The me that had been threatened and nearly killed before I even got to the stairs had believed sincerely just like my dad. Vampires were inhuman monsters, trapped outside of God’s love and mercy. The me standing here now knew beyond doubt that not only were vampires not all monsters without Grace, but that human beings could be lost souls beyond any redemption. The only difference from the Church’s perspective was that vampires were dead, so they couldn’t repent, but the bloodiest serial killer could still be saved if they were truly repentant. I’d met serial killers both undead and alive, and
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