Bloody Sinners のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

*Dreams weren't supposed to be able to kill you.* Master! Master! A woman in her 40's rushed into his chamber, her hands shook and her lips quivered in great panic. She fell on her knees, bowed her head and hid her face from the man with a set of warm amber-gold eyes that wouldn't have looked out of place in the face of a tiger. "Master! Bad news!" She cried. He got up with deep frown lines on his forehead, his eyes squinted at her trembling figure. "What has happened?" "Mi…mistress, she's…" The man sprang off his chair and stride towards her. What has happened to your mistress." The woman's eyes widened in utter despair, she gulped nervously and nodded quickly. "Please have mercy and spare my life, master Damien." "Then speak!" "I swear on my mother's grave…it's never my thoughts to wish mistress ill-fated…" "Just speak!" His voice thundered. "Yes, yes." He stared at her impatiently. She raised her a bit and stared at his feet while she spok

September Los Angeles, America *...sin, the world is so sinful. Be careful of whom you associate with, for the devil lives among us…* Please, God, just let it end soon. The prayer flitted through my mind. There and gone so quickly I couldn't quite grab hold to it. It was too hard to sit in a pew and listen while father Reed went on with his sermon. Too hard to listen to sister Ellen, play the piano I had once played. To hard, and I'd been too weak, too sad, too destroyed by the dreams I'd always had. Too overwhelmed by my guilt and my inability to forgive God for letting me see this dreams, and myself. *...We are the salt and the light of the world. Let us shine our light and give Satan no room to overcome the world, it is written…* I remembered every night and those red eyes, they never stopped haunting me. It had been a while since I'd cried over what I'd lost, and I didn't plan to cry now, but I couldn't stop thinking about the dream that had woken me. The amber

Sitting alone in my room, I stared out the window as I retraced the event of the long day. It seemed like far more than a few hours ago that I had walked in on the beautiful stranger from my dreams and the thief in the alley. The intense feelings had washed away in the midst of having organized and concluded the events at the orphanage. All that was left was a painful longing to see that stranger again. I couldn't believe he was real. Couldn't believe he was there, obviously in front of me. I wanted to see him again. To know who he was and what he's been doing in my head. A quiet knock sounded at the door and Tracy cautiously stuck her head in the room. I waved her in. "I'm sorry I was obstinate about leaving right away. You're right that I need rest. It feels good to sit down." Tracy perched on the edge of the bed near my chair. I'm glad you're finally seeing reason. I want you..not stressed, that's all." My smile felt forced as I glanced back outside. The clouds as om

"What took you so long? I've been waiting for hours, you know." Tracy said to Colin, settling onto the back seat of the car. "I guess you're going to want to take care of that," I said to Tracy, taking the bundle of paperwork for the placement from her hands. "Not before he explains how he got here so late," Tracy growled, dropping her backpack on to the seat. "I set my focus on filling out the paperwork for the orphanage, and now, I'm totally wrung out." The weight of worry that had settled on me became a heavy knot in the pit of my stomach as I stared out the window to see people already gathering into the orphanage to look the children over. I prayed that they would be gentle and kind as they examined the orphans. I had heard stories of little ones being treated like livestock at auction at these events. I would hate to see any of those darlings handled that way. "Lydia. A fine day for placing out some orphans and doing our Christian duty, eh?" I nodded, trying to

Chapter 9Lydia Martinez Just then, the huge man on the way facing the church, turned away. Seeing this as a divine opportunity, we slowly ran past them. Some of the sisters saw us and almost called out to us, but we quickly signaled them to stop. We ran straight for the church's main entrance. Sneaking around the front of the church, I found a crack in the door, not wide enough to see through but enough to slide my fingers in and slowly pull the door open. The scene that greeted me froze me in place. My whole world stopped as a blood curdling scream left my mouth. "Father!!" I'd expected to see father Reed sprawled on the floor with one of those huge men pointing their weapons at him. Instead, he was laying on his own pool of blood. My heart stuttered and a wave of dizziness made me hesitate. Without waiting for it to clear, I pushed the door fully open and rushed headlong into the church. "Father!" I ran and shook him. Frantic to know if he's still alive, I shook h