By:.IANT

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The rain poured down from a smoke gray sky. Roadways were filled with puddles and streams running off into the storm drains. Victor cracked his neck slightly as he stopped at the red light he balanced his bike. It had been a while since he had hit a decent sized town, and longer since he had gotten any action. He revved the engine once in annoyance, the light turned green, he burned rubber taking off down the slick street.

After several more minutes Victor pulled up beside a small shop and turned his bike off. Dropping the keys into his coat pocket he reached around gripping his hair as he squeezed the water out of it. Fucking Christ, that damn ringing! He thought to himself as he turned, a large Catholic Church rang its bell loudly signaling some event. Creed felt around in his pocket for a moment, he glanced to the small shop it looked to be a decent burger joint. "O Fucking damn it. " he snarled irritated at the lack of change in his pockets. The bell rang again, Victor sneered as he looked intently on the church. He stared at the church, almost daring it to ring again.

It did.

Victor tightened his fist. He was hungry, he was wet, and he had been riding for a good 16 hours straight. Church should just shut the hell up. With that, he walked across the street, cars whizzing by almost clipping his legs. Stepping onto the curb Victor walked over to the door of the Church and pushed the big wooden doors open. The church stood rather empty. Two females dressed in their garbs attended some work in the corner. To the end lay a Father moving around, doing some priestly matters.

The water beaded off the oil of his trench coat as he walked down the steps, his cold eyes searching for something to do. He stopped just as two nuns passed him, a young nun gazed to Creed, a slight coy expression on her face as she saw the large mans impressive build. The older nun continued on her hurried way as they took place with the other nuns in the corner. The father looked intently towards Creed, wondering what the man was going to do. "Are you here to confess your Sins to the Lord my Son?" the father asked. Creed’s mouth opened wide as he thought about the concept. "Sure, why the hell not."

Victor walked, almost gleefully as he was directed towards the confessional. He opened the slide and sat down. "Nice place ya’ have here" he sneered, crossing his legs in the small place. A few moments passed, As the father sat down and did his priestly duty. "Yeah.., forgive me father, for I have sinned. "

"I see. What have you done my Son?"

Creed dug his index claw into the wood, carving a slightly curved line. "I killed meh a man" the Father acted with a great deal of stoicism as Creed continued. "Some where back in Nevada. Was taking a piss yeh know? Guy came in and complained about meh’ smokin’. Well I told him ta’ shut his yap, but he had some balls on ‘em, so I tooked his head and smashed it into a the pisser. Kept the fucker thar’ till I was done, and slit him open. I figar’ed I’d be nice, so I put the smoke out then. " The Father obviously concerned about it, kept his calm as he continued to ask him questions. "The lord… The lord forgive all our sins if we digress on to him, he will save us."

"I ain’t done yet Preacha’" Victor growled slightly. "I finished my business, and I saw ‘dis frail of a women, guess she was running cause of all them screams, well afta that, I was kinda in the mood you know? I grab’d her, and took her to the car. Fucking bitch screamed like a whore as I rammed her. Loose little twat on her too, she couldn’t help but enjoy it. Every good frail, needs a good Fuck preacha’ " With that he smiled, and pressed his face against the screen. "So whens the last time yeh gave them frails ova’ there a good fuck?" he laughed, his hand tearing through the screen as he gripped the Preacher by the neck and tore him through.

"O lord!" Creed dragged the man around through the slip of the confessional and raised him up high. The nuns in the corner gasped abandoning their activities. Not knowing if they should either run or save the Father. "Far’ give me for I have Sinned!" the Fathers head smashed up against the confessional booth breaking his nose. "I am " again the father was smashed. "Unworthy " With that Creed gripped the Father, pressing his back to his chest. "Ya, say hi’ ta’ the Lord yeh hear?" he smiled pressing his chin against the fathers ear as it was jerked away quickly, snapping his neck.

The nuns in horror watched, the young one with more gumption decided to run to the entrance, but it failed, as Victor was too fast. "Yah ain’t goin’ any where missy. " He smiled, back handing her across the back of the head, she was knocked un-conscience with one hit from Creed, he pitched her over his shoulder.

When she awoke she found her self in the small room with the other nuns, the other 2 nuns lay with their clothes torn and bloody, the older nun lay pinned to wall behind a large table. Victor sat on the desk, the last bits of of a cigar in his finger.

"Good Lord… save me" the young girl whimpered. He moved a bit, taking the butt of the cigar and flinging it down the back of the old nun, it obviously burning.

"Awake huh?" He smiled, the nun backing up as he approached. "Don’t worry frail, I won’t hurt yeh." his saliva covered fangs glisened in the little light. "much".

He stooped down, picking her up by the dress and dragging back over to a small desk, where the Father had worked.. She began to yelp, but realized that, with her dying breath she should keep the Lord in her mind. Before she knew it, she felt Creed press against her entire body. Her drapery torn, exposing her body. "My God… your going to … rape me.., aren’t you?" her lips quivered as she could feel the air against her bare chest. Creed didn’t answer, instead he smiled as he slid his nail into her. "Well yeh be a Virgin eh Mary?" her eyes teared up as she felt a sharp pain with in her. "Don’t worry girl, I gonna treat you right" he smirked, pressing his fingers in deeper as he moved his head closer to hers, his whiskers brushing against her tear soaked cheek.

Victor smiled, removing his bloody finger. "hah… " he moved and pressed it to her lips making her suck it clean. She continued to cry, unwilling as he forced it down her mouth. "God…. O God…." Her eyes closed, unwilling to open them as she felt her head pushed down. Victor held him self out with one hand fully erect. She couldn’t help but open her eyes as she felt his member against her cheek. She had never seen one before, but she could only cry as she knew what was next. "Comon girly… " she opened her mouth, Creed smiled as he pushed it in. She stopped, only letting it in, refusing to do more. Creed gripped her face and slipped him self out. "Not ta’ yeh liking ? how about this?" Her eyes bulged as she felt him enter her quickly. "No! Please Don’t!" she screamed, delighting Creed as he took her clothes and wrapped them around her torso so she couldn’t move. "Shut the fuck up!" he move his hand to her chine and pressed her to the table, his other hand, pressing her belly against the table as he continued to ram into her. "Nuns, just need a good fuck right?" He gripped her leg under his arm, moving back the entire table with each trust.

"Uhhmazing Graace." her body shut down, the onslaught was to much. But she could still hear Creeds voice. "How sweet the sound" He laughed, punching her in the kidney as he looked to a picture of Christ on the cross. "To save a wretch like me!" "Forgive me lord…" her voice puttered off as she no longer felt her hips being pummeled by Creeds fist. "Halla fuckun luha…" He shivered slightly, as he pulled her leg back, cutting into it as he kept his eyes focused on the Christ. "Ahh…." His eyes closed as he thrust into her dead form a few more times to get all his anxiety out.

Finished, he pulled his pants up and looked to the older nun, still alive she knew what was next. "Demon…." She muttered, bleeding still from her mouth. "Demon…" she muttered again as Victor moved the desk, the nun falling to the floor. He stood above her for that moment and looked. "Yeah… Keep the faith sissta’ keep the faith" He snorted, putting on his coat. As he exited he reminded himself to collect his lunch money. Grabbing the money that was gathered from the collection plate, he roughly counted about 230 from it all, and shoved it into his pocket.

Leaving the church, the rain had stopped, and the sun was out. The birds began to chirp again, and Victor smiled and laughed as he felt the sun shine on his face. He glanced across the street, then to a burger joint. Victor Creed smiled the taste of a good thick raw burger was to good to pass up. With that he left the church, crossing the street, the entire event nothing more then a way to build of a hungry appetite.