The Church.

Music: 
[youtube]https://youtu.be/CUOlc_j4rMA?list=PLDgiaVwE3PvG0iHpEVx9YPM9p7mN56iOZ[/youtube]

Subtle, yet impossible for his acute senses to have missed, a low frequency rumble reverberated through the church building like a soft earthquake. Mithias' golden eyes followed the woman's body as it dropped as if in slow motion to the floor. An animalistic chill ran up his spine much like the rumbling shockwave that now ran up the walls, trembling the ornate glass windows, and the short hairs on the back of the vampire's neck bristled. The powers in use here were far greater than they had anticipated.

A perfect statue, judgemental in his fine suit perched high above, Mithias made no move to belie his understanding of the exigency of the situation. His contact lens provided the best feed of the shit-scene that was about to erupt. Red tentacled worms slathered on the floor from the now dead woman's smiling head. It was clear the entire gathering was equally possessed as they surrounded the several, unlucky agents below and simultaneously attacked them. All those people, they were all already dead. Amid the fear, amid the horror, Mithias was stricken with a sense of loss. Already, he mourned those people. 

Pulling two handguns from holsters under his jacket, Mithias gave last rites to those below. "The Lamb of God takes away the sins of the world. Happy are those who are called to his supper." As the creatures jumped, he began firing, a rain of bullets, one by one, into the heads of the attackers below. First priority was to drop the attackers in immediate proximity to the fleeing agents. If a knife through the head could stop the woman, then a bullet could do the same to the rest of them. Mithias fired over and over, slowly walking alongside the railing of the second-floor level to get a better angle on those barring the exit that Buck had described out into the graveyard. Surely by now, he had made himself obvious to the enemy, the pastor in particular. Mithias spared one last bullet for the pastor behind the pulpit. Hopefully, that would drop him as well, and there wouldn't be any need for a chase later.

Mags empty, building rumbling, Mithias placed his hands on the railing and kicked himself up into a perfect handstand, before tipping over and landing gracefully on his feet in the middle of the congregation below. What ensued then was a slaughter, ala The Kingsman. (great with no sound imo)

[youtube]https://youtu.be/NXB6slJSbL4?t=23[/youtube] 

Bodies flew. With vampiric speed and grace, Mithias could crush a skull with the blunt end of his empty pistol. Flagpolls and banner holders bearing standards of peace and love became spears and lances. Mithias lacked his swords, but anything was a weapon, candle holders, shards of wood from the splintered pews, the fire-escape axe. These were merely human. He killed and incapacitated the pastor's flock with broken bones and physical death. Their still-living blood spilled and flowed into the isle, fueling Mithias' dark desire until his eyes shifted to a red haze. He knew well enough to avoid the writhing parasites that seeped and slithered out of wounds, but he would slay all 105 of the brood, unless the building came crashing down to do it for him. 

Mithias the vampire was himself, a monster, and his feed was of equally horrific, efficient bloodshed. What was almost as terrifying as a congregation of body-snatched fiends was Mithias' complete lack of hesitation as he rapidly murdered one after another of what looked like people. If the pastor wasn't running by now, he certainly should be.