Little Writings

An Unexpected Conversion

HI readers! This story is kind of odd, but I felt like writing something different so I give you this short story. There is a lot of symbolism in it so I hope you enjoy :D

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   Velvet's violet eyes peered through the stained-glass windows to St. William's church. There stood the calm, candlelit alter and on the center, a golden stand with what looked to be rays of light radiating from the center. In the center, rested the one Being whom she could never confront, not matter how much she yearned to. Every night, the man wearing varying colored garments would reverently place a small Wafer into that stand, and every night she tried to enter the church. Some sort of invisible carrier always kept her out.

She wanted to understand, she wanted to know what or who it was that people would pray to on that alter. She wanted to know why people crowded into this building to praise that very Being. Surely It was more than a little circle of bread. The only problem was that she was a monster, and no species of monsters could enter Catholic churches. After all, vampires were already not excepted into society.

Sighing, Velvet adjusted the hood of her black hoodie, pulling it further over her head. Several strands of her board-strait, black hair fell in front of her face. A sudden breeze whipped the strands against her face and carried a humid smell with it. Velvet figured it was rain and shoving her hands into her pockets, she turned to leave.

"Are you waiting for somebody?" a young woman asked.

Velvet looked up, her violet eyes meeting bright hazel ones. The woman's fire-struck hair hung in a braid that fell to her shoulder and she wore a simple grey sweater with a soft-pink blouse and jeans. Her skin was pal, but still a good few shades pinker than Velvet's white skin. The woman's eyes scanned her with concern and curiosity.

"No, I'm fine," Velvet replied, trying not to smile too brightly otherwise her fangs would show.

"Are you sure? I see you standing here every time I come for adoration," she persisted.

"Yes," Velvet told her. She realized that her gaze had slowly found its way back to the window.

"Want to come in?"

"No-I mean-not today," Velvet stammered, trying to avoid any explanations.

"Your actions speak otherwise but it is your choice," the woman smiled. "I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Pauline," she held out her hand.

"Velvet," she slowly reached out to shake it, wincing at the sight of her white skin.

"Pauline did not seem to notice when her warm hand met Velvet's ice cold hands, "Nice to meet you."

Velvet nodded.

"Are you sure you don't want to come in? It's peaceful and quiet and relaxing. And who knows, maybe you will have a change of heart."

Tears began welling up in Velvet's eyes. The woman did not understand how badly she wanted to go.

"I'm-I'm sorry, did I say something too personal? Did I upset you or annoy you?" the woman asked quickly, holding her hands in somewhat of a surrender.

Velvet wanted to laugh at how quickly this warm, welcoming woman suddenly became awkward. She also noticed that this young woman was probably no older than twenty. "No, it's alright," Velvet reassured her, wiping her eyes. "The problem is that I can't go."