I’m a coward, I know. Ought arm myself with holy water, my crucifix and go out there and save the town, but I was afraid to step out of the church.
My fear wouldn’t leave me.
I prayed hard, tried to believe I would be safe and could confront the Vampire. I truly tried to fill myself with the Power, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t.
Sure I missed the pub and the women and the wasteful ease of a life I’d had before, but there is missing and missing, and when the choice was a woman and a pint and being feasted upon by the undead, I stay in the Church.