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Will entered the chapel at about the same time that Cookie and Hunter did. Cradling the sobbing Amber, Will called out for the priest. "FATHER MICHAELS!"

Entering the main chapel from the back, Father Michaels took one look at Amber's distraught form and quickly strode over. Taking the young girl into his arms, he held her tightly as he whispered comfort. "Shhh, my child. Shhh. It shall be well."

Cookie moved next to Father Michaels to add his own comforting, while Hunter regarded Will with an appraising look. "What be the situation, lad?"

"Jaffar is dead, killed by a gang of vamps. Amber's the one who had to bring the body in. It should be in the infirmary's morgue by now. Hunter, see to the preparation of the body and arrangements for a funeral. Father Michaels, Cookie, please comfort Amber and anyone else who might need it in the face of this tragedy. I'm going to gather up some people and teach the vamps of the city why they don't mess with one of ours."

Striding towards the doors with a purpose, his bloodstained clothes and readied shotgun giving him and frightening appearance along with the steely look on his features, Will was prepared for war. He was stopped ofr a moment by Father Michaels voice. "William!"

Turning, he saw the older man looking at him with determined eyes even as he continued providing comfort to Amber. "Show them the righteous fury of the Lord God almighty, William. Be the instrument of His wrath, and bring His judgement to the unclean creatures who have committed this sin. Go with God my son, and rain fire and damnation upon your enemies."

Will just nodded in acknowledgement, turned back around, and left. He had a fallen friend to avenge, and a whole lot of vampires to kill before that vengenance could be completed.


(exit to Armory)

((NPCing as Father Michaels and Cookie))

Father Michaels smiled sadly as he watched Amber flee from the chapel, running after Will. He turned back to Cookie and asked him the question that was on both men's minds. "She'll never truly recover from this, will she?"

Cookie was more than just a cook, he had degrees in counselling and psychology, making him a true boon to the Hunters as he'd been providing comfort and counselling long before the priest had arrived here. The large African American male just stared after Amber's retreating form sadly, only meeting Father Michaels gaze once the girl had gone out of sight. "No, she won't. She's at a certain age, where things will affect her the most strongly. She'll always bear the mental and emotional scars from this. I doubt she'll have any interest outside of hunting for years to come, and will probably develop a fear of relationships. That's just how great this sort of trauma is."

Is there nothing we can do for her, then?"

"We can be here for her, comfort her, let her know that she's not alone. Other than that, this is one battle she has to fight in her own mind."

"There's one thing we can do that you forgot to mention."

"What's that, Father?"

"Pray."

Putting words into action, the priest knelt down to prayer as the shef went back to his kitchen, waiting for when he'd be needed again.

Eve walks in slowly, her face chalk white. Last night seemed odd, to odd for her own knowledge. Though the man she met the night before seemed kind, she saw something in his eyes, on his face...in his mouth, that seemed un-natural to her. As she walks into the chapel, she sighed, hugging herself as she turns to deep thought. She stops in the middle of the chapel, slowly putting her hands to her head and squeezing her hair, a sharp ringing to her head comes forth. "Leave...me be..." She says in a weak voice, her eyes stinging with hot tears. She is a very, very religious young woman, and fears being possessed. If she had any insane fear, it would be possession of her body. She was constantly praying for forgiveness and telling the devil out loud to go away, so that she does not have the notion to sin.

She then rushes to the front, then falls to her knees, her head in her hands as she sobs tears of pain. She hated being alone, and worst of all she was in fact alone. She knew no one, this once over joyed seventeen year old has now fallen to her disadvantages, her depression and fears, unable to find a way out of this hole for fact that she is torn from her parents because of school, and she had no way to go back. She prays, prays on her knees in front of the cross, prays for God to take away her pain, and bring back the joy she had just a weekend before.

Ben wasn't a religious man, infact he didn't believe in anything really. He entered the chapel and around him, he dipped his finger into the holy water, it stung a little, *stupid blood*. He walked up to the alter and sat down on the floor.

Kaji walked into the chapel and smiled a bit as he saw Tyler in there, he was sure that he had read his note. On the way here, Kaji stopped by the Armory and dropped his sniper rifles and pistols off. But his throwing knives stayed in his pockets. He walked over to Tyler and sat down in the pew neear him. He spoke in a quiet tone of voice, even though it echoed loudly, "Tyler, as a fellow Lycan, I can't let you throw yourself in front of someone who challenges the alpha." He looked up at him as his icy blue eyes flashed gold, "But you can with me by your side."

tyler was getting impactent... somthing was wrong... "s**t. i'm not waiting any longer, i'm going out to find will!" (exit haven)

Bryn walked into the room and looked around with reverence. How many people before her had come here to pray or to question the priest about moral issuses? She set her dufflebag by the enterance and walked up to the front of the room. She knelt before the alter and started to pray.

"Dear Father, I pray that you will protect me and guide me safely through this time in my life. Keep me strong and allow me to continue to protect those that can't protect themselves. Amen."

She stayed there, kneeling for a long time, contemplating what could happen to her in this city. She might die here, far away from her home. But one thing was certain, she would not let her worries get in the way of her duty.