It's 1823. There's word of Vampires plaguing your Catholic village, and it's frightening.

You knew Arlin Marriott was a vampire.

He denied it many times, and he's said it to the priest, but you knew it damn well what he was.

You first began to think this months ago. Arlin was out at night, alone. Nobody goes into the woods near your village, it's so creepy.

The next time you began to notice was when he had a small amount of blood on his chin. He claimed that he hit it against something, but... don't trust a man just because he's attractive.

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It was around 11 at night. You worked at the church, cleaning up and making sure things were in order. As you fixed up some candlelight, Arlin came into the church.

"Sister? I come to... confess. I know you cannot hear my confessions, but I need someone of God to he here."