Confession isn't my thing- Who: Eric and Liliya Where: The Catholic Church When: Late afternoon
With all of the thoughts that had been going through her head it was no surprise that Liliya was restless. Nor was it that she found herself at the doors of a church. Despite her addiction to angelic blood she did not attend church regularly. Or ever. Liliya had been raised viewing politics and the government as her religion and actual, structured religion made her roll her eyes. Sure it was in the Constitution but she preferred to look at separation of church and state. Being a vampire helped that quite a bit despite a few glaring contradictions. Like a vampire cardinal. Who happened to be a member of her Family. If he has to be a vampire then at least he's a Cyri. We have niches all over the world that people would never have looked for us in if someone had not decided we needed to be outed. They could have supported vampiric rights just fine without admitting they were ones themselves. But no, Liliya was not going to think about that then. She was there to introduce herself and learn about the other member of her Family in the area. True there was also Via, but Liliya did not really need to get to know her anymore.
Pulling on her smiling politician face, Liliya walked into the church, unsurprised at the number of heads she saw. Some people actually looked afraid and if not for her training then Liliya would have rolled her eyes at them. Fearing vampires was such, such a ridiculous thing. Just because you were afraid did not mean you were going to be safe, and not being afraid did not change the chances either. It simply did or did not happen and tended to rely more on blood type than anything and that could not be changed by prayer. 'Oh god let my blood be the most disgusting and repulsing thing ever. Make me a were!' The vampire's nose crinkled at the thought of drinking from a were, like roadkill more than anything else, and she only just kept from muttering under her breath a comment in passing about how they should all just go get bitten already. Weres were infinitely, infinitely, more dangerous. Especially those bittens.
Again with the wandering thoughts. That was when Liliya caught sight of who she figured had to be Eric. Older gentleman dressed in some sort of cleric's clothing. Ridiculous looking. But he had a heartbeat. What purpose does that possibly serve when everyone already knows what he is? That's as pointless as shying away from the sun after a good glass of fae blood. "Excuse me father," Liliya said in a smooth voice as she stepped up in front of him. She had needed to fight back the urge to go ahead with that ridiculous 'forgive me father for I have sinned' because she was not sorry for anything she had done. That, and it was always something that could be used later if the need arose. Not that she foresaw such a need. "My name's Liliya Kennedy and we haven't met but I know who you are and I can only assume you at least know my name." He was a Vyri for god's sake and he lived in Scarlet Oak, they were not such a dysfunctional family as to not pass this information on. "If you can excuse yourself from your flock of... sheep then I'd like to have a word with you."