Father Mearin lived a peaceful life in a peaceful community. He enjoyed his parish and the life he chose. As time went on, the community changed. Bad elements began to filter in, people went missing. Good people moved away, leaving vacancies for the bad. Father Mearin, determined to be the light in the darkness, vowed to stay and help those who wanted it. One night, he heard weeping within the church. Going down to investigate, he found what appeared to be a young girl kneeling before the altar and crying. As he approached, he noticed with a shock, that it appeared she'd been bleeding. As he knelt down to give her assistance, she looked up from her "prayers" and that's when he noticed she wasn't bleeding, she was crying blood. Before he could even make a move, she was on him, her teeth at his throat. Before he passed out from bloodloss, he almost thought he heard giggling. When he next opened his eyes, he knew something had changed. He felt...different. Not only physically, but mentally it was like something snapped. Or to be more accurate, he felt freed. He continues with his sermons and his masses. Only now they happen after dark. Usually after he feeds, but not always. Sometimes, he likes to sample from the flock. You see, that night, he had become Malkavian and from then on, has been known as Father Redeemus. God help us all. I was driving into work the other day, thinking about my days when I played Vampire: The Masquerade and this image and story popped into my head. It's not exactly as I saw it, but I think it came out pretty good. Let me know what you think and if you've made it this far, thanks for reading. I guess I'm prepping for Halloween a bit early? As always, I appreciate your words and thanks for looking.