[center][h1][color=rosybrown]Luca Petulengro[/color][/h1]
[b]Location:[/b] The grocery store
[b]Tags:[/b] None
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Luca rubbed the back of his neck as the hunters spoke about their plans, sighing quietly. They were a bit of a rowdy group, but that wasn't the part that bothered him. He appreciated their respect towards him and his church: refraining from toying with the religious objects, speaking respectfully to his members whenever they met, and even helping to keep the place cleaned up. But their talk of hunting bothered him a little.

Father Walter spoke in his journal about a group of hunters who had come to the town before these. They fought, killed, and hunted vampires and werewolves like it was nothing. Even his elder, who Luca had seen as nothing but a gentle hearted man, spoke of stabbing stakes through the hearts of these 'vile' creatures. This made Luca feel like a bit of a failure. How come he couldn't do the same? Why did it feel so...[i]wrong[/i]? Perhaps it was the pacifist in him. Luca couldn't look a [i]fly[/i] in the eye and kill it. But the whole 'hunting' thing seemed wrong on a deeper level. 

Luca had lived in this town since he was a teenager, and never once had he had trouble with vampires or werewolves. He knew many of the townsfolk. Any one of them could easily be one of those creatures. What if sweet Miss Julie at the grocery store was a vampire? What if Mr. Coleman, the mailman, was a vampire? What if that nice girl at that restaurant, Rebecca, was a werewolf? Luca was afraid that his friends, his community, would slowly start to disappear, whether they were the 'bad' creatures or not.

Being a man of God, it was hard for Luca to accept that any person could be 100% evil. There had to be a little good in everybody. After all, God didn't make evil humans. And the idea that that all changed after being turned into a creature still didn't sound right. Something had to be left, right? They couldn't possibly all be bad. If they were, wouldn't they have tried to take over by now?

But despite his internal conflict, Luca didn't say anything to his new companions. He simply never went hunting with them and left it at that. Out of sight, out of mind. The priest slowly headed back upstairs to his little bedroom to grab his wallet. The empty refrigerator in the kitchen had slowly worked its way back into his mind. He needed to go grocery shopping so that he would have food to serve. 

[color=rosybrown]"I'm going to make a run to the grocery store,"[/color] He said to the hunters as he came back down the stairs. He felt as though they should at least know where he was headed should they need him. He really hoped they didn't need him. 

Luca fished out the key to the church van from its usual hiding place on the podium. He didn't personally own a car, as he preferred to walk most places, but for things like this, he could justify using the church's vehicle. He headed out the oak double doors, the rain tapping his head gently. The large, white, 12 passenger van read "St. Benedict Cathedral" on the side in blue letters. Luca climbed into the driver's seat and started the old thing up. It roared and coughed some smoke out of the tailpipe, but it was willing enough as Luca drove it out of the parking lot.

The grocery store wasn't far; he pulled into the parking lot after a short drive. Luca sat in the van for a little while, writing down a list of what he needed to get. With that clutched tightly in his hand, Luca hopped out of the van and took a grocery cart from the lot as he headed inside. By the time he made it, his hair was already soaked, and his shirt stuck to his skin in a very uncomfortable way. He hoped he would at least dry off while he was here. 

He'd barely gotten two items on his list before someone recognized him and came over to chat. Luca was always happy to chit chat. The lady was balancing a small child on her hip and holding the hand of another one who stood beside her. She smiled as she told him all about their progress in school and how she wanted to sign the youngest one up for vacation bible school as soon as he was old enough. Luca nodded along and made his own inputs. When it came to small talk, he was pretty great at it. It wasn't long before half an hour had gone by just talking to this one person. It felt nice to interact with someone that wasn't a hunter, and to talk about the church and normal people things. Luca had gotten so caught up in this whole 'supernatural' thing lately that he didn't get this very often anymore. 

Finally, the woman said she needed to check out and get the little one home for a nap. Luca said his fairwell and waved at the kids. The older one waved back in the sloppy manner that kids do. With a smile on his face, Luca continued the task of marking item off his list.