write-it-motherfuckers:

You’ve always felt out of place, as if your very presence is somehow off and tilted to the side of some invisible line that those around you walk with little trouble. Growing up in an orphanage is difficult by itself, but the woman who ran the orphanage, always seemed to distrust you, and look at you like you were alien, an unsettling blemish. She made it difficult to feel safe, and always ensured you would never be adopted. 

When a new church opened up in town, she was the first to insist that the children attend, claiming it would be good for them to learn godliness. Her gaze however, lingered on you a little too long to not show it for the lie it was. When you arrived to the church, she kept her eyes on you like a hawk, seeming deeply disappointed when entering the grounds, the church, and even getting “accidentally” splashed with holy water, did nothing.  

The head of the church came out to greet the group a short time later, a rather attractive young man with a smooth charismatic personality. It was obvious your caretaker was smitten, and the man indulged her for some time before she directed him over to you with a look of distaste and desperation. As the man approached, you could feel something shift in the air, a feeling that he was different too, and seconds later, you were proven correct.  

As he knelt before you, his back facing everyone else, you got to witness the way his grin widened, baring teeth too sharp to be human, his eyes flashing a deep smouldering red, yet somehow softening with affection.

“I knew she would be so foolish as to bring you to this… church. I’ve been looking for you for sometime little one. Its time you came home.”