A/N: I do not own Trinity Blood. And this is my first fan fic so please, NO FLAMES! I hope you enjoy. I'll do a flashback just for you guys so you can learn more about our characters and extras, but this is only my side cuz I didn't write this alone. One of my best friends helped me write this. Say hello to KittyDemoness(Tera)

KittyDem- (grinning like the devil) Hiya, now READ Misters and Missies!

Me- And we're happy to present Chapter One of our first fan fic-

Training

Hi I'm Ariel. You may know my brother Leon, and my partner- Abel. I'd love to talk more but right now I'm kinda in the middle of something.

"Keep your head up, lowly terran," Astha shouted as he ran at me, spear in hand. I watched as she came toward me. She was only a few feet away when I jumped up and launched off her spear, knocking it out of her hands and landing behind her. She turned and ran at me, fist raised high. She landed the punch to my jaw and I wiped my now bloody lips on my sleeve as I faked her. I acted like I was going to punch, but turned into a chop. Astha realized this and grabbed my hand. I could feel my bones cracking. I know she didn't mean to, or maybe she did. We were training, sparring- to be better fighters, and we never finished a match. She brought up her nail and traced it along my neck, like the Methuselah she was, thirsting for me- no matter how much aqua vitae and iron pills she takes. I heard the chains break, the ones on the chair that we had put Abel in- because he was the reason we never finished a fight.

I saw the Crusnik out of the corner of my eye and braced to be crushed. I felt the cool hands, separate Astha from me and felt myself falling. And now I'm crushed. I groaned- he always did this. I appreciate that the thought of me getting hurt could drive him to tears- but then I realized the position we would be in if someone walked in right now. I blushed. "Star, you all right?" Abel asked in a low voice, staring at me. I found the eye contact with the priest was too much, like he was looking into my soul- which I never wanted him to see again. I'm impure. I turned my head.

"Abel, I'm fine. You're kind of crushing me though, and frankly- I wanted to get back to winning." Astha made a shocked noise.

"If winning is what you call losing to a Methuselah then you're really going to win against Isaak." Abel tried to hold me back because as soon as he rolled off me, I launched up.

"Don't bring him into this Astha! The difference is he's not a friend! He's an enemy- a familiar face, a familiar memory- but nothing but a shell of the Isaak I knew", I shouted, spitting the last few words in disgust. Astha scoffed.

"You never knew him. He was just a boy who lied to you just to get in your p-"

"Astha! Enough!" Abel said. He didn't raise his voice much, just loud enough to cover our banter, but there was a threat in his voice that foreshadowed the outcome. Astha stopped and closed her open mouth and then opened it again.

"Protecting her. Tovarish, if you protect her too much- she'll never be able to fight her own fights. You have to let her go sometimes. You're not her father, you're her partner. Have her back Abel, but don't hold onto her wings." Abel and Astha stared at each other for a bit, an eerie silence creeping over. I shuddered and pulled my Vatican cassock tighter against me and walked into the adjoining bathroom, so I could clean my face. I cleaned the cut and admire my split lips in the mirror, and the red line on my neck, a scratch from Astha's nail.

I walked back out into the room and Astha and Abel were both standing close to each other, having a silent conversation. I picked up some.

"How can I let go?"

"Not her! Not against him…"

"It's all you can do…"

"Don't doubt her…talented fighter. I believe in you." That's all I picked up as I walked across the cement floor to the gray wall, where Ion was leaning, drawing in a little notebook Esther had given him before….before- the accident. That's what everyone called it.

(4 months earlier) We all went out for drinks one night to celebrate successful mission. We were standing outside the bar, chilling around in the cold air. I could have sworn there was a glittering line on Esther wrist. Before I could say anything, we all watched her stumble back into the street and then a car came. We were sluggishly running in drunken movements, trying to alert her, but she seemed to not be able to speak. I knew what was happening. I knew what would happen, before it did. I could almost see a silhouette in the alley across from us. I screamed and practically teleported across the street from where Esther lay bloodied. Seconds later the crusnik was behind me, trying to stop me from chasing the human Puppet master and ripping his heart out.

"Damn it Crusnik. Let me go. I have to get that bas-" He caught me and pushed me up against the brick wall. The look on his face stopped me from yelling at him. He was barely in control- electricity sparking from him, arcing across his body. His glasses were already shattered, the ribbon from his hair lost, his body was trembling. The worst part- he was crying, tears of his own blood. He had known her best, he was her partner. This was his fight, but it was my fault. I suddenly felt guilty and pulled the priest into my arms.

"Abel. I'm sorry. So sorry- You lost your partner, your friend. And it was my fault. If I never left, they wouldn't be out to get any of us. I'm sorry, for everything." Abel had frozen way back when I said it was my fault. His body had completely stilled, but he was still sobbing overtop my head, his hands still had a firm grip on my back and around my shoulders.

"Ariel, it was never your-" I stopped him with a hand to his lips. I looked at him with a look of torture.

"How can you say that? If I stayed, I'd never have known you, you would've killed me and then your partner wouldn't be dead, and before you kill me- my last request would be to take me and let me say my last words to Master- 'Meister, Sie haben versagt. Durch die Hände der Römer, wird Ihr Blut vergossen werden'(Google translate people, abuse it!) Then I can die free with no regrets…but now," I sighed,"I have too many."

I looked away at the direction Dietrich had gone but hugged the priest tighter. Something nagged at me.

"Father, I know you may not want to discuss it, but how close were you and Esther? Were you just partners, or was it more on relationship terms? I mean you two fought by each other thick and thin- and she, besides me, was the only person who could make you smile when you were sad." Abel froze and backed away from me, giving me a strange look. He was back to normal, but he had dried streaks of blood down his face.

"Ariel, are you suggesting that Esther and I were in love? I had loved her, to a degree where I would do anything to hear her say those words back, but I doubt she had feelings for me at all." I hugged him tighter. He lost his love. That made it all the more similar. I lost my love, to a Methuselah. Damn that Isaak. He stole my heart, and then bit it, making a piercing wound that never healed.

"I wish I could say it's going to be okay Abel, but it won't be. You'll get through it. I did. Don't worry, we'll all help you. We should get back." Abel had another questioning look on his face.

"Something hadn't occurred to me before, well, a few things. First- How did you see Dietrich, before I even sensed him? Second- How did you get across the street, even before I did?" I gave him a quizzical look as we walked back through the cold air.

"I've been known to do that, walk faster than most, and we Rosencroitz members have a stealth shield that allows us to go undetected, except by each other. I can only just barely see him. Damn Dietrich, damn Isaak, damn my Meister." I clenched my fists around the ends of my cassock.

"Ariel, we'll get them, and when we do- then God will put us both at peace. Never doubt Him." I nodded and unclenched my hands as we walked back across the street, eyes avoiding the bloody scenery. More people had shown up now to move the body. I felt sick, not being able to take my eyes off the run-over red-head. She welcomed me into the AX with open arms, happy to have another young girl there. Though I was 3 years older than her, I had the thought process of a 16 year-old. Money, drugs, why doesn't my hair ever listen to me. Most of all- murder. We both had murderous pasts. Sometimes we'd sneak into the rose gardens and spend all night talking about our favorite methods of killings, and the good times in the middle of those pasts.

She goes for point-blank shooting. She always was merciful. Me- not so much. I preferred torture. I loved watching them die by the slow act of my poison crawling through their veins. It made me feel better than most, because then I could imagine it was the screams of Cain, dying beneath my hands. Sometimes the dream was so real I could almost feel his neck tensing under my hands, feel his undead pulse go into the nothing under my hands. But at the end of that dream, I always die. He always kills me with his last breath. He stabs me, and when he's dead, I fall to the ground next to him, like Esther is laying right now, and I die, a pool of black blood creeping out around me, whereas Esther's matches her bright red hair. I couldn't stop staring. I felt overly sick now.

I dashed out of the crowd down the alley, stopping to catch my breath, and then puking up liquor, food, blood. Anything to make me feel like I was dead too, because it was my fault, no matter what the priest said.

"Ariel, so weak as to puke at the sight of death. You're no longer strong. I can change that; I can save you from yourself Ariel. I know you, you are mine, and I have to make sure things of mine work right." I froze, right where I was, curled up on the ground next to my pile of spew. My fist clenched.

"Come on little girl, come to your master. Sit with me and cry your eyes out in my arms. And then I'll give you a reason to cry." I looked left, right, behind me, in front of me.

"No use looking for me to chase me away girl, I am inside your head. The only way to get me to leave is to kill yourself or come back to me. Or perhaps you can tell your precious AX buddies, and you can be charged for heresy- we all know that would set Abel over the edge, perhaps he'll destroy the world again. I always did love 02's passion for killing mercilessly." I clenched my hands on my head, my nails digging into my skull.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!" The scream reverberated off the walls and I felt as alone as I ever had been. A laugh sounded in my ears and I could feel his body, inches from mine, his arms pulling me back to him. I clawed at the ground, not caring if my hands bled. I needed to get away, as quickly as I could. I was being dragged, I suddenly went limp, I didn't care anymore.

"My dear, you trust no one yet, so you have no one to betray. Thus, the game isn't fun. Goodbye." I felt myself being slammed into the brick wall and a crude kiss was forced to my lips. Then, as soon as the lips left, I was thrown to the ground and left there. Cain did something. I can see, I can breathe, but I can't move, can't respond. I heard Abel, calling me from a distance, Leon and Hugue's voices now joined him. And now all three were surrounding me, looking down at my non-responsive body.

"Abel! Hugue! Bro!" I tried to shout, but my slack dry mouth wouldn't make any sound. Leon was distraught; his eyes welled up with tears and threw both chakram's into the wall, where they clattered to the ground just like his body crumbled to the ground. Hugue kneeled beside me, his head bowed, a silver rosary in his hands, his body trembling. I wanted to reach out, to hug him- to tell him I was all right. Abel, his fists were clenched, jaw set tight. He was shaking, his glasses were gone, ribbon gone. I found I could move my eyelids, though it hurt- they were heavy and didn't move much- as I closed them, not wanting to see him as a Crusnik.

Everything went silent.

"Shit. Did she just fucking blink? Sis, please tell me you're alive. Blink, uh fuck, twice." I moved my heavy eyelids slowly and blinked, I think it was twice. Abel dropped to his knees faster than the average human. "Ariel, can you move?" Hugue had looked up to me and grabbed my bloody hand, kissing it, holding it in his. "We need to move her." That's all I remember before I passed out.

(3 days later)I woke up and found myself in the room I shared with Abel, on the black couch in the corner. I felt my limbs again and tried to move, making a harsh wince when I leaned up. I clutched my side but managed to stand, stretching muscles that felt like liquid lava burning me. All of a sudden, I lost my balance and fell forwards onto the floor, hearing rushing footsteps towards where my body made the sound.

I quickly stood up, hissing through my teeth at the pain this seemed to bring and shuffled into the bathroom, not really wanting to see anyone at the moment. Plus I so needed a shower. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had bruises on my cheek and forehead, one on each shoulder, and I had the tiniest amount of blood matted in my hair. I turned the water on hot, enjoying the burning sensation of the water on the bruises. My shower was short and I walked out into the cold air, grabbing a fresh towel and a black silk Vatican robe. I donned it and shivered, it was colder than the air.

I opened the door and peeked out. Abel and Professor were having a conversation by the window. I strained my ears.

"Professor, how?"

"She's special, we've know this from the beginning." Abel sighed.

"What does it mean though? The death, how does it tie to her?" The man sighed and bit the tip of his pipe.

"Abel, you know what she's been through. They think she's easy prey. They hunt her, to make her their slave. You know she's not human Abel. She isn't human. Her paralysis should've lasted a month, maybe longer- with the state she was in. And she's up and running around the next day. Human blood isn't black! Abel, I don't know what she is. All I know is she's not human." I closed the door, not wanting to hear any more and got dressed in fresh Vatican clothes, noticing the cutting shears. I had a brilliant idea. I wanted a fresh start as an inhuman monster.

I didn't want to see the former human in my eyes, only the monster. I grabbed the shears and trimmed my knee-length locks so that my hair barely passed my shoulders. I then clipped the hair together and braided it, putting it in a plastic bag. I called through the door like normal.

"Hey Four-eyes, where's the large envelopes? "

"On the desk in here. Why?" I sighed, I was getting annoyed.

"Donation!"

"Where, and with what?" I sighed again.

"For that place that makes wigs out of hair for kids with cancer. And if that didn't simplify it, my hair." I heard Abel go silent and heard feet running to the door. The door was yanked open and Abel stare at me, in shock. I pushed my way out of the room and sat down on the bed.

(Current day) Ion shuddered as I sat down. He slightly reclused himself these days, especially when he was drawing. I looked over his shoulder at the elaborate drawing. It was a drawing of Esther in a nun's habit, picking a flower from the gardens, underneath the moonlight. It was gorgeous, almost life like. I was afraid that if I looked too much longer, Esther would smile back and say, "So Sister, do you want a flower too?" I shuddered.

Ion looked back at me.

"Ariel, are you all right?" I smiled sadly at the forever young vampire.

"Yeah Excellency, I'm quite all right. Just, your picture is so life-like. I half-expect her to jump out and offer one of us the flower." He smiled a sad smile.

"I know what you mean." Sister Kate zapped in.

"Everyone, you have an hour till the service." I asked Lady C to have Kate check in from time to time so we could be there on time. I sighed and stood, walking out the door and down numerous hallways until I reached the door of the shared room. They really needed the Vatican remodeling thing to speed up. I didn't like the fact Abel had to sleep on a couch while I slept in his bed. I walked in and found fresh special occasion Vatican robes. They were black, with silver trim, a cross on each shoulder.

I donned my rosary, a gift from Esther, and rearranged my bangs. I checked to make sure my guns were still at my side. Knowing I might need it. We all gathered at Kate's ship, where she flew us to the town Esther was raised in, to the rebuilt church that had been burned the night she met Father Nightroad, where Bishop Laura was murdered. I shuddered. Cain sent his minions, to destroy what Esther loved, to destroy her as well. He would pay, but even if Abel made him pay, I want to deliver the last blow. I want to kill him. He will never escape me.

A/N: Re-uploaded, definitely made some changes. It started as long as my thumb. Hope you guys enjoy. Stay tuned for my remodeled chapter 2- Esther's Birthday Celebration. R&R. ZxM OUT!