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Father Pritchard woke just a little disorientated and scared to find that he was not in his house. He knew from his experiences acquired from battling evil, and from talking to its many victims, that he was in one of the many spirit worlds that exists alongside our own one. Unfortunately his sense of danger was not as good as Rymans` for when he too came into contact with the pathetic, but horrific creatures that inhabited this world he didn`t run, instead he stayed to speak with them. Unfortunately they weren`t interested in talking only feasting on his life force. They swarmed around him, their arms reaching out to him, their hands grasping his body. However, as soon as he felt their puny hands grab him he also felt his energy draining away from him. He now knew that he had to escape from these creatures, or he would die here in a terrible world that held this horrifying form of vampire. He tied to shrug them off, but when he successfully shrugged a creature off; it immediately reattached itself and continued feeding upon him. Father Pritchard tried to flee, but the weight of so many creatures soon tired him and he fell to the ground and his body was then covered by the vampires.
His energy level draining fast he fell back on his faith, and he began to recite the Lord’s Prayer in the hope that this would strengthen him and allow him to escape. His words were weak at first.
“Our Father, which art in heaven, hallowed is thy name.”
Father Pritchard saw the creatures look fearfully at him and the drain on him lessened giving him more strength to continue his battle. His words now began to boom out, and to fill the empty landscape, empty that is except for the many vampires around him.
“Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us.”
The creatures now began to let go of him en masse and covered their tiny ears against the words of the prayer that seemed to scare them so much. Father Pritchard continued with his prayer feeling stronger with every word, it was as if God himself was taking sides in this terrible battle.
“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.”
With these final words Father Pritchard scrambled to his feet and ran stumbling away, he was truly exhausted but thankful to be alive. The creatures watched him leave, tiny shrill cries of dismay following him as he escaped their clutches. He needed a drink and something to eat to revive him and restore his energy levels, but the only form of food that he sensed as he trudged through this desolate land, was his own life force. If he didn`t find a way out of this terrible land he knew he would fall to the ground and die there. He sometimes was able to rest his aching legs, but each time he was soon forced to start walking again as more of the vampires appeared and moved towards him. His prayers to god filled the landscape for the first time since this world had been created. He didn`t know how long he trudged but he felt as if it had been forever, he felt his last remaining strength slowly drain away as he climbed an outcrop of red rock, and then he settled down to sleep. He was safer here than elsewhere, for there was only room for one assailant at a time to reach him. One thing worried him, how long would he manage to hold out before exhaustion took a hold of him and he then fell unconscious beneath another pile of the vampires that lived in the awful land. He then decided to put his life in god`s hands, where he would be safe, with this thought he fell asleep.
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