Free Falling
She's a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too
She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too
It's a long day living in Reseda
- Tom Petty
- Monday, 10th of March, 2003 -
Ft. John Vari smiled at the Tom Petty song; it brought back some very interesting memories before his calling of Priesthood had risen. One of the elder Priests looked at him disapprovingly. It reminded him a lot of the looks that Nick earned even as a child and still today.
Father Dupoint gazed at him, sitting in front of him in the meanwhile. "You're a religious man and you're listening to...Tom Petty. John...is there anything you wish to talk about? Anything going on spiritually?"
John shook his head, wanting to speak, but didn't. "Yes, I have had a lot of things going on, but perhaps through this exercise, I'll find answers."
"Do you need to confess?"
John stood up and walked to the tent opening. "I will after we get situated."
"Very well." Ft. Dupoint stood up and placed his hand on the younger man's shoulder. "You're truly important to the church. We wouldn't want to lose you."
John nodded. "Of course."
11: 03 P.M.
Stretching the younger brother of Nicholas Vari slipped out of his tent, mainly because nature was demanding to be released. As he was zipping up his zipper, he looked around, hearing callings of wolves and soft animal growling. This was just great. His faith was on the verge of shattering, and here he was in the wild, taking a manly leak in the mist of animal callings.
A female voice sang, "There's a freeway runnin' through the yard…And I'm a bad boy cos I don't even miss her…"
Curious, he looked around. "Hello?"
A woman in a long silk white gown appeared from a side of a tree trunk. She cocked her head to the side slightly. "Are you lost Father?"
John started to say no, then realized where he had strayed from the tents, he didn't exactly know where he was. He shook his head. "I'll find my way...isn't it late to be out?"
"Only an hour away from the witching hour, Father. Bulgaria is no place for a priest...even if he is cute."
He moved away as she moved closer. "Miss..."
"Sophie," she purred.
"Ms. Sophie, I must really get going." He looked behind him as he felt another's presence and then he was suddenly on the ground, facing a panther. He wanted to scream, but instead, he started praying. Was this what happened to the fellow members of the church?
As claws ripped into his flesh and canines bit into him, ripping off flesh, his prayers were interrupted as he did scream before his vocal cords were torn out.
It was truly odd how your life can flash before your eyes. The last thing he thought of was not if he was going to hell for making out with Angel, but more to the lines as to if he'd see her again.
All the vampires walkin' through the valley
Move west down Ventura Boulevard
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
All the good girls are home with broken hearts
What would Nick think of this? First catching him giving up his religion for a vampire that he didn't really favour, then dying by an attack of a panther. He expected to die of a bullet on a church mission, or growing old all alone. Not dying in so much pain.
Free fallin', now I'm a, free fallin', now I'm a
Free fallin', now I'm a, free fallin', now I'm /
I wanna glide down over Mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
Gonna free fall out into nothin'
Gonna leave this world for a while..
Whiteness filled his vision before blackness took over...
- Text of a letter sent to Angel in New York City, from John Vari in Bulgaria -
Angel,
I arrived today, Sunday the 16th. Bulgaria is different from what I had expected, and I find myself not only missing you a great deal, but also -- I am questioning the direction of my life. Perhaps it is best to give up the life of a Priest. I am questioning my actions so much, and do not take it that you are the cause of it. I love you a great deal -- and how am I to help others, when I can't even help myself or know where I stand?
I hope to be home before the week is out. See you then.
God Bless,
Ft. John Vari 3/16/03