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Beautiful Twilight: Bible Break Down (Part 1)

The knock at the door was more of a pounding really- but anything at 7 on Sunday morning when you had a hang over sounded like a pounding.

"Mrrff...Spark...gitdadoor..." Came the voice of a considerably large pile of clothing that was taking up residence on the bottom bunk of the twin beds in Sparkle's room. The voice of course, belonged to Margie, the lovely mouse, and co-manager of Beautiful Twilight. As well as being Sparkle's best friend, The mouse also managed to be a part time lover as well- but then again, most of Spark's lovers were part time.

With a groan of defiance, the wolf pulled herself from the top of her bunk, promptly fell the five feet from the top to the floor, got up, and dredged past piles of clothing, empty bottles, and video games, until she reached the front door of her apartment. A mouse.

There was a mouse, standing at her front door, holding a big black book, and wearing a collection of all white, frilly looking attire. She stood almost 4'10, covered in soft, white fur, and she was smiling brightly. Already Spark could tell this was going to be trouble. Who the hell smiled at 7 in the morning. On a Sunday?

"Hello! Sparkle, Right? Goodness, it seems like you've had a very rough night indeed." The mouse chuckled, and indeed, Sparkle had a very rough night. She stood with her hair draped down over one eye, body slouched, and in one paw, a half finished bottle of Jack Daniel's. It'd practically been glued to her paw all night, and it still seemed to remain so in the morning. A party...they were having some sort of party... Her thoughts were snapped in half by the mouse, whom coughed, and pointed towards her. Naked. Spark was completely naked. She was standing at the door, at 7 in the morning, 100% stark naked.

Giving an irritated sigh, the wolf slammed the door shut, and the mouse herd the sound of scuffling from behind it. Seconds later, it swung open again, and Spark was standing in a bright purple robe.

"...What?" The surly wolf asked quietly. It was 7 in the morning on a Sunday. The mouse was damn lucky she even answered the door.

"Oh, well I see your dressed. My name is Sharon, and I'm here to ask you if you'd enjoy visiting Sunday services with me!" The mouse piped happily. Spark stared, in utter and complete confusion.

"...Services....the hell are you talkin' bout?" Spark growled, but the mouse seemed completely oblivious to what time it was. She was still smiling.

"Church silly! I've been watching you for a while now, and I've got to thinking, what can I do, to help my fellow neighbors with their problems. And, well I hope you don't mind me saying so, but I think we'll both agree you have a LOT of problems." The mouse giggled quietly. The wolf just stared.

"...Kay. Look...I'm...not really much of a church...person. So I'll thank you for-

"Oh, I know that. You're a sinful, Godless heathen that sleeps around with other women. But that's why I'm HERE. Sparkle, I came to help you!" The mouse tittered happily. The wolf blinked in confusion. It was too early to be thinking.

"W, wait, what?" She asked slowly and the mouse tsked and took a step forward, clutching the big book against her miniscule chest and sighed.

"I know it isn't easy to hear, but God hates you Sparkle. Your on a road straight to hell, but don't fret, I can help and guide you, ok sweetie? Take it from me, I know how hard life can be some times, but there's no reason to sink to the level your at. I can fix you if you'll let me. So come on, get some nice things on, we're going to church! " The mouse beamed.

The door slammed with a heavy crash. Another firm set of knocks. Another grumble, another swig of J. D. another moment of perfect annoyance...Sparkle opened the door again. The mouse was still standing there. Smile still plastered over her muzzle.

"See, that's the devil inside of you, Spark. You don't know it, but he's controlling you. He doesn't want you to accept the joy and love of our savior into your heart. " The mouse explained to the ever growing irritated woman in front of her. Spark gave a deep sigh, and lifted a paw to rub her head. She was going to need more alcohol to deal with this. She took a swig of the J.D. in her paws and the mouse pointed instantly, shaking her head.

"We can help you Spark. Really we can. We can help you get over your nasty habits, like drinking, and...well, you know...your debauchery. We can help you so you don't have to sleep with other women to make yourself feel good." The mouse explained with a consoling smile. Spark twitched. Fingers twitched, her lips ached to spit the spidery words of a magic spell that would melt the mouse in front of her into a steaming pile of faith.

. She could- if she were so inclined,- begin casting. She could cast a spell right this moment, that would reduce the woman in front of her to a smoldering pile of ashes. And she was getting damn close.

"Look, I'm...ok. I'm...Shit, I don't know what to say to something like this. "The wolf muttered quietly. And Sharon smiled brightly.

"Oh, just say YES! That's all you need to say, I know it's a bit over whelmin-

"NO! I don't know if you can understand me, since I don't speak "Arrogant Bitch" very fluently, but I'm not going to go to your church with you, and I don't want your kind of "help" either. I'm quite happy with my habits, and I LIKE sleeping with women, I adore alcohol, and I'm every bit inclined to FUCK a girl WHILE drinking. Thank you for wasting my time. Good day. "The wolf groaned, and shut the door- only to have it pop open again, the mouse having wedged that big black book she was holding in the frame.

"Now, now Sparkle. You need this. It's the devil talking to me now, but I know for a fact that you aren't happy with your life. And I want to help you, I really do, I'd hate to have to call the super because of this mess of an apartment of yours, and all the alcohol here. This place is a fire hazard, and it would be terrible to be out of a home, now wouldn't it?" She asked, the smile slowly fading away, resulting in a smug smirk. Spark groaned quietly, and took another swig of her bottle. She shook her head again, staring at the mouse who was getting closer and closer to a flaming, screaming death.

"That's...funny. I know it's early, but it sounds a lot like you just threatened me. I mean, I've got my bottle here, and I'm hung over, but I could have SWORN that's what that just sounded like...good thing it wasn't huh?" Spark explained, the rumble of an angry growl on her voice. The mouse remained where she was.

"Spark, you're a sin against GOD and you really need to change your ways. I know about you, I've done research. You're the owner of a seedy bar, and you're the child of a mother whom is currently, taking residence at the Sunny Skies clinic for the mentally insane. Your father is in prison, isn't he? I know that's not how you want to end up, is it Spark? You want to end up like your mother? Mentally unstable, drug addicted and a worthless member of society? I know it doesn't seem like it, but you CAN be saved, Sparkle.

"Lady, your breath is a sin against God. And if I hear one more word about my mother I will kill you. " The wolf hissed, the bitch obviously didn't know who she was messing with. Spark didn't need anything fancy, or some catch phrase that one might hear from a movie. No, straight and to the point, that's all she needed. She'd point her fingers at the mouse, mumble a few words, and the rodent would simply cease, to, be. The mouse, however, shook her head.

"I am trying to HELP you Sparkle. I'm trying to fix you. You need to learn about Jesus, and save your own soul, your on a bullet train to hell!" Sharon explained.

"I'll save you a seat. Now please go away. "

"Everybody hates you Spark. You're a lesbian. Don't you realize how terrible that is? "

"Firstly, I'm a bisexual. I get the best from both worlds. Secondly, I'm quite fond of my life style. Third, nobody hates me.

"God hates you. "

"Would this be the same loving God that wants to save my soul and sent you to talk with me?"

"Why yes it would!"

"And the same God whom tells you it's ok to throw stones at people and bomb abortion clinics, and rally in protest of grave sights?"

"God works in mysterious ways. Those whom truly believe carry out the commands he gives us. "

"Do you believe that it's ok to kill people whom are not part of God's plan, and aren't "Christians?"

"If he wishes us to."

"Does God talk to you?"

"Everyday."

"Can you talk to him."

"Yes."

"Does he know you've got the brain capacity of a bar of soap?"

"...I..."

"Cause if you talk to him, I bet he does."

"Sparkle..."

"Go away. "

"I'm going to call the land lord and get her to kick you out of here. I won't live next to a heathen."

"Go for it babe. When you get to hell look for the dude named Jack. He'll show you the BEST places to get tortured. And when I get there, I am going to fuck you with a bottle of whiskey."

"I'll pray for you. "

"Lady, pray for some breath mints. "

The door shut. The mouse left and Spark extinguished the ready fireball she was holding behind her back. The wolf gave an irritated sigh, closed her eyes and tried to ignore everything that just occurred to take up the last ten minutes of her life. There was a knock at the door again and again and again- and would not go away until Sparkle finally gave in and opened the door- bottle of Jack lifted over her head, ready to crash down into the face of the Jesus freak. Instead of the haughty mouse, however, was a young looking raccoon, dressed in blue jeans, a while shirt and a blue jean jacket. Next door neighbor. Jacob. Sparkle rarely talked with him, but he was an ok guy. Put her to bed once, when he discovered she was trying to get into his apartment, after thinking his was hers while intoxicated.

"Err...Jacob."

"Heya Spark...Hey, listen, I heard what just happened. I just, I had to say that she, she uh...she doesn't represent us. "

"You?"

"Christians."

"I am totally, NOT in the mood to have another conversation like this. "

"Well, ok, But, just lemme say this: There isn't anything you can do to make God hate you. "

"I was born. Life's been kind of a shit hole since, I think. I'd say he hates my guts. So fine, I don't need him, or anyone else "Watching " over me. Fuck you."

"Hey, that's not fair. I haven't done anything to you at all. "

"...S, sorry. Sorry your right. Alil...lil bit streshed out. Err, Stressed. Stresshed. "

"It's... it's ok. But, she goes to my church and tends to be a little bit...extreme. Please be careful around her. And have no doubt, she's probably calling the landlord right now. " The raccoon said sadly. The wolf threw her head back and let out a chuckling gash of a laugh.

"Let her. Hidari wouldn't throw me out, even if I broke every rule she had. "

"Oh? And why is that? I'll agree, Our landlord...err "Hidari" Is awfully sweet but your place- from what I can see, is pretty um...pretty um..."

"Don't worry. I'll clean it. But Hidari and I are like Thisssss. Actually, if you really mush know...she'sh my mum. But shhhhhh thatsh a secret." The wolf explained, twisting her fingers around one and other. Jacob smiled gently at the drunken wolf and nodded his head.

"Well, I'll let you be then, and I'm glad you and Hidari get along so well, but, please remember what I said about Sharon. She's a fanatic. I don't think God hates you. I think Sharon's just a little bit unsure of what she's doing. I'll talk with her. "The raccoon quipped. He twisted around, and flashed her a gentle smile and walked back to his apartment. Sparkle scratched her head closed her door and sighed softly. She returned to her bed and closed her eyes- but couldn't retrieve the sleep she had lose. She had a nagging feeling, burning in her tummy- that this wasn't over...