Elena eased open the big wooden door as quietly as she could. The creeking sound echoed through the entire church as she walked in and closed the door back behind her. She walked between the pews slowly, her eyes wandering all over the place, observing every inch of where she was at. She marveled at the beautiful stain glass windows and the ancient feeling of the church known as St. Mary.

Pulling off her jacket, she tossed it upon a random pew and walked up on to the alter, looking around curiously. Curiousity was always a downside to her adventurous personality. She wore only a plain black shirt, a rather short black skirt, and her favorite pair of combet boots. Dust flew up from the ground every step she took and though it was very dark, she could almost see perfectly. Her violet eyes still looked about in the shadows anxiously.

I thought this is where I would find the rest of the Nephim coven, where is everyone?

She walked back down to the pews slowly and slightly disappointed. She had arrived here a couple of days ago and heard there were many vampires inhabiting the city of Demaitre. She hadn't met many other vampires in her few journeys, and was excited to know that she would find many others here. She had decided to join the coven known as Nephim, since it seemed to suite her best. But she hadn't met any around this place yet.

As she took a seat on the front left pew, it creeked slightly. She sighed heavily into the silence of the church. It was so quiet, but she was used to silence. She leaned back and closed her eyes.

The creak of the pew echoed in the still church, and, after the last vibration of sound faded away, the buzz of silence was complete. It was not just quiet, but dark. The generator had been cut off power years and years ago, and the lights on the ceiling looked dusted and untouched. All that was left for lighting were awkwardly new white candles, casting a scared, dim, and fragile light into the void of space that was known as the congregational area.

Darkness was what the coven thrived off of. Why ruin it?

Colton hadn't been 'home' all night. The two vampires were as different and night and day. Colton opened the door so quickly it had no time to whine its rusted complaints, shoved it shut, and strode down the isle, unafraid of his church, and seemingly not disturbed by the loud slam behind him. He kept his eyes downcast, his lower lip pulled up into a pouting position. Red trials marked their paths down his cheeks, some tears hanging--no, clinging--to his chin, not to be dislodged by his forceful steps of agony. He clutched in his hand two newspapers, one worn and crinkled, the other fresh, but obviously looked over. Something in the papers had caused his pain.

The figure did not notice the woman in the church until he had reached the front. She was sitting quietly, and he had nothing to say to that. Praying, perhaps, to some god he knew could not exist? How could a god throw someone into this devilish hell of stasis, never to change, to grow, to die? How could a god have no mercy for the woman in the paper? No, a god could most surely not exist.

With agony came a sense of injustified anger, moving the young vampire to speak. "Who are you, and why are you here." If anything, he sounded most like a detective interrogating a suspect, with a stern, yet not rude or angry voice. There also lacked a genuine feeling of welcome in his statement. Perhaps tonight just wasn't his night? The man was dressed like a college student, wearing simple blue jeans and an olive-coloured longsleeve shirt, as well as a warm hat and scarf. Quickly, as if she wouldn't notice, he ran a hand under his chin to collect his tears and fling them aside, then made an attempt at wiping his face of the red trails they had left.

Elena's eyes shot open as she heard the door of the church slam loudly. Her body tensed alittle as she heard loud footsteps walking between the pews to the front of the church quickly. She didn't dare turn around and look to see who it was, she assumed they would notice her when they reached where she was sitting. She let her head lower and focused her eyes on the floor, slightly nervous.

But why was she so nervous, she had been waiting to meet someone and they were finally walking right toward her. Not being accepted in this coven or even this city is what she feared. She hoped it was another vampire, she would feel silly getting all worked up over a mortal. The footsteps ceased suddenly.

"Who are you, and why are you here."

Elena heard the voice of a man and finally looked up. His voice sounded angry and annoyed, not quite the welcome she had been waiting for. She studied him closely and wondered why his face was streaked with dark red tears. She noticed his eyes the most, like she did most people. She also noticed that he looked very angry and she hoped it wasn't entirely her fault. 'I had probally just worsened whatever his situation is.' she thought to herself and looked at him slightly sympathetically. He must be a vampire, he certainly had the appearance of one. His questions dawned on her and she responded as calmy as she could, her violet eyes focusing on his.

"I'm Elena, and I am here to join the Nephim coven, ....hopefully."