Chapter Seven-Exorcism

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Quote: "Since the primary motive of the evil is disguise, one of the places evil people are most likely to be found is within the church. What better way to conceal one's evil from oneself as well as from others than to be a deacon or some other highly visible form of Christian within our culture", unquote, Doctor M. Scott Peck, (May 23, 1936-September 25, 2005), author of 'The Road Less Travelled: A New Psychology of Love, Traditional Values, and Spiritual Growth', (1979).

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PART TWO

The shining light dwindled to nothing.

"Turn the light on, Albert".

"Fine!".

He hated to argue with his wife. He was concerned about the Reverend and Priests who were dead. Cardinal Robers hadn't arrived at Church.

Nor did the other Priests.

He wore a black colored tail coat, black colored breeches, a black colored belt, and black colored boots on his feet.

He kissed her.

"Talia, I need to go. If the Church is in trouble, they could ask for an exorcism". He hoped that nothing would happen.

"Cardinal Marks won't approve one. There's no evidence that they're dead. And...". She wore a white colored nightgown.

"Something has happened. They've vanished for two days. And nights. I feel that...". He was cut off by the loud shouting that came from outside.

He opened the front door.

"Pray tell, what is...".

And, to his horror, he saw several possessed villagers. Their hands were tied with rope; their fingers were clawed, rotting.

"They're possessed, Priest", a village man told him.

"Demons".

"Aye, an' Vampires. See the two puncture wounds?". He let him see. Father Albert, (as he was formerly called), shivered.

"I need permission to do the ritual. I'll...".

And he was cut off by the unearthly screams of the possessed. Their red colored eyes homed in on the Priest, as he screamed with horror.

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The Vampires glided away from the possessed.

The war was growing now.

More dark clouds hovered above the ancient cemetery. They flew over the gothic, vampiric, gates. Once they landed on the hard ground, a cold, biting wind, hit their pale faces...all of them bared their sharp, bloody fangs...and opened the black colored coffins that were in the middle of the cemetery. The breeze blew harder.

"It's time feed. The moon is full. And the humans are now turned. We must be very careful. I hope that our kind's bloodline shall continue".

The Vampire gripped a black colored axe in his right, clawed, hand. Its sharp top was stained in blood. Old blood.

He looked around to see whether other Vampire families would kill them. Power was full of danger. And, for him, the price for power, was death.

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