A sudden commotion came from outside the doors of Westminster Abbey's Great Hall. Red Robin whipped his head around and saw an elderly clergyman staggering through the gap, clutching a Bible.
"God, oh God! I beg for Your protection. Please end my life, so I may return to Your side in purity..."
But when the old pastor pushed open the door and saw Red Robin standing before the pulpit, his eyes flew wide. His expression held not anger, but delight.
"Are you God's gift to me? Quickly, boy, come here. Use this cross to pierce my heart. Kill me!"
Red Robin rushed over and caught the old pastor, but the man still stumbled and collapsed. Red Robin could only lay him in a nearby chair. The moment he pulled open the man's clothes, he smelled a heavy stench of blood.
"Vampires have invaded London. Their first stop will surely be the cathedral..." The old pastor labored for breath, clutching the Bible tightly. "I was bitten by one of their scouting lackeys. I cannot survive, but I must never become one of those bloodthirsty monsters!"
"I served God all my life only to atone for my sins before the Lord. I cannot be defiled at the very end... Child, take this cross and drive it into my heart. It is the only way to stop me from becoming a monster!"
The old pastor's gaunt hand clamped around Red Robin's wrist. He lifted his clouded, aged eyes to meet Red Robin's and said, "I can see it. I can see that you have done countless good deeds. You are one of God's righteous, and today you will grant me a good end as well!"
Red Robin gripped the cross. There was no hesitation on his face, only a trace of coldness he