Holy Timothy

Holy Timothy

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The first time Mary laid eyes on Tim, he was a babbling 6-year old with smudges of chocolate on his cheek. He had smiled at her, and had called her the 'pwettiest lady in the whole wold'. The last time Mary saw him, he was a Father Timothy. Dressed in white and purple robes, he was brandishing a cross while methodically sprinkling holy water at her writhing body. Had Mary known little Tim would one day tie her up, drag her to church, and exorcise the life out of her, she probably wouldn't have bothered saving his little ass that day at the train station. Had she also known that little Tim would one day bring her lost humanity back torturously, she would have readily taken his place at the train tracks for a quick and painless death. But Mary didn't know these things, so she saved little Tim – the foul Monster of the night swooping down to save God's holy little Angel. But, as with all things too opposite... ...the foul and the holy was just never going to work. Not together. Not apart. Not ever. Note to self: Vampire goal.
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Book 1 in the Blood Series (Under construction and editing) Prologue The full moon lurked over a town called Raven-wood Hills. This was a type of nightmare humans called The Dead Night. No one came out after dark when a full moon raked over the town. This night had been initiated in the early centuries when the pack entered the town. This was a night that the werewolves ruled the streets. They would roam around the town after the sun had fallen and the moon rose. Rumors of murders and the legends of werewolves roaming the streets had spread like wildfire. Yet some have tested that we don't really exist in "their" so-called world and they have perished in an instant. Some lucky ones who were blessed by the grace of the Alpha have survived and spoke about their experiences. One man, in particular, had a more interesting story than the others. The man had finally come out of hiding and spoke of the horrors he had witnessed. Oh, the horrors of a wolf that never leaves the Alpha's side. The man swears on his life he had seen Satan himself inside the she-wolf, he told the town that she was under the alpha's power doing exactly what he has asked of her. The man told the horror of what she would do with men and women who would cross her alpha, and he described this she-wolf as a gorgeous woman, her beauty was so alluring yet the coldness and hate in her eyes rendered you from getting near her. She had to be a Siren crossed breed, the man said. An evil temptress on land, the only horror that walked this earth. He warned the town. "Do not tempt and belittle the Alpha of the werewolves for, you will be placed under a spell of fear and death of this Siren Demon."

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