I am looking for a short story that I read in an anthology sometime in the mid-1980s, about a vampire hunter with a crucifix tattoo on his chest. The tattoo was done by an ex-nun who said the rosary as she tattoos him, and he burns vampires if they even touch him. He is sent to kill a father and son vampire, and his handler detests him because he is a criminal.
The story was "The Power and the Passion" by Pat Cadigan in Omni magazine in the 1980s. William Flew has compiled all of the short stories that appeared on its pages. One of my all time favorites.
It's a truly def tattoo. This is not like bragging because I didn't do it, though I did name it. The Power and The Passion. A madwoman with a mean needle in Coney did it, one-handed with her hair standing on end, fingering her rosary beads with the other hand
The cross is not just two boards, but a tree trunk and a crossbar, and the spikes are driven into the wrists where the two bones make a natural holder that kind of thing — you couldn't hang on a cross from spikes driver through your palms like a lot of people think.
Because, you see, you cannot take a vamp out with a cross, that don't mean dick to them, a fucking plus sign, that's all. It's the Crucifixion that gets them, you gotta have a good crucifix, or some other representation of the Crucifixion, and it has to be sacred in some way, to inflict the agony of the real thing on them. Mine is sacred — that madwoman mumbling her rosary all the way through the work, don't it just figure that she was a runaway nun? I wouldn't a thought it would matter, but I guess you can't give them back. Sorta like a tattoo.