The Vampire Servant (Editing)

An orphans prayer

"Dear God" My thoughts chanted, as shaking hands clasped together over the dark wooden bench directly in front of me.
"Hey, it's me, Marc again. It's been a while. I haven't talked to you since last Sunday, as per usual." A small ghost laugh escaped my mouth. "I have been very good this week like father has ordered. I hope that you can see that I'm trying. But it's just too hard to move on from my past. The parents and their children. Honestly, make me so jealous. I have never known what it's like to have real parents, or to be truly loved. Not saying Father hasn't treated me like his own son."

".....Marc"
'But it's just too hard. I know I always ask you this but please....'
"Marc"
'Allow me to meet with my parents, I want to know why they did what they did. There must be a reason right? So can I at least find out why?'
"MARC!!" An annoyed voice shouted. Followed by two ice cold hands, locking onto my shoulders. I felt my body jolt up in surprise.
"Hey, clam down man. I didn't mean to give you a heart attack."

Relief flooded through my veins. My heart beats began to slow down to its usual pace. Turning my head, two sky coloured eyes began staring into mine. Along with a goofy sideways smile.
"Craig, don't scare me like that" I pleaded. Still slightly shaking from my best friends sudden scare. In return, Craig held his hand up in defence. Making it look like he was just insulted.

"I was only calling you" Craig countered. "Besides, you don't actually have to pray every Sunday"
I only shook my head. "father insists." Dark brown strands of my hair fell out of place. But I ignored them. My friend only sighed.
"Alright. Mr. Goody goody" I smiled and began to laugh. Craig followed close behind. Our laughs echoed throughout the entire church.
"At least I'm not always being punished" my voice rang out through laughs.

Craig ignored me. As he continued laughing. His face turning a deep tomato red. My face must had been the same colour as his. Replacing my pale completion.

"Craig! Where have you been?" A high pitched feminine voice broke in. The sound of heals clicking against the hard old wooden floor replaced our childish laughter in an instant. My life long friends mother entered my field of vision. Her hands had clamped onto her sides, along with a look of anger. 'What did he do this time' I wondered.

"What have I told you about pestering this poor boy? He's already have a tough time as it is" she continued, muttering the last part. Craig gave her a clearly annoyed look. His mother, already used to her eldest sons behaviour ignored his look and turned to me.
"I am very sorry about my persistent son. Hopefully he will get the message this time and stop bullying you, poor boy" The already worried mother confessed.
"Don't worry about it" My voice barley whispered. I wasn't one to be as open as my friend next to me. Surprisingly enough. I'm the opposite.
"Nonsense. I know this has been going on too long. If you would like. I can talk to Father Marius about this."
"Ugh, mom your more annoying then me. Don't you have laundry or dishes to do?" Craig grunted. Crossing his arms leaning on the side of a church bench.

"Why do you think, I came to get you? Dishes haven't been washed meaning you clearly haven't washed them."
"Fine mom, I'm going"

My friend sent me one last glance and began to take his leave. His concerned mother leading him out. Both leaving as fast as they had came. Leaving me alone once again. My hands fixed the stray hairs that had remained out of place for a longer time than needed.
'Must be nice... Huh?' The two dark brown orbs that were my eyes landed down on a crumpled piece of paper sitting at the end of my toes.

I reached down and opened it. Craig's sloppy writing covered the entire large chunk of crumpled paper with only one sentence.

"Meet me here at midnight"
I sat back down on the bench and once again folded my hands into a praying position.
"God, what have I gotten into this time?"
Not surprisingly, I had gotten no response. Only my voice was heard, still barley echoing off of the walls. Father Marius, or father for short, was supposed to be away this week on some religious trip. This was the main reason that I was the only person attending church today. The people of my village slightly fear God. Mostly because Father told them that even missing one liturgy can send them straight to, well the dark place. But I think the people fear Father more than a giant bearded man sitting on clouds ready to strike people with lightning at any given second. Not that I blame them.

My arms stretched out above my head, tensing my muscles for a short period of time. Followed by my legs that had fallen asleep from all the sitting. My eyes scanned the old white clock near the entrance.

"Three o'clock, I guess I have plenty of time to clean."
I wandered down the church stairs ignoring the "do not enter" sign that I see every day. Don't get me wrong, curiosity has gotten to me. But I fear the punishment for even considering opening that door. Instead I moved towards the room farthest away. The room contained all cleaning supply's, and no light. My legs began to shake. Sure, a church was the "safest place on earth." But I can't help but fear the worst. For all I know there could be a demon, or some un-discovered monsters hiding. The palms of my hands carefully manoeuvred my body across the dusty unclean wall. That I will never clean due to this situation.

"Ahh.." My voice screamed. My foot had tapped something hard. Creating a clicking sound.
"This must be the ladder, so the broom must be..." My left hand reached down and grasped onto a wooden stick. Luckily, the broom was not far from the entrance. So I was able to make my quick escape before the creatures hiding in the dark could catch me.