The Desecration is completed

Trent could only mutter "Shit," when he saw the mob pour in through the church's front doors, busting through with ease the various implements they put in place to block them. "This is a house of God," she yelled at the mob trying and failing to sound confident. "Not anymore," vampire Hannah retorted above the shuffling din of vampires walking in. They did not fear or cower at the sight of the crosses placed throughout the church. The mob was far greater than the church could hold. Some vamps stayed outside breaking the stained glass windows and bunching up to see what they could inside. Others literally climbed the walls and ceiling to get the best vantage point for the ceremony. What felt like hundreds of hands grabbed the reverend and brought her to the altar. Becky, holder of the vampire wine bottle, was at the front and warned that the reverend was not to be bitten, "She must face the flame!" One of the mob found a large bowl on the floor, used to re-enact the Holy Thursday feet washing, andplaced it on the altar. Becky took the wine bottle and poured it into the bowl. Next, Angelique step forward with the candle which once again had a normal-sized flame. She dipped it into the bowl and it lit the wine on fire. The part of the mob holding the reverend pushed her ever closer to the flaming bowl. One took her arm and **** her to place it in the bowl. She found the fire excruciating, but it did not move like fire should. It crept up her arm more like a snake than a **** of nature. It enveloped her arm and then consumed her torso. Eventually it left only her head exposed, then that too was swallowed by the strange flame. Those who had been holding her had already let go. The reverend flailed about for a few seconds then slumped forward encased in swirling fire.

In the basement Dana had taken on the role of watching the camera feeds while Trent scoured the room for any escape in case they vamps didn't leave after they finished their ceremony. The only exit was a small window whose purpose was more for airflow than viewing the outside. The noise upstairs was such that even though Trent had to move some things around to gain access to that window, none of the vamps heard a thing. They were too far engrossed in completing the ritual.

At the altar the reverend, engulfed in swirling flame, stopped moving. The mob knew she was not dead solely by the fact that she was still standing. The fire dissipated leaving behind a creature as devastatingly beautiful as she was deadly. She bore some resemblance to the old reverend only in so much as a human becoming an unholy avatar could, Her eyes were light and peered directly into the soul of whomever she gazed at. Her skin was the palest white. Her long black hair constantly moved about slightly, as though it took on the dancing flame that forged her new form. Her body was created for temptation, with her mighty breasts held aloft by some **** that her tall but slim frame should not have been able to support. With her talon like hand she slashed her wrist, and the reddest blood ever dripped into the bowl on the altar. The wine inside began to glow a crimson red. The reverend spoke for the first time since her great change. Her voice was like a choir of fallen angels singing at once from the clouds, "REJOICE! WE KNOW THE HUNGER INSIDE US CRAVING NEW BLOOD. AND SOON ENOUGH MANY OF US WILL VENTURE BEYOND THIS MEAGER TOWN SEEKING THIS NEW BLOOD AND NEW FOLLOWERS. BUT FEAR NOT FOR THOSE WHO STAY BEHIND FOR THE WINE WILL SATE US FOR ETERNITY EVEN WHEN HUMANITY HAS EVOLVED INTO THIS GLORIOUS FORM." She took a step back to indicate to the others that they may partake. One older vamp had found a cup and he dipped it into the bowl. He took the cup out and had a sip. He shook from pleasure and let out a satisfied howl. It wasn't long before more of the mass of vampires also took a drink. Like the bottle of the vampire wine, no matter how much wine was taken out of it the bowl always remained full.

They carried on for hours, not thinking anyone was left who could stop them. The shifting lines as vamps would drink from the bowl, then make way for others. This cycle was interrupted by the arrival of Mr. Granderson. He arrived through the front doors with several men wheeling handtrucks in tow. All had been turned that day. Mr. Granderson still wore the pants that were shredded by an eager vampire customer as she had her first taste of blood and more. The pants were held in place only by the belt, and the tears in them were so great that his erection stood out proudly for the others to see. The men brought the boxes to the altar, as the mob made a wide path so they could get through easily. "What the hell is in there?" Dana said to herself seeing this on the camera pointing toward the altar. The first box was opened and one of the men carefully placed its contents onto the altar: 12 empty wine bottles. Mr. Granderson owned the local liquor store, and had a small but thriving e-winery via a few acres of land he owned. While one man put the bottles on the altar, two others started filling them with the wine from the bowl. Before corking them the reverend make sure to drip a drop of her blood into each filled bottle. When this task was completed Dana estimated over 700 bottles had been filled this way. That meant one bottle for every three homes. And with the reverend's blood these bottles also would never empty, sustaining the townsfolk with no end.

With the ceremony over, the reverend was able to think about things other than her responsibilities. She remembered something that Dana and Trent hoped she'd forgotten. The reverend got the attention of several vamps surrounding her and gracefully pointed towards the door that led to the basement. "We've got to go. NOW!" Dana exclaimed to Trent.