Issac knew the church was filled with nothing but hypocrites that only did what they deemed right. The only thing keeping them on the same path was killing vampires. He walked out the church, that same smug expression despite the pain coming from his back. Due to some trickery from their little spy, many of the church members had died during an ambush. Not wanting Kat to be harmed by the church, he gave up his back to exchange a ‘pound of flesh’ for the men that they lost.

Being chained to the dungeon wall while being lashed 100 times by the ‘father’ on the front and back. It hurt like hell now that the adrenaline wore off. Issac walked through the village, the night sky looking endlessly as many turned away in fear. Children’s eyes covered as he limped across the way. Trying to head to Willows house to seek a calm refuge for a while.

He had passed out midway there, waking up on a lush bed, inside a Cabin on the outskirts of the village. That’s when he saw you…