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Karma's Muse	By : xXxDaydreamJunkiexXx Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 5882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Karma's Muse
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
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The church was packed; rows and rows of noble followers, lost souls, and regular everyday people; ones with nine to fives, blue collar with a family to feed and a fear of the unknown. They were all crammed side by side and hip to knee; just to hear the words of one chosen Lamb of God, waving a fist into the air; his face red with exertion, beads of sweat dripping onto the worn pulpit; with each and every bitter syllable spoken. His pitch rose and fell with perfected delivery.
He practiced daily in front of the mirror, having heard that Hitler himself also did so before meeting the masses to give his sermons. Despite some methods used by the Nazi party that were frowned upon by any upstanding Christian; the message was literally one in the same. Instead of the hated Jews the Furor had attempted to eradicate; Reverend Steve Newlin had been commissioned to battle the very dark depths of Hell itself; Satan's children, the undead servants of evil personified…vampires.
He looked out into the crowd and imagined, instead of the average group of Wal-Mart shoppers or State Fair goers; he had before him a glorious army of Angels, making preparations to cleanse the parasites that infested his Eden, had sullied his Earth, and had raped humanity of their salvation; ooh that was good, he thought. He would have to add it to the speech he gave at midnight mass.
While taking a much needed sip of water, he spared a glance at his wife in the front row; Sarah smiled and gave a little finger wave from her lap, the heavily pan-caked makeup she wore barely concealing her many fading bruises. He then let his gaze, as well as his loins, stray to Norma Jean Stillwater; the sweet assed little junior Soldier of the Sun, barely seventeen, and on his radar as well as his dick; for at least two weeks now.
Steve Newlin closed his eyes and sighed, with what the many followers would think heavenly rapture of his intended message; stake all the vampires, yanking their fangs from this world as to make it safe and clean once more; May His heavenly light shine on you- amen.
Alas, all that Steve was thinking about was a particular brunette's small tight, practically hairless, pussy.
Clearing his throat, he began again, motivated by something more divine than righteousness; he was now driven by the fire of his lust.
"Not one of you is safe. You know it and your children now know it. The Boogieman has a face and is not only real, but will strike; with razor sharp fangs and a blackened un beating heart." He used a handkerchief to wipe his brow and cast a charmingly white smile. "But we are not defenseless…The Good Lord above, has not left us unarmed." Steve gestured to the large banner with a caricature on it of a huge yellow sun. "We have His light."
"May it shine on you." The congregation hummed at once.
"When Jesus was at the Last Supper and told his disciples that one would betray him and another would deny him three times before the cock crows," Steve winked at Norma; making the young girl blush and squirm in her seat, "What was his betrayer paid with?"
"Silver." The monotone response from the crowd was once again synchronized.
"That's right, silver." He gripped the pulpit with one hand while pointing to the people with the index finger of the other. "It weakens them doesn't it…is like poison to the very marrow of their soulless bodies. What else sends them straight back to the very depths with which they belong?"
"Wood." They all answered together.
"Very good." Steve looked about ready to bring it home, nodding enthusiastically; like giving them all a proverbial pat on the head for being correct. "Our Jesus who was betrayed by Judas in payment for forty pieces of silver," He hushed his voice a little for dramatic effect, "Was denied by Peter three times, and each time the rooster crowed to signal the dawn," His speaking was now in crescendo, "And then…our precious Savior was crucified." He paused for a count of five. "On none other than a cross made of…wood."
The faces staring back at him had gone from puzzled and blank, to alive and in awe of their newfound enlightenment. An elderly woman three rows back started crying, "Thank you Jesus."
"Yes, we are in gratitude of our sweet Messiah…for giving us the tools to defend ourselves from this taint…this stain…that threatens the goodness of us all." He acquiesced.
Steve Newlin savored these moments more than anything. These were the times that he knew without a doubt, that he was special and favored; a Sheppard to the flock, who needed him and his steady hand of guidance.
"Just the other night, while my gentle and good hearted wife Sarah was having dinner with her prayer group; a fang-banger of one of those fiends attacked her unprovoked! For none other than trying to save her from the Devil with which she lay!"
He had a pitiful pout of concern, a hand swept out with grand gesture, directing them to look at his now standing wife; who was suddenly all choked up with emotion and shivering from feigned fear. She turned to face the rows of intently straining people; leaning forward in their seats like a meddling housewife, about to receive gossip over the clothesline.
"It's true." Sarah's voice quivered, echoing in the now hushed chapel; her hand was clutching the front of her pale yellow sweater. "They almost killed me."
Outraged mumbles, loud sighs of surprise, and the occasional "poor baby" or "tsk-tsk"; could be heard from the people in response.
Sarah raised one of her hands while clenching her eyes and giving an exaggerated gulp; nodding up and down several times, before straightening to speak once more. Her wide baby blues were shining and her voice was almost haunting in its melody.
"I know-I know," She said in agreement, "That parasite and his…his...Jezebel, is the prime reason for our mission. Even though I almost died, I know the Good Lord had a reason…and more importantly a plan." Sarah didn't look so demure and pitiful anymore, her big blonde helmet with the high walled bangs; stiffly stayed put, while her head and shoulders shook with excitement. "We now have an inside source."
Steve called out loudly from his raised dais. "Thank you Sarah…" She swung around to face him, looking shocked and crestfallen. "Go ahead and sit down now honey, I'll take it from here." He spoke to her through the teeth of his smile, nodding to the people and avoiding her glare; anxious to resume his glory in the spotlight and no longer willing to share. Sarah Newlin sat with a huff.
"We now have an inside source." He repeated her words like they had never been said. Sarah crossed her arms angrily while narrowing her eyes at her beloved husband, and piercing her coral lips. Steve was oblivious to her hostility.
"These monsters apparently have an organized power structure; similar to our own government, but instead of democracy, they have a medieval monarchy; Kings, Queens, and Sheriffs. They mockingly reside over these dark creatures to keep order amongst the damned; in their planned attempts to strike against humankind! We have a mole in their very midst…" Steve was picturing Norma Jean bent over his desk, her little white panties around her small tender thighs; his hand spanking the tight flesh of her ass…
"This man came to us; a human pet to one of these lieutenants, ready to aid the fellowship as his succubus has refused him to be turned."
There were gasps all around at his announcement. The people were mortified that someone would want to be changed into an unholy monster. Steve also was internally gasping; picturing the tight ring of muscle he planned on violating later of Norma Jean, without lube of course; her screams would make him cum sooo hard…
"So the best defense my Heavenly Soldiers is an aggressive offense. We have been making careful preparations to attack one of the oldest vampires in this country. He is rumored to be over two thousand years old."
Surprised looks were all around. Women were covering their mouths with their hands, men were making fists and trying not to wet themselves; Steve very much was in love with himself, and power. He always enjoyed having control over others and later; an untactful stare bored into Norma. Later he would indulge his Holy Rod into the little girl before him; Norma's eyes glazed as she looked to her hero with misplaced love and devotion. Maniacal laughter filled his mind.
The stupid whore, he thought, they were all whores. Eve really shouldn't have tempted Adam; having stolen his rib to be created and then sacrificing his soul to sin. Steve felt justified, after all, his seed was the only means to purify these little evil sluts! In his opinion, women were only slightly above the vampires he so hated. Thoughts of his own mother giving him head filled his mind. She wanted her boy to stay chaste and was jealous of any girl Steve tried to get close to. "They're all little whores Steven and they will ruin you! Your soul will be eaten alive in the pits of Hell if one of these evil bitches gets their claws into your cock! Mama will take care of you…I'm the only woman you need baby."
When he had started college and met Sarah, he had decided that he needed a wife who would be the pure face beside him, to help him achieve his goals of taking over his father's ministry someday. So on Christmas break; he fucked his mother one last time and then used a pillow to smother her; he laid next to her dead body for hours sucking on a tit and crying, but it had to be done for the greater good; his good.
His father had barely mourned a month before marrying a younger woman from the church and knocking her up. He had masterminded their "car accident" single handedly so as to blame the vampires; igniting his Holy Crusade against them.
He cleared his mind of the ghosts of his past and continued his verbal ministrations to his flock, his public, and his fans.
"So prepare yourself," He purred lovingly, "For WE WILL have our virtuous revenge against the darkness."
"May His holy light shine on you." They chanted.
"WE WILL eradicate this vermin from our world." He shouted.
"AMEN." They yelled back in unison.
"There WILL BE a celebration of victory. WE WILL triumph." Steve's self-respectable hard on was pressing into the old wood of his pulpit. "And God forbid any who choose to stand on the wrong side of the RIGHTEOUS!"
Cheers rang out all around, as the crowd jumped up to praise Jesus and more importantly him. He swelled with pride and soaked up all the adoration. This was what he was meant for. He was created for greatness.
"For WE WILL kill them all." He finished. "Praise His Light."
"Light, Light, Light…" One voice collected from the many was ringing in his ears.
Wetness could be felt in his Fruit of the Looms. Steve Newlin never faltered in his perfect smile; he even blew a kiss to the front row, both his wife and mistress smirked in satisfaction; beguiled that this wonderful man saw something special in only them.
He couldn't wait to execute his plans for the unsuspecting ancient bloodsucker in Dallas, and his little fang-banging prostitute. This was going to be the biggest notch in his belt to date and Steve couldn't help but think…it was about time.
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