slippedhalo
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In a breath, a single inhalation, possibly among her last, and with it the tale of Sister Vivienne had been told to Him. He stood there in the churchyard that night, the night everything had burned around her, the night everything would change...And, he looked down at her with his angelic face seeming to glow in the moonlight, the orange glow from the flames devouring the church in the distance added to the glowing effect for her. He was like a shimmering angel of mercy to end her suffering once and for all. The laboured breath she took when she looked up at him was a combination surprised gasp and desperate plea. 'Save me!' It seemed to say. It told a brief yet sad tale to him as he picked her history quickly from her thoughts....
She was in her teens when her uncommon beauty, cream skin, full lips, bright red hair, startling green eyes, began drawing too much attention from boys and men. Young Vivi was a good girl and listened to her parents' warnings to pay no mind to the boys and focus on the details of family life instead. But, whenever this homebody was in town at market with her mother and sisters or with her devout family in church, there always seemed to be eyes upon her, smiles on faces, and (as her father said) sin in their hearts just from looking at her pass them by...Being told she was somehow responsible for it even when she was doing nothing to make herself more attractive or at all approachable by them was quite disconcerting to the young beauty. She never did flirt or talk with any of them but her father noticed their attention on his youngest daughter and it displeased him. Having married off five older daughters already and saving for the wedding of sixteen year old Therese, the last thing he wanted was another wedding and dowry (or a bastard child) to pay for. He was thinking of possible solutions to this (killing his youngest girl and spending her dowry to better educate his three sons, perhaps) but he loved her in his own way and could not bring himself to kill her. She'd never asked to be born to a family of so many girls. Fate was just a cruel bitch sometimes.
One smile once at the baker's son on the way out of church and the Monsignor suggested to her father she's too readily led into temptation, that perhaps she's an incarnation of Mary Magdalene herself (she was often compared to the Lord and Saviors' whore for her fiery hair), and he suggested locking her away at convent to learn the sisterly path as a nun (Where, unbenounced to her father, the spiritual leader could have his own way with her under the guise of ''guidance''). The Monsignior and her father both decided it would be best for her and save her family's' honor (and money).
In the bloom of adolescent youth Vivienne was sent to the nuns. Abuse, constant punishment and censorship, hard learned lessons, private lessons in the horrors of mens' ways by the Monsignior himself, senior nuns and Reverend Mothers' bullying and teasing (even for her hair), made her outwardly obedient and quiet, shy...Outwardly, a perfect bride of Christ. Inside sleeps the angry rebel.
....Six years later, she was awakened by sounds like yelling and ruckous in the church. The sisters awakened and headed to the church to see it's been vandalized and robbed. As they gathered inside to try to help the beaten bloody Monsignior, a fire is set and the robbers shut and barricade the doors, locking them within to burn to death...
Everyone died.
She thinks she's dying too. On the brink, her burns severe, she stumbled through the churchyard, falling at HIS feet. Looking up at him through teary, swollen eyes she wondered where he'd come from. Who was this stranger? Why was he so beautiful and perfect, like a living statue...would he help or was he coming to take her away to the afterlife?
She was in her teens when her uncommon beauty, cream skin, full lips, bright red hair, startling green eyes, began drawing too much attention from boys and men. Young Vivi was a good girl and listened to her parents' warnings to pay no mind to the boys and focus on the details of family life instead. But, whenever this homebody was in town at market with her mother and sisters or with her devout family in church, there always seemed to be eyes upon her, smiles on faces, and (as her father said) sin in their hearts just from looking at her pass them by...Being told she was somehow responsible for it even when she was doing nothing to make herself more attractive or at all approachable by them was quite disconcerting to the young beauty. She never did flirt or talk with any of them but her father noticed their attention on his youngest daughter and it displeased him. Having married off five older daughters already and saving for the wedding of sixteen year old Therese, the last thing he wanted was another wedding and dowry (or a bastard child) to pay for. He was thinking of possible solutions to this (killing his youngest girl and spending her dowry to better educate his three sons, perhaps) but he loved her in his own way and could not bring himself to kill her. She'd never asked to be born to a family of so many girls. Fate was just a cruel bitch sometimes.
One smile once at the baker's son on the way out of church and the Monsignor suggested to her father she's too readily led into temptation, that perhaps she's an incarnation of Mary Magdalene herself (she was often compared to the Lord and Saviors' whore for her fiery hair), and he suggested locking her away at convent to learn the sisterly path as a nun (Where, unbenounced to her father, the spiritual leader could have his own way with her under the guise of ''guidance''). The Monsignior and her father both decided it would be best for her and save her family's' honor (and money).
In the bloom of adolescent youth Vivienne was sent to the nuns. Abuse, constant punishment and censorship, hard learned lessons, private lessons in the horrors of mens' ways by the Monsignior himself, senior nuns and Reverend Mothers' bullying and teasing (even for her hair), made her outwardly obedient and quiet, shy...Outwardly, a perfect bride of Christ. Inside sleeps the angry rebel.
....Six years later, she was awakened by sounds like yelling and ruckous in the church. The sisters awakened and headed to the church to see it's been vandalized and robbed. As they gathered inside to try to help the beaten bloody Monsignior, a fire is set and the robbers shut and barricade the doors, locking them within to burn to death...
Everyone died.
She thinks she's dying too. On the brink, her burns severe, she stumbled through the churchyard, falling at HIS feet. Looking up at him through teary, swollen eyes she wondered where he'd come from. Who was this stranger? Why was he so beautiful and perfect, like a living statue...would he help or was he coming to take her away to the afterlife?
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