Listen little one, he is vampire.
She must be loosing it, hearing voices telling her about vampires.
Ask the nun, ask Sister Mary Akeldama, she will explain. Having no other recourse Kendra waited until they reached the abbey. The room, sparsely furnished, gave the feeling of peace and comfort.
“Sister Mary Akeldama, I was wondering…”
“I had not given my name child, did Geo tell you?”
Kendra stiffened unsure how to tell this woman that a voice had told her. Would she then kick her out and not help her? Biting the bullet isn’t always easy, but she had no other choice. “I heard a voice who told me. I know it sounds crazy, but that’s how I know.”
“When did you start hearing this voice?” Sister Mary’s gaze swept from her feet to her head. Though what she was looking for, Kendra would never be sure.
“Just outside on the steps.”
“Perhaps it is the voice of God then. Please call me Sister Mary, my name can at times become quite a mouthful.” Another smile lit Kendra’s face, another unexpected detour from the pain inside and out.
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