With blood matted hair and torn open flesh she walks into the church.
Her nailless fingers smearing the walls.
SHe drags her feet on the floor, as she makes her way to the confession booth.
An inhuman twinkle in her frightened eyes.
The preist stares at her, her sidelong smile liked with dagger sharp teeth.
She snarls at him, causing him to falter, and lean away.
She smirks wikkidly.
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned."
A dager flashes in her hand, and across her throat. 
