Father Paul was on his knees, reciting prayers in a nervous and hushed voice. On the other side of the rec hall was the angel, draining blood from its wrist into a chalice.

You burst into the rec hall, making Father Paul look over to you, still on his knees, his hands clasped together. “Oh…”

Slowly, the angel turned towards you, then in a flash, it lunged forward, tackling you to the ground, biting into your throat. As the angel fed, Father Paul closed the door to the rec hall.