconsciousness, his eyes roll to Christ on the cross. "I'm sorry. Only you can know what I feel. I am weak. I am...I can't. You knew the truth I cannot understand." The cross blurs as the priest loses his sight, inching toward death. "Father, forgive me. I'm sorry."
With his last breath nearly inaudible he whispers "Yes, please take me. Oh God, I'm so sorry."
The air stirs with sudden motion, a figure looms above him.
"That was fun! I knew you'd see it my way. Your kind always does."
A warm rush of blood spills over the priest's blue lips and into his mouth.
"You're not His anymore. You're mine now. And I do so love a new toy, especially a broken one."
The fallen priest gags and gulps the liquid that strips his mortal life away. And his immortal soul.
The vampire only laughs. "By the way, my boy, you were right all along. Everything they told you is true. Except for me. If they ever told you anything of creatures like us, they couldn't really know unless they'd already been beyond the grave. Crosses, holy water, all nonsense. The only thing you need fear is the sun. That I'm afraid is true. Speaking of which, we must hurry. Daylight comes soon and I know you don't want to die. Especially not now that you've given your soul to the darkness."
Still weak from the transformation, the once-priest has to be carried by his new master. The vampire rushes through the predawn streets and leaps onto rooftops with the ease of a cat. They are not flying exactly, but to his new ears the priest thinks they are. All he can here is air rushing like a tide.
"You will sleep for several days," the vampire tells him. Then with a wolfish grin he finishes "and when you wake, it will be with a hunger you've never known and cannot ignore."
He is set down in soft dirt what must be a musty basement - no, it's a crypt! He feebly protests, but a heavy wooden lid is shut over him. As it closes, the vampire giggles through the crack "Sleep tight, my toy. You should hope you don't dream. They will be...unpleasant." With that, he is sealed in his coffin.
Against hope, he did dream, and the vampire was right. They were most unpleasant.