What do humans do when they face something horrible? Something that could kill them? Maybe, hurt them?
They pray.
They pray a lot.
Praying makes them calm. Makes them feel hopeful. They believe everything will be better now that they have prayed. It's so amusing that humans pray for every little thing makes them more miserable in my eyes. Every creature needs to know that everything depends on them... and their effort. If a lion pounces on you, then you need to fight back. Otherwise, you will die. That's what life is. I do agree having someone or something which is all-powerful makes you a little bit calm, which is the same for the vampires. But do you think gods have time to focus on your miseries?
No, they don't.
No one does.
So, does praying hell you in general?
I don't know. But to be honest, I don't care. I believe in a person's own efforts... because I, myself, have achieved everything by my myself, and myself only.
"Do you like the food?" asked Father Killian.
I nodded, "It tastes great. I do hope that I can ask you a question." I put down the glass and looked at him.
There were almost twenty humans around us. They were sitting at their tables, eating their food as we speak. Most of them seemed homeless... and idiotic. They think it's a buffet, where they can eat as much they want. Their faces were full of happiness, and there wasn't even a single person, who looked worried. This is weird.
Do they think zombies are playing outside as they eat their food?
Nope.
They are growling and salivating as they eat, waiting for a perfect moment to devour their flesh.
"What question?" asked Father Killian. He put down his fork on the table, and looked at me with a serious look.
"Your doors are open. Don't you think anyone can come in here?" I asked him.
Father Killian smiled, "I know. We keep our doors open to strangers like you, who we consider as our family. In God's house, every one of our brothers and sisters can get a place to live and survive."
Leonard frowned, "They are grateful for that. We are too. But what about supplies? Don't you think it's better to use resources judiciously?" He had a confused look on his face.
Good. At least he was thinking something. Idle brains aren't good to keep around. My gaze moved towards Nathan, who was eating like a fucking hippopotamus.
Father Killian's face turned cold. With a frosty voice, he replied, "God's been merciful to us. We have resources, and if we can help our fellow humans, then that's what we, servants of God are satisfied with." He slammed the glass on the table and stood up.
Without saying anything, he walked away.
"I am sorry about my brother's way of talking," I apologized. I felt someone kick me under the table, and not-so-surprisingly, it was Leonard. Okay, calm down. Let's deal with him later.
"It's fine," said Father Holler, waving me off slightly.
"I am serious, Father. What about protection?" asked Leonard.
Father Holler said, "Young man, that's our responsibility. Not yours. You can rest assured." His moustache was wet, and his eyes... were kind of beady. It was comical. Oh, I just want to laugh at me... but I can't. Not without breaking my character.
I looked towards the group of three humans siting at the table beside ours. Their conversation was... weird, for the better word. But I can tell something was going on with them.
"From tomorrow onwards, you should join us for the prayer. We pray three times a day. Sunrise, noon, and sunset. Today was your first day, and you three must have been tired," Father Ozef looked into my eyes, "so, we didn't call you."
They expect us to stay here.
Is it just their 'expectation?' Or, their wish?
Nathan put the tomato on his plate and took a bite out of his last potato. He had satisfied look on his face. Sauce was all over his face.
"Would you stop eating like this? You have food all over your face!" Leonard sneered at Nathan.
I laughed awkwardly and said, "I am sorry for my brothers' behaviour... we will be at the chancel first thing tomorrow morning."
"Fine," said Father Hollard. He had a small smile on his face.
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I sat on the bed while Leonard and Jacob sat on their assigned chairs. The room, which we are in, was modest. I mean, what do you even expect from a church? They aren't a hotel, are they? Although, I do hate the walls. Purple isn't really my choice of colour. Even brown seems better that wretched colour!
Leonard said, "You agreed to Ozef's request... or, order. Do you plan to stay here?"
"Why? Do you have any problem with it? Aren't you hoping that these so-called priests kill me and free you from my evil clutches?" I mocked him.
Leonard sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Can we please forget that? How many times should I apologize to you? I get it! I really get it! You are a strong, beautiful, dangerous, undefeated, unconquerable... seductive... vampire, okay?"
Wow. That's unexpected. Even if he is flattering me... I am impressed. Or, maybe he is being sarcastic. But who cares? I, for one, don't. Also, who doesn't want others to praise them?
Everyone does.
"Very good, Leonard. I am happy that you finally got it. Now, as for your question's answer... I am leaving it to the two of you. Just remember, they can't kill me," I said.
"We know!"
"Yes, we know!"
The two of them yelled simultaneously.
"Well, I am going to sleep now. You two, can sleep on the ground. And don't make any noise. Otherwise, I will break your limbs. Understood?" I warned them.
They nodded and didn't say anything. But the fear in their eyes said everything. Satisfied, I took a deep breath and let my back hit the mattress. I closed my eyes slowly, thinking about what I would do when I return back to my world.