“I know, and believe it or not, I’ve no desire to be a ‘slayer’ myself. It’s not our place to decide who or what is beyond redemption. Mind you, I don’t see much in the way of stakes and hammers about this place, in any case.”
“Well, that settles it, then,” quipped Andreea, and by mutual consent they began their search for portable holy objects. By the time they left the church, they were each in possession of a pocket-sized Bible, a small box of communion wafers, and a bottle of communion wine – the latter being the only conspicuous object – which made them appear not very strikingly different from several other young women going to and from parties and other such inebriated social events that same night.