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Faith	By : BishiMistress Category: +S to Z > Trinity Blood Views: 6602 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I decided to give everyone a little more time to review, it seems kinda silly to respond unless I'm adding an extra page of responses to my chapters :P I've read what I've got so far and I love them though! R&R please! I hope a bunch of ppl didn't skip over last chapter because of my warning. Was it really that bad? Like...it didn't make you want to blow chunks or anything, right? :/ Anyway...

Chapter 28: To Sate the Beast

Abel, Hugue, Leon, and Tres rifled through every nook and cranny in the old building. There were signs of recent use here and there, but the set up was minimalist. The trail ran cold, and Abel knew undoubtedly that Isaac had used his magic once again to cover up the coven�s trail. Abel was livid, tears of frustration staining his cheeks a brilliant red as he randomly destroyed rooms and furniture. Leon and Hugue watched, both disheartened by their miserable defeat, unable to bring Abel to his senses until he�d thoroughly exhausted himself through impotent rage. The sun was sinking beneath the clouds, and the scenery grew darker, casting menacing shadows across the ravaged hideout.

�Father Nightroad, Lady Catherina wishes for you to report to her once the mission is finished. Our objective was to retrieve Lady Alexandra. We failed and are now required to report.�

�Alexandra isn�t a bloody mission, Tres! She is a living breathing human and she was counting on us! I�ll be damned if I report to Lady Catherina simply to tell her nothing has changed. Leon and Hugue can do that well enough without me.� Abel turned to leave, his hair hanging in wet tendrils, half covering his face. His wings faded, his fangs retracted into their normal dull state, and his eyes lost their sinister glow.

�Where are you going, Abel? You can�t leave like this. You�re in no state to be wandering around alone.�

�Trust me, Father Watteau, when I say that you do not wish to accompany me on my nighttime endeavor.� Abel gave Hugue a scathing look, one that made the blood rush to Hugue�s cheeks in embarrassment.

�Where are you going, Nightroad?� Leon tried to be gruff to cover up his concern.

�I�m going hunting.� Abel swept out of the building, his robes flaring behind him, his boots thumping threateningly.

Abel could feel hatred boiling in his veins, an emotion he swore he would never let himself acknowledge again. He gritted his teeth in fury as he remembered Cain�s taunts of having touched his lovely Alexandra. His mind seethed, hoping against hope that Cain had not truly touched her. He thought vaguely about praying for it to be so, but he knew that if God was watching him, aware of his intentions, that he would not be granting him any prayers tonight. He tromped into the darkest, most dangerous, alleyways, waiting for someone to accept his silent challenge. He did not have to wait long for an answer, maybe an hour at most.

�Well well, looks like we�ve got a priest looking for a little midnight loving.� Abel had to mentally grin, completely unaware that he�d strayed into the red light district. A Methuselah slipped into view from the shadows, slowly followed by two companions. They were all young and pompous, having been turned not long ago.

�Hey a priest�s gotta find somewhere to sink his rod, dun�he?� One of the other whelps chimed in and the entire group gave in to uproarious laughter.

�You are vulgar before a man of the cloth. How unfortunate for you.�

�Unfortunate for us? Why, what are you going to do, pray for our forgiveness?�

�No, impudent whelp, I will not pray for your forgiveness. You see, I�m afraid you�ve caught me on a night where I am happily remiss in my duties.� They laughed at him as the dim light reflected in his glasses, blocking his eyes from view.

�An impudent whelp, am I? Well, pathetic Terran, I think it�s about time we showed you your motherfucking place.� The others grinned, one of them cracking his knuckles in an attempt to seem intimidating. Abel grinned right back, an oddly disturbing show of confidence. They should have known then that their fates were sealed.

�And I think you should realize that you are not the top of the food chain.� The group guffawed at this comment, all of them holding their sides.

�And what, pray tell, could possibly feed on Methuselah like us? We eat your kind for shits and giggles. Sure, we could get blood from banks where it�s humanely donated, but the fun lies in the struggle.�

�I couldn�t agree with you more.� Abel licked his lips and the Methuselah, still so confident in their abilities, never even noticed the change in his stance, the eerie electrical vibes rolling of him in tremendous waves of suppressed power.

�Good. Then, since we all agree, I say we get this show on the road.� The lead Methuselah took a step forward, advancing on Abel as he stood stock still in the shadows.

�Maybe you�ll even get some of that late night loving you wanted before we send you to Hell.� The third Methuselah, who�d remained quiet until now, decided to throw his two cents in.

�I�m not the one who will be preyed upon tonight.�

�Oh, that�s right! We�re not the top of the food chain, remember boys?� The ring leader continued to advance, utterly ignorant of his impending demise. �And just who�s going to come and eat us, eh Father?�

�I am.� Abel pulled his glasses off, tucking them into his robes. The grins on the Methuselahs� faces disintegrated as his red eyes flashed brightly through the gloom of the alley. His hair began to flow like a nest full of snakes and he spread his wings to their full span, his scythe materializing in his hand. With a blindingly fast maneuver, Abel took the heads off of the two followers, their bodies collapsing to the ground with a heavy thump. His smile was purely evil as he advanced on the ring leader, pushing him into a corner. Slowly, the blood of his companions began to flow in elegant liquid ribbons towards his attacker, swirling around him in a dance set to silent music.

�What the fuck are you?� His question came in a breathless terrified tone, and it sent chills down Abel�s spine, all humanoid thought gone from his mind. It had been a long time since he truly satiated his blood lust, and fueled as he was by anger and sorrow, he was on the verge of losing himself to the tainted blood and machines that rocketed through his veins.

�I am your deliverer, the next step in the food chain.� Abel proceeded to hack off limbs, relishing the young Methuselah�s cries of agony, and the feeling of his warm blood splattering his body. �Keep a seat warm for me.� Not a single drop was wasted and Abel let his scythe liquify, watching as it absorbed back into his skin. This little victory was plenty enough to sate him for the night, indeed for quite some time, but his soul still cried vengeance. Unable to seek revenge against Cain immediately, he swore to lay waste to Rome�s Methuselah population until he had drowned his anger. Dissolving into his Terran form, he wandered the streets again, and it wasn�t long before another group of foolish Methuselah dared to challenge him, quickly becoming victims to his thirst.

I know it's kinda short, but I suddenly realized I missed Abel, and I haven't been doing a good job of conveying his dismay in this situation. So, here ya go! We'll be visiting the AX and Abel a little more for a while, just so they don't feel left out.
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