I watched as the dampiel was threatening the vampire. What was happening? The male sat down and the dampiel started talking. What was going on? One moment, she looked like she was going to kill him, the next, she was talking with him?

What was that? Something had caught my eye. ...Father Roland! Did he see me? Did he know I was there? He must have...I was right in front of the door, he must have seen me.

I couldn't stay here...I ran toward the back door of the bar, passing the group of vampires, catching a glance from one of the vampires, and ran out the door...
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I found myself at the park, in my usual spot. I leaned against the tree and it started to rain. Rain...it was so...something...It used to hurt when it rained...but now...it was enjoying...I guess it was a change to my street life... I looked up though the branches of the trees and felt the rain sprinkle on my face.

I stuck my hand into my pocket and pulled out my pocket knife. I felt the incriptions on it. I felt every little detail on it, every knitch, every scratch, every bump. I loved the knife. I had for as long as I remember...it was a special thing to me...

What was that? I heard footsteps...I looked up and saw a priest walking towards me...I brandished my knife, stood up, and got ready for the worst...
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Shaka...or Asilynne could continue here...or somebody else dressed as a priest .