God's Vampire and the Countess

CHAPTER 1

I couldn’t sleep during the nearly four hour flight from Seattle to Anchorage. True, the pillow couldn’t suffice for adequate comfort, but it was my excitement that kept me awake. I anxiously looked out the window as the plane descended towards Ted Stevens International Airport. With the plane coming closer, I could see an island in the distance. I would always remember that island: Fire Island.

There were three islands with the name of Fire in the state of Alaska, but this one was the largest and most well-known. I didn’t know it now, but I would be going to that island quite often. Seeing it for the first time, I didn’t see much significance in it. It had neither apparent structures nor civilization. It was a relatively small island at that.

The plane passed through the clouds and landed without incident. I had been on a few fights before but this was the first time flying alone. I was set to be a student at University of Alaska Anchorage. I wasn’t sure about my major, but I had time to figure that out later. First, I would finish my general education requirements and then worry about whether biology would be the major for me.

As the plane came to a stop, I waited patiently as the passengers in front of me grabbed their bags and slowly exited. I was towards the back of the plane. I had a cheap ticket. When the time came, I took my backpack and headed towards the front of the plane. I smiled politely at the stewardess, as she greeted me, and then proceeded into the airport.

I collected my two suitcases at the baggage claims and made way over to the shuttle service. I had brought only two suitcases and a backpack with me. The rest I would buy locally once I found my apartment. I had reserved it a month in advance. All I would have to do is get myself over there and get my set of keys. I lived alone at the moment, but I was planning to get a roommate to help with expenses.

The shuttle service directed me to where the shuttle vans would leave. I paid for my ticket and waited patiently for the vans to arrive. I had left everything behind in Washington. I was no longer on speaking terms with my ex-girlfriend and my friends had already left for colleges across the country. I would still keep contact with them by phone and Facebook.

I had accepted the University of Anchorage Alaska due to a college scholarship I had received. Even with the out-of-state tuition, I had most of my expenses covered. I intended to do well in sports once I got there in hopes that I could get another scholarship for that. I had considered the weather in Alaska and wondered how my morning runs would be like. I wanted to be far from my past life and start anew. Anchorage gave me the isolation I desired.

Thirty minutes later, I boarded the shuttle to downtown Anchorage. Once I got off, I put my suitcases down and took out a map directing me to the apartment. My preparation for the cold was not in vain. Even in August, the temperature was in the low 50s. I wore a ski jacket and black gloves along with a wool cap. Usually, I would bring these clothes for snowboarding but now they would be an everyday occurrence. I looked at my map and was keenly aware that I looked like a tourist to the people walking by me. I soon found the address and walked my way to my new home.

My muscles in my arms ached carrying the luggage around as I came to the apartment. I came inside the apartment office and dropped my suitcases. The woman at the desk smiled at me pleasantly as if she knew I was from out of state.

How can I help you today?

I have an apartment reserved. Christopher Perry, I stuttered.

I will need to see your ID. The woman’s Alaskan accent was thick and took me a second to register.

Right, I said and then fumbled for it in my jacket pocket. I took out my driver’s license and a print out of my lease.

The receptionist took my ID and then typed my name into the computer. Yes, apartment number 226, she told me.

She proceeded to give me the keys to the room. Let me walk you over to it, she offered.

I nodded appreciatively and then took my ID back. I hurriedly put my gloves back on and grabbed my bags. The receptionist led me to my apartment and engaged in small talk with me. Are you new to the area? she asked.

Yes, I am from Washington state, I told her.

She nodded, as if confirming her suspicions about me. It’s a little chilly here. Make sure you dress appropriately, or you’ll freeze out here, she warned.

I will take that under advisement, I promised.

She went up some stairs and opened the apartment for me. I looked inside for the first time and scanned the apartment. There was a small living room and a kitchen. I put my suitcases down and toured the place. I checked out the bedroom, bathroom, closet, and then came back to the receptionist.

What do you think? she asked.

Good. I have never had an apartment before, but it looks good, I replied.

She took out a small piece of a paper. In case you see any damages write them down on this and turn it in within the week or else you will get billed when your lease is up, the receptionist explained.

Understood.

She handed me two keys; one for the apartment and another for my room. If you need anything just call the front desk. We have a repairman that can come out five days a week.

Thank you.

Once she had left, I looked over the apartment again and considered where I would put the bed, couch, TV, and other items I planned to buy before school officially started. I took my cell phone out and kicked myself for not calling my parents earlier. I reminded myself that the time zones were slightly different and then called.

Hi mom. I’m at the apartment. Everything is fine, I said.

How was your flight? my mother asked.

Boring, there wasn’t even a movie, I complained.

Well, I’m happy you managed to find your apartment. Is it spacious enough?

I looked around and confirmed that it was so. Yeah, you could fit two people in here.

There’s no need for another roommate. We’ve got you covered, my mother told me.

I knew that, but on the other hand, a roommate had its benefits like playing video games, watching movies, or even playing chess. I know, I said finally.

When does school start?

The 25th I think, I recalled.

Make us proud.

I will, I rolled my eyes.

Sabrina looks up to you, my mother reminded me; my younger sister.

I am sure she does, I doubted.

Well, we’re going to have dinner soon. Take care and call me if you get into any trouble.

I will, I said.

Okay, love you.

Love you too, I said lamely and hung up the phone.

The University of Alaska Anchorage was a half mile away and only took me 10 minutes to find it. Strolling into the student union, I found a few groups tabling. One of them came up to me with a clipboard. Are you registered to vote? he asked me.

I did it back home, I told him.

If you’ve changed your residence you could register here, he said.

Sure, I said appeasing him and began filling out the form.

Need any help? he asked.

I think I got it, I said as I filled out the last section.

I gave him back the form. Be sure to vote this November; this election is going to be important, he reminded me.

Aren’t they all? I thought.

I went past some of the tables. One was for the Model United Nations Club and another one was for a sorority. A student government table was also present; the two people sitting there were passing out fliers for the next student council meeting.

I then found a table that interested me, a Catholic Church table. The table was being manned by two older looking students. The table had some brochures. Hi, I’m new to the area, and I haven’t joined a parish yet, I told them.

Why don’t you join St. Ann’s Parish then? Are you a Catholic returning home? one of them asked.

Coming home? I wondered.

Like, returning back to the Church after an absence, he tried to explain.

Oh, no, I have always been Catholic. I go to church every week.

Cool. Here’s a brochure showing you the directions and the kinds of programs we’re offering, he said giving me one.

I glanced at the brochure and then put it in my pocket. I’ll be there, I told them and then walked off.

I found a bike shop near the campus and looked over the various bikes. Although some of the dirt bikes look impressive, I only needed a street bike that could get me from point A to point B. I found a cheap bike for $150 and rode back home.

I locked the bike at the bike rack and walked back to my apartment. Entering the apartment, I set myself to work on my laptop. Since I didn’t have a car, I would have to buy what I needed off the Internet. I found myself scanning websites for electronic and furniture stores. I inputted my address and credit card number and then closed my laptop.

On Sunday, I went to St. Anne’s Church in downtown Anchorage and arrived ten minutes before mass started at 8:30 a.m. The church was white and modern in design. There were some stained-glass windows, but it reminded me of a school. I locked my bike on the bike rack and was greeted by the priest with a handshake. The inside of the church was as modern as the outside. There were wooden pews made of light wood and a large crucifix at the end. It was a smaller church than the one in Washington, but I felt instantly at home.

I blessed myself and decided to take a seat toward the back. I didn’t want to bring too much attention to myself on my first visit. As I looked around, I saw a young woman in the back row to my side. She wore a black dress that went to her ankles and a black coat. She also wore black gloves and a scarf that covered her neck. She wore sunglasses that appeared to be prescription-related. She was covered up so much that the only part of her I could see was her face.

I tried not to stare, but she seemed different from the others. There were talkative elderly women, chatting, parents struggling to keep control of their kids, and a few young people. This woman wasn’t interacting with anyone, nor was she kneeling in prayer. She had long brown hair and pale skin, which was slightly paler than the average person. I wondered if being pale was an Alaskan trait from not having enough sunlight. Her lips were also pale; she hadn’t used any make-up.

I turned away from her and picked up a prayer book. I read through the readings, and then stood as the mass began. When communion began, I took my place in the line and realized that the woman in the back row was in front of me. I felt a chill go through my body as I realized that the two of us were last in line. As the line processed, I felt a sense of dread. Had she seen me staring?

As the woman came closer to the priest, I realized she was still wearing her gloves. She formed an X with her arms and came forward. The priest blessed her forehead and let her pass. I regained my focus and held up my hands to receive the host. When the mass was ended, the woman stayed behind but was not kneeling in prayer. She seemed to concentrate on the crucifix at the altar.

I stepped outside and talked with some of the parishioners about the weekly activities that went on. I was invited to be a sponsor for the RCIA. I said I would give the idea some thought; I wasn’t sure what my Wednesday schedule would be. I approached my bike to go home when I saw her coming towards me.

You rode your bike here? she asked me.

I hadn’t heard her voice before; it sounded mature and the accent was a little different. I couldn’t place it, but it was slightly different from the Alaskan accents I had come across.

Yeah, I don’t have the money to buy a car, so I ride my bike everywhere, I said conversationally.

Where do you live?

I told her the apartment complex and a general location but not my apartment number. That’s more than three miles from here, she said.

Yep, I replied as I unlocked the lock around my bike.

It’s going to rain today. Let me give you a ride, she offered.

I looked up at the dark sky; she was probably right. Will my bike fit? I asked. I wasn’t going to leave it behind.

I own a truck. It will fit in the bed.

That would be great. Thank you, I said appreciatively. So, what’s your name? I asked.

Anna, she said.

My name’s Chris, I introduced.

Anna nodded acknowledging my existence and then walked over to her truck. I brought the bike over to her black Ford. She opened the bed of the truck and assumed I would place the bike in it. I looked over at the large truck; it was different from what I would have expected. I had figured someone like Anna to be driving a small car, not a monster, looking truck. I put the bike in the bed just as it began to rain.

I got into the passenger seat of the truck as Anna started the engine. I noticed that she was still wearing gloves as she took hold of the steering wheel. So…are you from around here? I asked.

Anna pulled the truck out of the parking lot and down the street. She turned on the radio, which played soft classical music. I have lived in Anchorage most of my life, but I was born in St. Petersburg, she said.

So, she was Russian; that was the accent I had detected. I am from Washington state; a student at the University of Alaska Anchorage.

As am I, Anna revealed.

Really, what major? I asked curiously.

Anna hesitated to answer. I’m only taking classes for leisure: Japanese. I noticed a slight twitch as she said Japanese.

That’s cool. I was thinking of majoring in environmental science. There is a lot of parks and wildlife here.

True, Anna confirmed.

So, do you go to St. Ann’s often? I asked. It would be helpful if she knew more about the church.

I have been to it a few times a year. I probably won’t be there next week.

I had remembered that Anna had crossed herself; she must not be Catholic. Why did you come if you’re not Catholic? I asked; hoping I wasn’t prying.

My parents weren’t very religious, I haven’t been to a church in years, she said.

I wonder what she meant by years; she didn’t look like she could be much older than me. Why the change?

She hesitated before responding. Every faith seems incomplete to me when it comes to the universal question. Why we are here and what is our purpose in life? I want to feel this confidence, this love Christians talk about. I don’t feel it.

There wasn’t much I could say to that. Don’t you ever feel odd coincidences beyond your control? There was this one time when I broke my ankle while snowboarding. Then this guy came out of nowhere and helped me back down the hill to the first-aid station. My dad wanted to give him something, but he refused and took off. I never saw him again.

It looks like you had a guardian angel that day, she remarked.

Yeah, I think so, I smiled.

What about the bad times? When everything goes wrong? she asked me.

That’s when we rely on God the most. Do you remember the tsunami that hit Indonesia? I asked.

Vaguely.

Everyone from all over the world came together to help people: food, water, shelter, medical supplies. I think it was one of the most generous displays by people in a long time.

So suffering and misery serves a purpose. It brings us together and makes enemies friends. An interesting thought, she said with a hint of cynicism.

Ann drove up to the apartment complex and parked. Thanks for the ride, I said thankfully.

Anna nodded and then we both got out of the truck. You live here? she asked.

Yeah, I have an apartment, a year-long lease, I said vaguely.

Can I see it?

It was an odd question, and it made me slightly uncomfortable. The apartment was still a mess from unpacking. Sure, I said politely.

She walked slowly with me to the apartment like she was in no hurry and then walked with me up the stairs. It was hard for me to see her expression through her sunglasses, but she appeared to be studying the scenery.

I unlocked the door and went inside. Can I come in? she asked.

Of course, I replied.

She stepped in and then looked around the room. She jerked slightly as I turned the lights on. She seemed to ignore the mess as she took a tour of the place. You just recently arrived here, she observed.

Yeah, I came in last Friday. All yesterday I unpacked and shopped on my computer. Church has been the most exciting thing for me this whole weekend, I said trying not to sound lame.

I see, since you don’t have a car you order everything online, she realized.

Right, so where do you live? I asked.

I own several houses in the area. My favorite is on Fire Island, she said.

Oh cool, I thought the island was uninhabited, I recalled still blown away by the fact she owned so many houses. Her parents must be exceptionally rich.

It is, she dodged.

You must have a boat then. How are the waters? I asked. I had heard the waters around here were rather rough and icy cold. So cold, a human wouldn’t be able to last for a few minutes.

Treacherous, but the island is only three miles from the shore, so I risk it, she smirked.

I smiled at that; I liked that adventurous attitude of hers. Other than your boat is there a way to get to the island?

There is a ferry for tourists. But you can call me, and I will bring you across.

That would be great, I said as I took my cell phone out.

I plugged her number in, as she gave me the ten digits. Are you ready for my number, I asked.

My phone will have it when you call me, she said dismissively.

So, the ball was in my court then. That works, I allowed.

I should get going. Let me know what classes you’re taking. There’s a good chance I have taken the course before, and I take excellent notes.

Sure thing, I said.

She turned to the door, hesitated as if she were thinking about something and then left down the stairs. I watched her walk down the path towards the parking lot. Once she was out of sight, I took a seat at the table and assessed the situation.

If I could believe everything she had said, she would have to be amazingly wealthy and smart. Where were her parents? I didn’t want to ask too many personal questions, but I assumed they were dead. That would explain why she owned multiple houses, a large truck, and a boat. She must have inherited these things from her deceased parents. Still, other things didn’t add up. She was taking college classes only to learn Japanese. Who did that?

The more I questioned her lifestyle the more intriguing she became. She had gone to the church even though she didn’t believe. I had met my fair share of unbelievers. While some kept to themselves, others openly mocked the Church for being backward in a modern world. None went to church recreationally.

As I thought about it, there were some definite benefits to being friends with her. That truck of hers could easily haul a new TV set or any piece of furniture. I also hated the idea of riding my bike in below freezing weather. I hadn’t learned the bus routes yet; it was on my list of things to do. I then realized I was simply using her and that wasn’t what I wanted. It dawned on me that my apartment was in the opposite direction of the coast where she would take off back to her island.

The next day, I went to class for the first time; it was a general education class on environmental science. The class was short; the professor gave out a syllabus. I looked down the list of books I would have to buy. It wasn’t bad, just one textbook. The class schedule was radically different from high school. There were five tests throughout the semester, and I had the option of throwing the worst grade out.

After class, I went to the bookstore and charged the textbook to my student account. While inside the student union, I found a table featuring a chess club. I had played a little chess before with my dad. Can I join? I asked knowing the answer would be yes.

Sure, sign here, a blond woman said motioning for me to sign a piece of paper on the table. I printed my name, email address, and telephone number. I realized with a start that Anna’s name was also on the list.

Do you happen to know Anna? I asked curiously.

Do we? She’s our best player, the guy next to her said. It’s like she can read people’s minds. She can’t be beat.

I nodded impressed. Well, maybe she can teach me a few pointers, I suggested.

Good luck with that, the blond woman smirked.

The first meeting is today at 5 p.m. Here’s a flier, the other said giving me a flyer with times and locations.

I’ll be there, I promised.

I wasn’t sure why I had become enthusiastic about a chess club. To join a chess club would have labeled someone an instant nerd at my old school but with thousands of students it didn’t seem to matter what I did. I was one of thousands: insignificant. There were no noticeable cliques here as there had been back in Washington.

A few hours later, and one more class finished, I found myself in a room filled with small tables. A few players were already present, including Anna. She seemed bored as she moved a chess piece. I walked over and realized she was winning by a landslide against the rather hapless player.

Her opponent seemed uncertain as he moved a chess piece hoping it wouldn’t cause a checkmate. Anna gracefully selected her queen and checkmated him. Good game, he smiled offering his hand.

Anna politely shook her opponent’s hand with her black gloved hand and let him take off to another table where he would have better luck. Anna smirked as she examined the board; the majority of her army remained intact.

I didn’t think we would meet again so soon, Anna smiled at me.

Well, I played a little chess back in Washington and then I saw your name on the list, I said truthfully.

Well, so you know, you have no chance against me, she said.

I know, I said.

You know…, she repeated.

I have a proposition for you. I’ll do my best to defeat you, but you play to draw, I offered.

A draw? she questioned.

Right, you play defense the whole time, so I don’t take any of your pieces and you don’t take any of mine, I explained.

We could be here for a long time.

I don’t mind.

I like your humility. You know your place before a chess master. I’ll take black, she said and began setting up her pieces.

Some of the other chess observers who were waiting their turns turned to see us begin our game. When the pieces were all set up, I moved a pawn forward. Anna moved her own pawn and then stared at me as if trying to read my next move.

So, how was your Japanese class? I asked.

The professor assigned a lot of reading material. We have to read 20 pages in Japanese and write a one-page paper on it, Anna said as if it were nothing.

That seems rather advanced, I said shocked.

It’s an upper-division Japanese class. I passed the Japanese beginners test, she explained.

Why Japanese?

I am fluent in a few languages, but I have been putting Japanese off for a while, she said.

That’s impressive, I expressed and made another move.

I have a lot of time on my hands.

I made another move with my knight hoping it would look clever. She lazily moved a piece foiling my perfect plan. Classes were okay today; not too much work assigned. College is based a lot on tests, I observed.

College isn’t about learning; it’s about discipline and performance. You learn on your own time, she said.

I guess you’re right, I allowed. One of the topics was about climate change. What do you think? I asked.

It exists. I have been monitoring it, Anna said unconcerned.

I wondered how she was monitoring it. Did she have a weather station on her island too? Are you concerned at all? I asked.

Not really, as long as my island isn’t flooded, she sounded bored.

Do you own the entire island? I asked.

She gave me a mysterious look. I have a claim on the land through an ancestor. The authorities don’t bother me, and I don’t bother them.

You ever go fishing? I asked as I made another move with a rook.

Anna blocked my attack without even having to look at the board. Certainly, but I prefer to hunt.

My eyes lit up at that. What game? I asked.

Moose is my favorite but usually deer.

Really, I bet they get pretty big here, I said referring to the moose.

Nothing I can’t handle, she smiled.

What kind of rifle do you use? I asked.

A 1769 Russian musket, she said as if it were nothing.

I simply stared at her. A musket? I repeated.

Hunters used to hunt with them centuries ago, she reminded me.

I know, but isn’t that hard? You have to get the gun powder out and make sure it doesn’t get wet. They’re not terribly accurate, I said critically.

That’s the challenge. Of course, I could take down a moose with an automatic AK-47 but where would the sport be in that? I try to kill the animal with one shot but if not I have to track it down for miles.

Why not let it go?

I have to end the animal’s suffering. Besides, I have to give my dog something fun to do.

That sounds exciting. What kind of dog do you have?

Anna considered me for a moment and then made another move on the board. It’s still moose season now. Why don’t you join me sometime," she offered.

I would love to, but I don’t have a license for this state, and I don’t have a rifle, I said disappointed.

I will be the one shooting and it’s on my land. I own a cottage outside the city limits. There won’t be any interference.

How about this weekend? I asked.

I would like that.

The chess adviser came to our table and looked at our board; it was still a draw with only four pawns destroyed since the game had begun. It’s been thirty minutes, and you haven’t beaten him yet Anna, he said surprised.

I am giving him some pointers. He won’t learn if I checkmate him in three moves, Anna reasoned.

Young man, you are playing against the best chess player this university has ever had, the chess adviser said proudly.

I sure can’t beat her defenses, but I’ll try, I said with a determined smile.

Not today, Chris, Anna said as she sacked my king.

We stood up as two new players took over the table. Thank you for not crushing me like a bug back there, I said gratefully.

Don’t mention it. I’ll see you soon, she said as she picked up her backpack and turned away.

CHAPTER 2

I didn’t see Anna on Tuesday or Wednesday morning, but I was surprised when I did see her at the RCIA meeting at the church that Wednesday night. It was an introductory meeting. The actual classes would begin two weeks later. The classes didn’t take place in the church but in the community center, which was off to the side of the church. The classroom was filled with chairs and a podium towards the back. There were also a few tables with materials. The room also had a kitchen towards the back where I spotted some coffee pots.

Upon entering the classroom, I saw Anna reading an RCIA book. Hi, I didn’t think you would be here, I said surprised.

I knew you would be here, she said simply and put the book down.

Oh? I wondered.

I overheard you talking with the RCIA people.

So, you came just for me? I said somewhat flattered.

Not just because of you. I like to meet new people. They all have interesting stories, she said and then focused her eyes on the people in the room.

Well, that’s great, I said.

You better sign in, she advised.

Right, I nodded and walked off to the table.

Are you a sponsor or an inquirer? an elderly woman asked me; her name was Janet from the name tag.

A sponsor, I guess. I haven’t done this before.

Have you received all the Sacraments: Baptism, Confirmation, and Holy Communion? she listed off.

Yes, I had all of those.

Well, then you’re set. Get yourself a name tag, a red binder, and a book, she instructed.

I took off my jacket, as the name tag wouldn’t stick, and put it on my sweatshirt underneath. There were two sets of binders; one was red and the other was blue. I assumed the blue was for inquirers; Anna had a blue binder. I took the red binder and the RCIA book and then signed my name on the form.

Fill this form out, Janet said while pointing to a white form in the binder.

I took the form and looked over it briefly. It was a questionnaire of sort. I looked around the classroom and didn’t see anyone familiar in the crowd of people. Most of the sponsors were old, it seemed, but there were some young people. There were couples I assumed wanted to get married, and then there were university students I hadn’t met before. I took a seat by Anna, who was the only one I was remotely familiar with. She likewise seemed out of place among the group.

You know anyone here? I asked her.

Not personally, she answered.

The class was about forty people; the majority of which had blue binders. That meant a shortage of sponsors, which was convenient because I didn’t want to be cut. I suppose even if I was, it would be a good learning experience. I was probably the youngest person in the room; it made me a little apprehensive. I took out the form and began writing my contact information. Then I started working on the essays. The essays were broad questions concerning my spiritual journey, my motivation for getting involved, and what I had done in the Church up until now. I didn’t have too much to say but managed to fill in the blanks completely.

Do you have a sponsor? I asked her.

Nope, I don’t think I will need one.

Why’s that? I asked curiously.

There’s a shortage of sponsors, and I don’t know how serious I am going to take this, she said.

So, you’re not sure you want to convert?

Precisely. There are more serious people here that need sponsors.

I suppose that made sense although Anna’s view was a little odd to me. What was her motivation? Do you have an idea of when you will decide?

It appears I have until late November to decide, Anna said after looking at the schedule in the binder.

I see. My heart fell a little upon realizing she wasn’t taking the process seriously. When I saw her in the classroom, I had an idea that I would be able to help her. Now it seemed it wouldn’t be likely she would even want my help. I am not sure if Anna was aware of this, but I started looking for people my age that might be more serious.

Did you bike here again? she asked.

Yeah, walking takes too long, I joked.

You could take the bus, she recommended.

I haven’t memorized the bus routes yet, I said sheepishly.

She stared at me as if wondering what to say and then turned to the front. The RCIA leaders were about to speak. "Welcome to St. Anne’s RCIA. This is our first meeting of the year. We will begin formal classes two weeks from now. Let’s start with an opening prayer. The majority of the crowd opened their binders and found the opening prayer on the first page.

RCIA Catholic Prayer

"Lord, we pray for those who journey to you.

Strengthen their faith.

Open their hearts to the fullness of your love.

Deepen their understanding.

Set their hearts afire for the kingdom.

We ask this through Jesus, who is the Way, the

Truth and the Life for all.

Amen."

When the prayer was finished, the RCIA leaders began to introduce themselves one-by-one. They spoke of their spiritual development, and why they felt called to be a part of the Church. There were a total of six of them, and so it took around thirty minutes to finish. When they had all finished, I felt inspired to give the program a shot and to stay the course even if I did feel a little out-of-place.

Let’s have all the sponsors who don’t have inquirers stand up, Janet requested.

I awkwardly stood up and so did a number of other people. Okay, inquirers who don’t have sponsors make sure you remember those who are standing up. Now, let’s see the inquirers who don’t have sponsors stand up.

I took a seat as Anna stood up. There were a fair more inquirers without sponsors than sponsors without inquirers. Janet then motioned for the inquirers to sit down. Usually, we allow sponsors and inquirers to pick themselves in the next two months. Rarely do we have to pair two people up but it has happened before. We appear to have more inquirers than expected this year, but we usually get more sponsors in the coming weeks, Janet told the group.

Let’s have each one of us take turns introducing ourselves. Tell us your name, where you are from, your favorite activity, and your favorite color, Janet said.

The group went around talking about themselves until it finally came to me. My name is Chris Perry, I am from Seattle, I like to ski and play hockey, and my favorite color is green.

I sat down as the crowd all eyeballed me at once and felt some relief that it was over. I then noticed that Anna was next. She looked over the group before she began. My name is Anna Morozova, I was born in St. Petersburg, but I have lived most of my life here. I like to read and learn languages, and my favorite color is black.

Anna was the last to speak among the group. Let’s take a break, Janet allowed us.

Break-time consisted of snacks and drinks on a table. I grabbed a paper plate and got some chips, crackers, and cookies. I also got myself a coffee packet and poured some hot water into the cup. I immediately put the cup down; it was too hot. I took a spoon to spin the coffee in the cup and then used a napkin, so I could hold the cup without burning myself. I turned around and saw Anna waiting for me to move out of the way.

Do you like coffee? I asked her.

No, I prefer tea, she said and then grabbed a cup.

I took a sip of my coffee; it was still too hot. Anna filled her cup with hot water and opened a tea packet. What do you think so far? I asked.

Anna stirred her tea with a plastic spoon. Life stories never get old. Everyone has their tale to tell.

Do you need a napkin for that? It looks hot, I offered as steam rose from her tea.

She stared at me confused and then looked at her cup. Oh, I’ll be fine.

Anna and I took seats at a table; there were a few others there as well. Anna didn’t have a plate, only her cup of tea. So, you’re from Russia. How did you come to Alaska? a woman at our table asked; her supposed fiancé was with her.

My father brought me over here by boat, Anna answered.

Really? All the way from St. Petersburg? the woman questioned.

Anna took a sip of her tea masking her displeasure at the question, but I caught it from the side. There is an Arctic route; it’s quite scenic actually.

I had no idea. I had thought it was all frozen over, the fiancé said.

It is free from ice in the summer months, Anna explained.

So, how did you two meet? I asked changing the subject.

The two looked at each other affectionately as if asking who would be the one to tell. We went to school together, and we happened to have a few classes together. So, we became study partners and it went from there, the fiancé said.

Anna took another sip of her tea.

So, what inspired you to come here? the woman asked.

Well, I’m rather new, and I thought it would be good to join some organizations in the area. And I think I need to know a little more about my faith. You have to know your faith to fully appreciate it.

Right, you’re from Seattle. How is Anchorage treating you?

It’s a little colder but it’s been good.

It’s time to go back to the classroom, one of the RCIA leaders called.

Well, nice to meet you two, the woman’s fiancé said as the two got up.

Sure thing, I said as they left.

I threw my paper plate away after finishing the last cookie and walked back to the classroom with my cup of coffee. There was a closing prayer and then we all assisted in stacking the chairs. I put on my jacket and prepared to leave on my bike when Anna stopped me. Put the bike in the truck.

But I…, I began.

There is no need to suffer unnecessarily.

Before I could say anything more, she was out the door and was walking towards her truck. I unlocked my bike and walked it over to where she was at. Anna lowered the tail gate, so I could place the bike into the bed of the truck. Thanks.

You’re welcome, she said as she got into the truck.

She glanced at me for a moment and then pulled out of the parking lot. So, what did you think? I asked.

I was bored but not discouraged, she replied.

What do you mean? I wondered.

The real classes don’t really begin for two weeks. There’s nothing new they can tell me but hearing the same information with a different voice could make it worthwhile.

So, you know the Catechism? I asked amazed.

I know what it says but not the feeling behind it. I want to know the feelings behind the laws and rituals. If knowledge was all God wanted from us, I would be a saint.

Maybe you will find what you’re looking for if you taught others then, I suggested.

Perhaps, she allowed.

So, I’ll definitely see you next week here?

I have nothing else scheduled.

Her tone wasn’t terribly enthusiastic but then I considered the way she talked. It seemed so sad and lifeless. We still on with that hunting trip? I asked smirking.

Absolutely.

Do I need to prepare for anything?

Just dress warm and pack and an extra pair of clothes in case you get wet. Heat leaves the body quickly if you’re wet.

Do you want me to meet you somewhere? I asked.

No, I’ll pick you up, she replied.

She then drove to my apartment complex’s parking lot. Here we are, she told me.

You have a good memory, I said; she hadn’t asked me for directions like before.

I’ll see you later, she said once I had taken the bike out of the truck.

Thanks again, I said as she drove off.

That Saturday, Anna drove me to the dock and then pointed out her boat. It was a typical recreational boat painted white and red. I hadn’t been on a boat before; I wondered if the boat was entirely safe. Anna didn’t seem to have any reservations as she untied the boat.

Have you ever been on a boat before? she asked me.

No, well there was this fishing boat one time, I recalled.

She seemed to find my ignorance amusing. She grabbed an orange life vest and threw it towards me. I caught it and looked it over. Put it on, she instructed.

I took the vest and discovered how to tighten it up. Come aboard, she offered.

I looked over the edge of the ship and saw its name in red on the side: the Catherine. Anna saw me looking at the name. I named it after the Russian Empress, she explained.

Oh, I remarked.

I came on board and noticed that Anna wasn’t wearing a life vest. How come you’re not wearing one? I asked.

Because I am the captain, she said vaguely.

I didn’t buy her argument even with her navy Captain hat on but decided not to argue. The boat slowly pulled out of the dock and headed toward Fire Island. The trip was rather short; it took ten minutes. I stayed inside the boat as Anna calmly navigated through the water. She had a GPS of some sort at her desk, which gave her the boat’s position. She also had a computer attached to the desk giving her weather reports.

I looked out the window and eyed the waves as they were pushed away from us. The water was a deep blue; the kind that would freeze a person in a few minutes. Anna slowed down and pulled into a dock at the island. Once the boat stopped, Anna exited the boat and tied it up to the dock. Believing it to be safe, I took off the life vest and walked on the dock.

The house is not far from here, she told me.

We went down a path toward the house up a hill and found the house a short distance away. It was a rather large house especially for one person. The house was three stories tall with a large garage that could fit two vehicles. On the second floor, there was a porch large enough for people to sit down in chairs and watch over the island. The yard itself was not fenced and held several trees. I estimated the house to be worth at least a million.

I inherited the house from my parents when they died, Anna explained.

It’s huge, I said astounded.

You should see the inside, she smiled at me.

The inside was even more astounding than the outside. It was rich with plants, paintings, and a few sculptures. I looked over a portrait of what I recalled to be Peter the Great. The living room held a Russian and American flag side by side. As I toured the living room, I then saw the plasma TV and speakers. I nodded with impressed approval. The dining room had a long table made of elegant wood. In the center was a vase filled with crystal flowers.

Anna followed me as I toured the various rooms. The bathroom on the first floor was comfortably large and perfectly clean. In fact, everything about this house exemplified cleanliness. There wasn’t any dust, dirt, or mildew in site. The bathroom was perfectly white and the mirror was also perfectly cleaned.

Do you have a maid? I mean, wow, I complimented.

I am a nut for things being cleaned, she said.

I then found one of the many bedrooms. This one had a bed in the center but nothing else. A guest room, she explained.

Is this one your room, I pointed across the hall.

Yes.

Is it okay if I see? I asked embarrassed.

Sure, she allowed.

I opened the door and ventured inside. I half expected an ultra-girly room filled with pink and boy band posters. Instead, it looked incredibly old-fashioned. The bed looked like it came from the Victorian-age and instead of posters; there was a map on one side and a painting of a ship in a violent storm. I examined the map for a few moments and saw that Anna had made some notes on the Bering Strait. I never realized how close we are to Russia, I commented.

I go there often, Anna said.

How is Russia these days? I asked ignorantly.

There is a lot of suffering and despair there but that’s nothing new for Russians. I have hope for them, she said.

So, what’s the plan? I asked, referring to the hunt.

You will stay the night here, and then we will begin the hunt early in the morning.

What will we hunt with?

Come with me, she said motioning for me to follow.

I followed her down the hall and then to the library. I stared wide-eyed as the next room contained bookcases that reached the ceiling on all four sides. There was a ladder that allowed a person to reach the highest book. In the middle of the room were study desks commonly found in libraries. I looked over the library; they were organized by section. The history section had a collection of modern books published no more than a year ago. Then there were older books that were decades old.

This is incredible, I said.

In my spare time, I have been copying the older books. I have a collection of flash drives here, she said and then showed me a dozen flash drives inside a desk.

Have you read all of these books? I asked amazed.

She hesitated to respond. Not all of them and some of them I have only read parts of. I try to read two books a week.

Anna located a book and handed it to me. It was a history book on Russian exploration of Alaska. She then reached inside the bookcase and triggered something. A section of the book case opened like a door and moved forward slow enough that none of the books fell out onto the floor. Inside the doorway were stairs that led to a basement level.

Anna pointed to the stairway and then walked down the stairs. I followed her down to the basement; a room filled with various artifacts. On one side of the room, there was a collection of Russian swords, uniforms, maps, and then there were the guns.

The back wall hosted several weapons from different ages. The older section hosted muskets from the 18th century and 19th century. Anna had each weapon labeled as they sat in gun racks. She picked