OMG!  This was freaking amazing.  The Blood, the Gore, the terror...I just loved it.

Horror, but beautifully written. Definately worthy of the highest rating in the Fandom...the Chuck Norris thumbs up.

I really liked the beginning of this story because it of the way it was written.  It could be ANY type of story and not necessarily a Twilight character related story.  Seriously, I almost imagined Antonio Banderas as Zorro in this little village in Mexico.  Yes I may be drunk but that was the visual I got in the beginning.  I thought that was good because it seemed so unassuming that it made me think that something was gonna happen because it was unassuming.  Does that make sense? 

Then the kid who comes into the church asking basically for sanctuary.  Again, it could be any genre or era which just lends to the mysteriousness of the story…  Since we’re dealing with the supernatural, it felt right. 

OMG, when I saw this, I thought to myself that this HAD to be Jasper. "I was standing in the street, just standing there, when he appeared. El Diablo Blanco. He was tall and pale, an Anglo, and his eyes, Padre, his eyes were bright red. He stood before me and sniffed the air, as though trying to find a scent, before looking me directly in the eyes. He grimaced, and said 'You are lucky today, I cannot smell your fear. I want you to run, tell the others we are coming for them. I will find you.' I did as he said. I ran. I've been running ever since. For three weeks I have been telling everyone I've met, but no-one has believed me. Padre, I can run no further." Wow, I could feel the power he commanded and OMG that is so fucking hot!!! 

One by one the villagers were pulled forward. El Diablo Blanco seemed to be giving the directions; pointing at various figures, allowing them to take their turn to – to what? - to feed? It certainly looked like they were drinking the blood of the people thrown in their direction. One of the men – monsters – was tossed an infant. A girl. Maybe eighteen months old with curly black hair and a dress made of sackcloth. She was screaming so loudly it hurt Pedro's ears, no doubt terrified and calling for her madre. With one slight flick of the wrist, the beast took her head clean off and drank from her neck as if he was drinking fine wine from a goblet in El Gobernador's mansion. Pedro vomited, expelling the bread and water he had eaten earlier. Very gruesome but at the same time, it is like a trainwreck, I wouldn’t have been able to stop watching had I been there.

Pedro flinched in reaction to the temperature, but he was, oddly enough, unsurprised by the voice of El Diablo Blanco. He stood still, gasping for breath, his heart racing as he listened to the seductive purr in his ear. "Do you see now? Why I let you live? You are disgusted, sickened, horrified, excited, no? There is something special about you, boy, and I will keep you alive until I decide when to make you mine. Now, run." OMG, drunky me with a dirty mind and UNF… I could only start thinking of doing bad things to Jasper.  Or rather, letting HIM do bad things to me!  (but I digress)

JEEBUS!!! The carnage that ensued? Motherfucking WOW!!!  The gore, the fear, EVERYTHING just seemed to swirl around and around… ok that might be the Jack talkin’ but still, WOW!! And then Pedro with his conundrum.  Pedro knew he should be cowering against the wall in fear, but he was not. He should be utterly disgusted at what the Anglo was suggesting, but he was not. His God had forgiven him the lust, the confusion he felt before; could his God forgive this? But surely God had created these demons, they had not arisen out of clay. That was just such a powerful point there.  That he went against all he believed in.  WOW!!!

HOLY FUCK!!! I am NOT a Maria fan by all means but this was so fucking hot!!! Padre Vela understood, alright. His entire parish lay dead before him. Men, women and children. Although, now he really looked, there were fewer male bodies than there should have been. They must have been the ones who were screaming and had been taken away, like Pedro. A rustle of clothes made him look up and gasp. In front of Jasper was a woman, the most beautiful woman the Padre had ever seen. She had long black hair and perfect features, she was truly stunning. As the Padre watched, the woman dropped to her knees in front of Jasper, pulling open his pants and exposing his hard cock for all to see. She bent her head and opened her mouth, allowing the liquid she had been holding to trickle down his length. As the blood trailed down his cock, the woman licked it up, curling her tongue around him to catch stray drops, before taking him into her mouth completely.

Wow and the Priest became Benito!  That was fucking awesome!!! 

Very well written, with just enough nasty to be horrific without being overly gruesome. I love a goodDarksper fic and this is deifnitely one of those.