Broken Wings
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+S to Z › Trinity Blood
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,952
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Trinity Blood, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter
Just a short one this time and I'll answer comments next time....
The Shepherd's Prayer property of Boondock Saints. Sorry, coudn't resist using it.
Seth had nearly broken the door when the scream had echoed through the hallway, but the slaughter that she was expecting to find was absent. She managed to catch a black blur out the window and snarled curses under her breath as she raced towards the balcony with Astha next to her and Peter right behind her. It had only taken seconds to locate Abel in the sky as he chased Wendy, but before she could move, there was a furious snarl followed by the hum of wings before Peter suddenly took off, flying right at Abel.
“Bring Wendy back here!” bellowed Seth, shifting into her Crusnik form and spreading her wings as Peter slammed into Abel, knocking him away from Wendy before he grabbed the girl and started back for the balcony as fast as his fairy wings could take them. Abel managed to right himself after a few seconds and snarled as he dove after Peter and Wendy, black lips pulled away from sharp fangs.
“Sorry, Abel,” murmured Seth as she took off right at her brother, slamming into him hard enough to knock him out of the sky. Before he could fall very far, Seth grabbed him, and pulled him to the balcony where Leon was standing between Peter, Wendy and Astha and the large area where Seth was landing. Abel snarled and twisted in her grasp before she leaned between his furiously flapping wings and bit him on the neck, determined to stop him either through his instincts or by draining him far enough that he wouldn’t be able to move. She was delighted when Abel went completely limp, collapsing to the ground to kneel there, head tilted to one side baring his neck as his wings twitched flat against his back.
“Is he gonna be okay or do we have to invest in silvered manacles to hold him?” asked Leon, running his gaze over Abel, who was still kneeling on the stone balcony, clad only in a pair of black exercise pants and watching everyone with hooded eyes that blazed like fire.
Seth sighed and turned to look at Wendy, her fingers holding Abel’s shoulder in such a way that it would discourage him from breaking free while letting her know if he decided to start moving again. “What happened between the time we left you two alone and when he started chasing you?”
Wendy fidgeted with her fingers, twisting them in a nervous manner before her as her red eyes flickered around the adults before settling on Seth again. “I asked why he was so angry and he told me that he had been drugged and tortured for three months in a dungeon. When I asked if he had killed the person responsible, he said that I wasn’t back on Never Island and I couldn’t just make up the rules anymore. I told him that he’d have to get a lot stronger if he was going to defeat his enemies ‘cause we were able to defeat him easily before. Then we fought, with him dodging most of my attacks until I clipped him on the chin. Then I grabbed one of the practice swords and he changed.”
Walking around Abel, Seth bent over to stare into his eyes, and he met her ruby gaze with his own simmering red one, the feralness that had been controlling his actions simmering along with a hunger that made her wonder what else was wrong. As Abel was not in any condition to talk to her, being only seconds away from going through her to get to Wendy, it looked like there was only one way to get her answers.
Placing her hands on each side of Abel’s face, Seth forced him to meet her eyes before she started talking in a soft, rhythmic voice. “And shepherds we shall be for thee, my lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from thy hand our feet may swiftly carry out thy commands. So we shall flow a river forth to thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomeni patri et fili spiritus sancti.”
She ran a hand through his hair, getting a sleepy purr for her actions before tapping him on the nose. “Brother, can you hear me?”
“Hear, Sister,” Abel sighed, his red eyes blinking sleepily, and Seth nodded once. Out of all the safety precautions the military had installed in them, the self hypnosis one was the only one none of them bothered to overcome because they never knew when they might need it during the war. After all, it was hard to get answers out of someone who only snapped and snarled in response to questions.
“Brother, why did you attack Wendy? She is hardly a danger to us.” Seth continued stroking Abel’s hair even as she ignored the slight huff from behind her. It wouldn’t do to break Abel’s trance until after she had found out what had caused the strange situation.
“Smelled sweet and young. Is prey. Wanted to feast on prey,” came the sighed response, and Seth frowned at his wording. Yes, the artificial Methuselah would be considered prey by their instincts, but there was nothing about her that called to Seth.
A sudden thought occurred to Seth. “Brother, when is the last time you fed on blood?”
“Two weeks. A day after you left.”
She closed her eyes and stamped very firmly on the urge to growl and snarl at her idiotic brother. He had been feeding the Crusnik virus a steady supply of Methuselah blood for the past month and then suddenly goes on a diet of the blood. It was no wonder, he went after Wendy when he shifted. “Abel, I need you to come back to me. Crusnik 02 nanomachines activate Medical Emergency authorization Major Seth Nightlord, United Nations Aerospace Medical ID UNASF369TLAS8804SK.”
The hair fell around pale shoulders that were no longer Methuselah pale, and the red glow faded, revealing brilliant blue that blinked in confusion as Abel slowly rose to his feet, swaying slightly until Seth wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him upright even as she shifted out of her Crusnik form.
“What happened?” asked Abel, looking around at everyone with a puzzled expression on his face.
“What happened is that you are an idiot, Brother Dear,” huffed Seth, steering him into the training room. “You’ve been on a steady diet of blood only to stop when I leave on business. Then, when you shifted with Wendy in the room, your instincts saw only a source of nourishment instead of a friend that you helped in the past.”
Abel shook his head, reaching up to grasp his hair. “I don’t have time for this,” he growled. “I managed just fine before without being dependent on blood.”
“And Cain or his lackeys were able to beat you or fight you to a standstill until they could escape,” countered Seth, glaring up at Abel as she stepped away from him to poke at his chest which wasn’t as muscular as it had been two weeks ago. “You’re losing weight that you had gained with proper exercise and a steady diet of food and blood, and you’re also losing control of your instincts. What if it’s Astha next time that you attack when you shift, huh? Or worse, someone who’s not strong enough to fight you or fast enough to outrun you? What then?”
Straightening his shoulders, Abel dropped his hand and glared at her. “That won’t happen,” he growled, his fingers tightening into fists. “I have to be better than Cain or everyone’s in danger. Can’t you see that?”
Snarling, Seth reached up and grabbed a double handful of Abel’s hair, pulling him down to her level and getting a startled and pained yelp out of him. “Now you listen to me, Commander Abel Nightroad, and listen good. Not everything is your fault or your responsibility. If the sun decides to rise in the north instead of the east, it’s not your god damn fault! There’s gonna be more people there to watch your back when you go up against Cain and all of us have to be in better shape.”
She tightened her grip on his hair when he tried to straighten up, reminding him that while she may be small, she was still stronger than he was currently. She had to make him see that he wasn’t going to be outnumbered, and there would be backup with him when it came time for him to take down their insane brother. “Now, you are going to march yourself into your rooms where you are going to take a hot bath before eating everything I have sent up to you. You’ve lost weight, and I don’t like it.”
“I am not going to spend the next several weeks lying around in bed until you have decided that I’m well enough to get out and train,” snarled Abel, his eyes flashing red, and Seth bared her own teeth, her fangs lengthening as she dug her heels in, ready to fight Abel if needed to show him that he wasn’t at his best.
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The Shepherd's Prayer property of Boondock Saints. Sorry, coudn't resist using it.
Seth had nearly broken the door when the scream had echoed through the hallway, but the slaughter that she was expecting to find was absent. She managed to catch a black blur out the window and snarled curses under her breath as she raced towards the balcony with Astha next to her and Peter right behind her. It had only taken seconds to locate Abel in the sky as he chased Wendy, but before she could move, there was a furious snarl followed by the hum of wings before Peter suddenly took off, flying right at Abel.
“Bring Wendy back here!” bellowed Seth, shifting into her Crusnik form and spreading her wings as Peter slammed into Abel, knocking him away from Wendy before he grabbed the girl and started back for the balcony as fast as his fairy wings could take them. Abel managed to right himself after a few seconds and snarled as he dove after Peter and Wendy, black lips pulled away from sharp fangs.
“Sorry, Abel,” murmured Seth as she took off right at her brother, slamming into him hard enough to knock him out of the sky. Before he could fall very far, Seth grabbed him, and pulled him to the balcony where Leon was standing between Peter, Wendy and Astha and the large area where Seth was landing. Abel snarled and twisted in her grasp before she leaned between his furiously flapping wings and bit him on the neck, determined to stop him either through his instincts or by draining him far enough that he wouldn’t be able to move. She was delighted when Abel went completely limp, collapsing to the ground to kneel there, head tilted to one side baring his neck as his wings twitched flat against his back.
“Is he gonna be okay or do we have to invest in silvered manacles to hold him?” asked Leon, running his gaze over Abel, who was still kneeling on the stone balcony, clad only in a pair of black exercise pants and watching everyone with hooded eyes that blazed like fire.
Seth sighed and turned to look at Wendy, her fingers holding Abel’s shoulder in such a way that it would discourage him from breaking free while letting her know if he decided to start moving again. “What happened between the time we left you two alone and when he started chasing you?”
Wendy fidgeted with her fingers, twisting them in a nervous manner before her as her red eyes flickered around the adults before settling on Seth again. “I asked why he was so angry and he told me that he had been drugged and tortured for three months in a dungeon. When I asked if he had killed the person responsible, he said that I wasn’t back on Never Island and I couldn’t just make up the rules anymore. I told him that he’d have to get a lot stronger if he was going to defeat his enemies ‘cause we were able to defeat him easily before. Then we fought, with him dodging most of my attacks until I clipped him on the chin. Then I grabbed one of the practice swords and he changed.”
Walking around Abel, Seth bent over to stare into his eyes, and he met her ruby gaze with his own simmering red one, the feralness that had been controlling his actions simmering along with a hunger that made her wonder what else was wrong. As Abel was not in any condition to talk to her, being only seconds away from going through her to get to Wendy, it looked like there was only one way to get her answers.
Placing her hands on each side of Abel’s face, Seth forced him to meet her eyes before she started talking in a soft, rhythmic voice. “And shepherds we shall be for thee, my lord, for thee. Power hath descended forth from thy hand our feet may swiftly carry out thy commands. So we shall flow a river forth to thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomeni patri et fili spiritus sancti.”
She ran a hand through his hair, getting a sleepy purr for her actions before tapping him on the nose. “Brother, can you hear me?”
“Hear, Sister,” Abel sighed, his red eyes blinking sleepily, and Seth nodded once. Out of all the safety precautions the military had installed in them, the self hypnosis one was the only one none of them bothered to overcome because they never knew when they might need it during the war. After all, it was hard to get answers out of someone who only snapped and snarled in response to questions.
“Brother, why did you attack Wendy? She is hardly a danger to us.” Seth continued stroking Abel’s hair even as she ignored the slight huff from behind her. It wouldn’t do to break Abel’s trance until after she had found out what had caused the strange situation.
“Smelled sweet and young. Is prey. Wanted to feast on prey,” came the sighed response, and Seth frowned at his wording. Yes, the artificial Methuselah would be considered prey by their instincts, but there was nothing about her that called to Seth.
A sudden thought occurred to Seth. “Brother, when is the last time you fed on blood?”
“Two weeks. A day after you left.”
She closed her eyes and stamped very firmly on the urge to growl and snarl at her idiotic brother. He had been feeding the Crusnik virus a steady supply of Methuselah blood for the past month and then suddenly goes on a diet of the blood. It was no wonder, he went after Wendy when he shifted. “Abel, I need you to come back to me. Crusnik 02 nanomachines activate Medical Emergency authorization Major Seth Nightlord, United Nations Aerospace Medical ID UNASF369TLAS8804SK.”
The hair fell around pale shoulders that were no longer Methuselah pale, and the red glow faded, revealing brilliant blue that blinked in confusion as Abel slowly rose to his feet, swaying slightly until Seth wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him upright even as she shifted out of her Crusnik form.
“What happened?” asked Abel, looking around at everyone with a puzzled expression on his face.
“What happened is that you are an idiot, Brother Dear,” huffed Seth, steering him into the training room. “You’ve been on a steady diet of blood only to stop when I leave on business. Then, when you shifted with Wendy in the room, your instincts saw only a source of nourishment instead of a friend that you helped in the past.”
Abel shook his head, reaching up to grasp his hair. “I don’t have time for this,” he growled. “I managed just fine before without being dependent on blood.”
“And Cain or his lackeys were able to beat you or fight you to a standstill until they could escape,” countered Seth, glaring up at Abel as she stepped away from him to poke at his chest which wasn’t as muscular as it had been two weeks ago. “You’re losing weight that you had gained with proper exercise and a steady diet of food and blood, and you’re also losing control of your instincts. What if it’s Astha next time that you attack when you shift, huh? Or worse, someone who’s not strong enough to fight you or fast enough to outrun you? What then?”
Straightening his shoulders, Abel dropped his hand and glared at her. “That won’t happen,” he growled, his fingers tightening into fists. “I have to be better than Cain or everyone’s in danger. Can’t you see that?”
Snarling, Seth reached up and grabbed a double handful of Abel’s hair, pulling him down to her level and getting a startled and pained yelp out of him. “Now you listen to me, Commander Abel Nightroad, and listen good. Not everything is your fault or your responsibility. If the sun decides to rise in the north instead of the east, it’s not your god damn fault! There’s gonna be more people there to watch your back when you go up against Cain and all of us have to be in better shape.”
She tightened her grip on his hair when he tried to straighten up, reminding him that while she may be small, she was still stronger than he was currently. She had to make him see that he wasn’t going to be outnumbered, and there would be backup with him when it came time for him to take down their insane brother. “Now, you are going to march yourself into your rooms where you are going to take a hot bath before eating everything I have sent up to you. You’ve lost weight, and I don’t like it.”
“I am not going to spend the next several weeks lying around in bed until you have decided that I’m well enough to get out and train,” snarled Abel, his eyes flashing red, and Seth bared her own teeth, her fangs lengthening as she dug her heels in, ready to fight Abel if needed to show him that he wasn’t at his best.
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