A/N: This is my second attempt at a half-decent vampire story, and this one actually has a plot going in my mind, which is horribly good. I'm not quite sure why I titled it 'Saving Grace', so I suppose I have to work someone named Grace into the storyline. I already did, in my mind, just not in the chapters I have up so far. Have a nice day, and please R&R in order to have more updates! :O
~ Patricia

Jolene looked out across the room, shielding her vision with a tremulous hand. There was nothing left to do now but wait. A disturbance at her side caused her to stir, minorly interested.

"Miss Harris?" the voice asked. Jolene nodded, turning slowly. "Yes, I figured as much. I'm Evangeline McEnroe, we spoke over the phone?" Jolene stared at Evangeline. She was young.probably only 27 or so. Jolene herself, though, was stuck near a perpetual 23, and was none too happy about it.

"Anyway, Miss Harris, we hope you can find whatever you're looking for, here at the McPherson hotel-" She kept going, but Jolene didn't hear her. She adjusted her grip on her bags and looked around. Men and women ranging from 18 to their 70's were bustling around, talking about night jobs and engagements, baby showers and funerals.

Jolene was here for just one purpose: food. She was hungry, and she couldn't eat much anymore. She needed food. Resorts such as this were the perfect opportunity for eating, because everyone was so self-absorbed no one would notice just one person.

Evangeline put an appeasing hand on Jolene's shoulder, snapping her out of her reverie.

"You can always come by my office if you need anything, it's in the mini chapel." Oh lord, she was rambling again. "After all, I am a priestess!" Evangeline laughed easily, her cropped blonde hair swaying with each tremor of her head, her bright blue eyes winking.

"And to think 'Evangeline' means 'angel of the morning'!" Jolene said lightly, although it was meant as anything but a joke. Evangeline gave her another happy grin, and Jolene spread her lips in a small grin, revealing her incisors. Evangeline nodded briskly to a younger boy walking toward her.

"Jolene, this is Fabian Norton. He can help you with you bags." Jolene looked at the boy. He was probably in his early 20's, with sharp brown eyes and shaggy brown hair. He beamed at Jolene.

"Nice hair." He said approvingly. Jolene had teased her black hair into many forms, and had finally given up and left it in a ponytail, high up on her neck.

"Thank you." She said, smiling grimly. Fabian picked up her bags and gestured for Jolene to follow.

Evangeline turned back to an altar near her chapel, and Jolene shrugged and walked to catch up with Fabian.

No one suspected a thing, and this was a posh resort, the ones with their own chapels and priests and priestesses always were. This was going to be good.

Dead, I am the one exterminating son.
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze.
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry.
As they slowly turn, conquering the worm.
~ "Dragula", Rob Zombie