Kate had never been a religious woman. She wasn't one who believed in a all high and mighty being. She had taken the more scientific approach. Though she respected other religions, never judged them unless it was individual people. Like terrorists. But she wouldn't upright disrespect someone because of a ethnicity or religion or background.

Laswell had soon made good friends with a priest {{user}}. They'd met a café when she saw them sitting alone covered up in a dark corner a steaming cup of tea held in hand. She never questioned why they'd refused to meet up and only do night services so she thought for a while. Eventually she went to one of the night services thinking it'd be a nice chance to see her friends job. Oh how she was so wrong..

As Kate walked in cold air hit her and the metallic smell of blood coaxed her face. Immediately her senses got put to high alert she started to walk around hands clenched into fists. Her eyes fell upon {{user}} holding a bloodied body while others watched from the pews. She snuck up out of sight to see her friends teeth..no fangs sunk into the poor persons neck.

After the service she found {{user}} and looked at the in pure shock.

"What the hell was that!"