The man had a way with words. The sermon—or was it Mass?–moved through Cara, much to her surprise. He didn’t talk down to anyone. He didn’t judge. He just spoke the word of the lord, preaching peace and love.
All the bullshit that she didn’t believe in, but he sure made it sound pretty.
The nuns were enthralled, of course. Except the Mother Superior—she seemed to be focused on Cara. Cara gave her a smirk, though she would have preferred to give her the finger.
Kat also found her, giving a big kind-hearted smile. She practically glowed with joy. Cara could only shake her head as she averted her gaze back to the priest.
She found him looking at her as well.
“And we must all remember to bare this in mind. As said in 1 Corinthians 10:13: No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to mankind. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can endure it.’ Amen.”
Clearly being dismissed, the sisters and other clergymen rose from their seats and began to leave. Cara sat still, eyes forward. She sensed an insult there and it left a bitter taste in her mouth. When Father Marcus made his way between the pews and found a place beside her, she refused to look at him.
“Seriously, dude, I don’t want to hear it.” Unwilling to let his words crush her, she looked him in the eye allowing him to see the full measure of her anger.
“I suppose I struck a nerve?” he said. He sounded almost amused.
“Look,” she growled as she stood, “you don’t know me. I don’t know you. I’m not some fucking–”
“Such language in the Lord’s house?”
“F-uc-king lost sheep of yours, Father. I’m not sticking around so you can save me. Pushy, mother–” Father Marcus tsked her, “ugh. I can’t take this.”
She shoved passed him, desperate for escape and fresh air, even if it was made of desert fire. She was relieved he didn’t follow her. However, Cara nearly ran Kat over in the process. The round, rosy young woman gleamed at her.
“Oh, goodie! I was hoping to run into you.”
Cara tried to swallow down some of her fury. Kat didn’t deserve to bare any of her anger. Instead, she forced a tired, agitated smile.
“Hey, there, Kat. Why were you out to find me?”
“I thought I might show you around. This place is old and full of mysteries.”
Yep, that was just what she wanted—to spend the day with the bubbly one. At least this way she could (most likely) avoid Father Thinks-He’s-So-Smart.
“Okay, great!” she said with faked enthusiasm.
She didn’t think the girl could be any more excited, but it seemed possible. Kat almost radiated like the sun. The younger woman adoringly wrapped an arm around Cara’s arm and gently pulled her along.
Well, as far as a Girls kind of day went, Cara mused this one wasn’t too bad. Yes, Kat dragged her all around the convent, or whatever it really was, non-stop for hours. To her credit, the young woman knew a lot about the history of the place, though some things didn’t line up, like the establishment date. Though, Cara may have missed it once she started tuning the girl out.
The only time she was able to ditch Kat was in the massive library. She didn’t think there could be that many tomes on religion, but there were. The book shelves were at least two stories high.
It smelled old in there. Surely the entire history of the world resided in these books. Cara wanted to pretend that this didn’t wow her, but deep down, she had to admit it to herself. She always loved history and her interest in learning about religions ultimately drove her from her own spirituality. Still, religion intrigued her. Always has.
She sat at a table as far away from Kat as she could manage without being completely rude. Normally that kind of thing didn’t bother her, but Kat was such an innocent, she couldn’t betray her that way. At least not yet. Possibly never, though. Meanwhile, the nun-in-training busied herself with several piles of books. Cara was under the impression that Kat worked the library and had been shrugging her duties to hang out with her. That would explain the main librarian, whom Cara deemed “Mr. Crabby Face,” was glaring daggers at Kat.
It was nice to have a moment just to think. Unfortunately, her mind always wandered back to crystal blue eyes and the taste of his sinfully delicious mouth. Every time he came to her thoughts, her body would shudder with pleasure. When her mind really went, she had to catch herself from moaning out loud.
Eventually the peace was too quiet and Cara’s eyes began to droop. He haunted her dreams as she drifted. His voice calling to her and moaning her name in passion.
A loud boom startled her awake. When she looked around, she didn’t see anyone nearby, but there was now a heavy book on her table. After rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she took the book in hand and dragged it closer.
The title was in another language. Probably even a dead one, considering how old the book appeared. She flipped through a few pages and discovered a vivid picture of a dark goddess on one of the pages, followed by what she assumed was a description of the being.
“Oh, good. A picture book. I can get behind that,” she murmured to herself.
Every picture was hauntingly beautiful, with each creature seeming more deadly than the last. She wished she could read the text, but there was nothing she could do about that. She continued to flip through until she neared the end of the book, one particular picture almost slapped her in the face.
There he was, beautiful and deadly. His eyes almost glowed even in the painting. He reached out to her, begging for her to join him. Cara brushed her fingertip along the page, tracing his open, welcoming hand.
“Oh, my God. What is going on?” she asked the page.
His crystal blue eyed savior was in a book older than the beginning of time. It was impossible.
She slammed the book shut and fled the library. She didn’t know where she was going, but any place was better than where that freaky book waited for her.