Driving into town.

A bloodmobile with dark tinted windows drives into town.
RED CROSS is written on the side, with faded paint.

The blood mobile pulls up into the rectory of Saint Christophers Catholic church.
A man in a slightly dated priest uniform steps out. Rosary beads hang from his belt, and his collar looks pressed. A small cruxifix hangs from his neck on a necklace.
"Ah, Father Benigan!" A priest comes forth, and shakes his hand.
"Yes, it is I. As much as I enjoy seeing you Brother Ambrose, I had hoped to not need to come here again. But, I go as I am directed by the Vatican and the Lord, it seems evil may have come to your quiet community, if it has, I shall sniff it out!"
"Thank the lord."
"Amen to that, brother, amen to that."
"Come inside, I will show you to your room."
"It is the same one as before?"
"Of course, and it hasn't been touched as per your instructions."
"Good. The church thanks you, there are a number of occult items, which you have been safegaurding for me, neutralized by the holy ground, that would be bad to fall into the wrong hands." He clasps him on the shoulder and lets him lead the way.

Hiding his discomfort well, as he is much used to it by now, "Father Benigan" thanks Brother Ambrose and enters his room.
Locking it behind him, he goes into the dust covered room.
{All is at is should be.} He smiles to himself.
"A wolf in shepherd clothing." He speaks softly aloud.
Small runes start to glow about the room. The dust rises from the furniture and piles itself into a dustbin on the floor, which then rises and empties into a trashcan. Lights in the room alight. Nodding in satisfaction, he begins to prepare.

He informs the monk that he will be obserbing fast, and in prayer and not to be disturbed.
He returns to his room, locks the door, (one of the few rooms with locks), and sets up a ritual of awareness and defense upon the room.
He stays up studying for a bit, then he goes to sleep.