Today’s prompt inspires a repost of a snippet on Faith in a Vampire. Vin’s specifically as he attempts to walk on hallowed ground with a beleif that his god will strike him down dead.
Lost in the lives of others I hadn’t noticed when we’d gotten to our destination. The cathedral was beautiful and was a place I never went I wasn’t religious – no Venatori truly was.
“We can’t go in guns blazing.”
“Some of us can’t go in at all.”
I looked at Vin and frowned, “You were a good catholic boy growing up?”
He nodded. “Then let me be the first one to tell you, it’s is your human beliefs that burn you from the inside out. God, as you know him, doesn’t care if you are vampire – undead. Your soul stayed with you. You are not a mindless killing machine. He created vampire with man and demon and angel. He created dragon and aeternus. He created all life on the planet and you think he cares if you step foot in his place of worship. Humans tell you lies in the guise of religion.”
“But it is still my belief.”
I nodded. “You can wait outside.”
Vin growled. “If I burn to death it’s your fucking fault.”
I turned to the vampire body guard. He’d been with me since I woke now. “Do you trust me?”
He blinked at me as if he couldn’t believe I was asking him. I stepped on to the sacred ground crossed the threshold that kept vampire at bay. That invisible line from scared to unholy and held out my hand. “Trust me Vincent.”
Everyone else stepped across, though Ant hesitated a moment.
Vin laughed, “See even the big bad son of Il Cane is afraid of scared ground.”
“Afraid, but I believe.”
“In what?” Vin asked Ant.
“In Nox. I know it’s a truth but like you was raised with the belief. The fear was there – my mother believed but she walks the line all the time too. But there is always fear. What if I don’t believe enough this time. So this time I place my faith in Nox’s hands. He is not my god. He is not my king. He is my friend. And I know as long as I don’t violate his trust he will always find me – save me. Ryan’s believed for so long, I finally understand.”
Vin laughed. “Trust in the boy.” He took my hand. “They said.” He took a step across the line tentatively like he’d burst into flames at the thought of it. And then another. “You won’t burn they said.”
Vin only nodded. “Nox.”
“I swore this oath to an unworthy man once upon a time. I swear it to you know. I swear that I shall faithfully execute all that you command, that I shall never desert the service, and that I shall not seek to avoid death.”
And in that moment I knew Vin’s past – he’d been a Knight of some King in some age long forgotten before he’d been embraced. I nodded, “Formality wasn’t necessary Vin.”
He smiled, “I know.“