My Blue Heaven (Closed)

The building stood out against the dark night sky. It was overcast, with snow falling here and there. Every now and then, the clouds would break to reveal the dark expanse of the night. Here sat the Roman Catholic Church of St. Lawrence. The old church was several blocks away from the downtown district. The rough surface of the stone structure stood out even more at night. The building was lit by several ground lights, casting it in shades of yellow and orange.

This made the old structure stand out against the dark backdrop of Muncie proper. It was actually one of the old structures in the city. It was a wonder that it was still standing. The normally bright rust bricks looked darker tonight. It looked like old rest, covering the building in shades of crimson and dark orange. The bright stone that surrounded the door made this part of the structure stand out. The triple set of doors was accented by circular windows above them. Even this had carved stone across the surface of the glass. While the carvings on the outside were not as detailed as the carvings that could be found in most churches of this style, they were perfect for this church. The windows were long and narrow, mimicking a style that had been taken from Europe. The windows were dim, glowing in a warm faint light. The one steeple jutted skyward, breaking through the canvas of a grey and black night sky.

The wind bit at Nathan’s jaw as he started up the small stairwell toward the front doors. He licked his lips, his blue gaze narrowing to twin slits. His pale hand pressed against the heavy oak door. It groaned in protest as he pushed it open. The smell of candles and perfume assaulted his senses. The interior of the building was quiet as the night created its own soft soundtrack for the residents within.

The room in front of the beast was dim. The old facility actually stayed open later during this time of year, which gave Fairchild another thing to investigate. For the most part, it was curiosity that had brought him here. He reached out, slender digits brushing against heavy oak pews as he moved further into the old cathedral. His blue gaze slowly scanned over the interior of the building. He burned the image of carved angels and saints into his memory. It was sad, in a way that such remarkable artistry would be lost to time. Shadows in the building had elongated due to the soft candle light, casting heavy shadows against the carved altarpieces.

A soft pop could be heard as ivory caps pressed hard against each other. Each step of his heavy boots echoed in the old chamber. Nathan didn’t see anyone else in the church, but he knew that they were in the building. But something else called to him. It was a ghost of from his past, a beast from a bygone era. Just beyond the edge of the light. It was another beast, lurking in the shadows. Nathan craned his head like a feline, his piercing blue gaze slowly looking around yet again. Light teased against the edges of his dark leather jacket. He couldn’t help but lift his right hand toward his face, the fingers of his left hand grabbing a firm hold upon the skeletal Halloween gloves that were wrapped around his hand. He pulled it downward, tightening it against his form. Nathan’s dark locks of hair were pulled up and out of his face, while the sides of his head remained shaved in a style reminiscent of the roaring 20’s. His chest rose and fell with fake, stolen breath. Underneath it, a slightly faded t-shirt clung to his muscular figure.

Nathan kept toward the back of the church, his movements predatory as he started to slowly close in on his new prey.