Night Light. Amy BlankenshipЧитать онлайн книгу.
to assume until now. The Catholics were a dedicated lot, heâd give them that.
Heâd already filled Nick in on what happened the other night⦠well most of it anyway. There was no way in hell he was going to recap the choir boy robe incident. Shaking his head, Steven pulled on the front door expecting it to be locked but sadly, it swung open.
âNot very smart,â Nick frowned as he pulled the bone-handled knife from his sleeve and slipped inside. âYouâd think after what happened the other night, theyâd start locking the doors.â
âMaybe like the saying goes⦠itâs always open,â Steven shrugged but entered cautiously. âOr maybe the old priest is expecting company.â
âI repeat, not very smart,â Nick snapped knowing they werenât the only paranormal creatures within the building. âI smell humans upstairs but thereâs something else here and I doubt it came for confession.â
âIâll go make sure the priest is safe. If you find vampires, be smart and leave them alone until we call for backup.â Steven made his way up stairs leaving Nick to make his own decision.
Nick nodded and started looking for the basement of the church. Usually the worse the monsters were⦠the further underground they liked to be. He didnât bother hiding as he investigated because the enemy could see in the dark just as well as he could.
Finding the door labeled âbasementâ, Nick opened it and quickly descended the stairs. He wrinkled his nose at the dank, damp smell and sneezed. Heâd always hated basements.
Steven was doing the same thing upstairs, opening doors and peering in as he passed them. Seeing the light filtering in under the door of the same office from the other night, he knocked this time. He could smell the scent beyond the door and knew the old man was alone.
âIs that you, Jewel?â the old voice came.
Steven took a quick step back when the door swung open⦠him and the priest coming face to face. The kind old face with the soft expression slowly changed, his eyes going wide as his lips parted. Steven put his hand out knowing what was coming next, and he wasnât disappointed when the priest tried to slam the door in his face.
Pushing against the door, Steven entered the room letting the old manâs weight on the door shut it behind him. Swinging around, he grabbed the weapon that came next and tossed it across the room getting annoyed. âI told you last time, Iâm not a vampire.â
âI woke up in the closet.â The priest reminded him as he backed up against his desk. Steven sighed as he watched the old manâs hands rummage across the desk obviously trying to find another weapon. He cocked an eyebrow seeing his fingers wrap around a heavy-duty stapler.
âI donât want to hurt you,â Steven informed him. âBut if you donât let go of that stapler, youâll be waking up in that closet again.â He nodded thankfully when the man slowly released it and stood to his full height, which was lacking compared to his.
âI have a feeling you didnât come here to confess.â Fear could still be heard in the old manâs voice.
âOh father, I know I have sinned,â Steven smirked but seeing the joke wasnât shared he grabbed a chair and turned it around noticing the man flinch at the fast movement. He refrained from rolling his eyes and straddled the chair, laying his arms across the low back. âDoes it not count that I am part of the reason youâre still alive? If I hadnât gotten you out of the way, you might not be on the side of the angels anymore.â
âHow did youâ¦â the priest suddenly looked older as he walked behind his desk and sat down heavily. âWhen I came to, I went downstairs and found strangers cleaning up. The mess⦠I stayed hidden. They were so quick and quiet about it. You could do all that?â
âWould you believe me if I told you we had an angel on our side?â When the man raised his chin and gave him a hard look Steven continued, âMy friend and I are here to make sure the church is still clean.â
âYou think there are more?â the priest rubbed his face.
âI know there are more. Question is, are they here?â Steven stood up knowing heâd left Nick alone for too long already. His friend was known for being fearless and that made him nervous. âWe donât want a repeat occurrence of the other night.â
The priest eyed him closely as if looking for a lie. Finally, the older man sighed and nodded his head, âOkay, for some reason I believe you. Sometimes God works in mysterious ways. Do what you must.â
âHopefully, this time we won't find any⦠demons and you can stay awake if you promise to stay in here.â He remembered what the priest said when heâd opened the door. âAre you expecting someone?â
âYes, she was supposed to come the other night, butâ¦â he jerked his thumb toward the closet. âShe called an hour ago saying she was on her way.â
Steven felt his pulse rate jump. âThere was a girl here the other night and I need to talk to her⦠blond hair, beautiful. Do you know her?â
âJewel?â the priest asked. âSure, Iâm supposed to marry her.â
âWhat!â Steven said a little too loudly then growled, âSince when do old priests marry young girls?â
âYouâre a bright one,â the priest shook his head then hardened his resolve. âNot to me⦠and itâs not your business anyway. You leave that child alone. She has enough problems with the monsters she already knows. Donât go dragging her into a demon war.â
Steven frowned not liking how that sounded. Heâd bet money the priest had been about to say mobsters not monsters. He didnât care for either breed, having to deal with his own share of mobsters. They liked to hang out at Night Light because it was one of the classier nightclubs in town. It helps you relax when your lower class clientele canât afford to get through the doors.
Heâd been slowly running them off for years and whenever there was a problem, something always came up and theyâd move away or vanish altogether. Irish mob, Italian mob, Russian mob, IRA members, ex-KGB, Yakuza, and even rumored members of the fabled Illuminati⦠Steven didnât give a damn. They were all cut from the same cloth as far as he was concerned. But sometimes it didnât hurt to have a few on your side.
âCall her and tell her not to come here tonight.â He pushed the phone closer to the old man and crossed his arms waiting to make sure the priest did as he asked.
The old manâs lips thinned. If he called her house and her father answered, Jewel would be in big trouble and possibly wind up face down in an alley somewhere. Him being a priest probably wouldnât save him either. âSheâs not coming,â he said hesitantly, then repeated more firmly as he looked at the clock on the wall. âShe would have been here by now if she was.â
Steven felt the disappointment of not seeing her and the satisfaction of knowing she was safe collide somewhere in his chest. Needing a distraction, he stood up and set the chair back the way he had found it. âIâll be back to let you know when weâre done.â
âWait!â the priest called when Steven opened the door. âIf you should see herâ¦â
âIâll send her right to you,â Steven promised and walked out.
Closing the door, Steven shook his head and started down the hall. This floor was clean and he needed to catch up with Nick before something went down. Going downstairs, he looked around but couldnât see Nick anywhere.
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