A/N: Hey guys, this is my first Trinity Blood fanfic. I'm writing in an OC because, i dunno really. I got hooked on the show when I was sitting and waiting for Inuyasha to come on. It was the show before inu, and I LOVED IT!!!
Trinity Blood always conspired to have only four crusniks/test tube babies; Abel Nightroad, Cain Nightroad, Lilith Sahl and Seth Nightroad. But what if there was a fifth? How would the world be different? What consequences might it bequeath?
Chapter 1 – Hiding thyself hides whom thy wants to be…
"And you would do well as to keep out of my path," She hissed into his ear, as she shoved her claw into the vampire's chest, ripping out the still beating heart. Grinning wickedly at the horrified vampire, she gripped the throbbing muscle tightly, and it exploded in her hand, the flesh and blood flying out between her fingers.
Shoving the body away from her, she smiled up at the raining sky, embracing the cold feeling of water against her skin, her glowing red eyes casting eerie shadows against the walls of the alley.
"Do you see, oh great one," She cried to the heavens, arms thrown out wide as if to embrace the darkness and rain that continued to fill the sky. "Do you see what you have taught these terrans what they can accomplish?! Do you see before you the mass weapon that you yourself have created?! Do not punish me for what you consider a sin, when you have created yourself the ultimate of darkness and all you consider unforgivable!"
"Good sir, I am deeply sorry for this!" A young woman cried as she scrambled to gather up the fallen papers she had knocked from an elderly man's grasp. She felt a sharp pain in her side, and she looked around to see that he had kicked her.
"You pathetic woman!" He yelled, swinging his fist at her, and connecting with her temple. She gasped out in pain, and the hastily gathered pile of paper was thrown askew once again, but this time she did not bother to pick it up. She instead sat glaring up at the inconsiderate man, and felt her blood boiling. The abused girl took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, attempting to keep herself from hurting that man as much as possible.
"Keep at peace with these people, my dear Rose. Someday this war will end, but you must avoid showing your true side. For the sake of you and the rest of your siblings,"
That voice rang through her head every time she felt angry, and although she did not know who it belonged to, she followed the words right from her heart. But she had no idea who her siblings were, and that made it more difficult to understand.
The young woman scrambled to her feet, and with one last look at the man, she ran off down the road, wincing with every second step from the pain in her side. She turned corner after corner, and finally came to rest outside a small church. She beat on the door heavily, and almost immediately, the kind face of the priestess appeared, her warm smile turning to one of sympathy and sorrow.
"Dearest Rose, who did this to you?!" The church servant cried, helping the bruised and beaten girl into the safety of the church.
"I ran into another person," The girl called Rose sighed, chuckling slightly but regretting it moments later as another spasm of pain ripped through her side. But this time it did not hurt as much. She stretched and stood as the priestess bustled up to the altar.
"Sister Esther," Rose called, walking up to the red-headed woman. "Did you ever know who my family was?"
"Rose, we have been through this dozens of times," Sister Esther replied tiredly. "If you could tell me what your last name is, I could possibly move further into the investigations,"
"But I don't know what it is!" Rose growled in frustration, tugging on her silvery blonde hair. She stood and walked off to her quarters, muttering incoherently.
For as long as she could remember, Rose had never quite known who she was. She was found in a side alley one day, covered in blood and dirt. She was taken in by the church, and it had grown to be her home ever since. She had never travelled outside of the Vatican, but felt quite content on staying there for as long as possible. Everyone treated her like a normal teenager, but she was actually far from it. She wasn't normal, and in reality, she wasn't a teenager.
Rose had lived for over 900 years.
She had watched as the Great War between the Methuselah and the humans unfolded, and the casualties became more and more frequent. She knew exactly what the Methuselah was, but was quite sure she wasn't one of them. She had no idea what she was, but she knew she was probably one of the most powerful beings in the world.
This is why she desperately wanted to know who her family was, but wanted to know even more who the owner of the kind voice was, the voice who kept her from losing control.
A low growling from her stomach snapped her out of her thoughts, and to the fact that her outstanding hunger had returned. She exited her room, and walked down to the kitchens, only just realising the pain on her side and head had completely disappeared. That was another thing. She always got injured badly, but it had completely healed the following day.
'Luckily no one else knows about me,' she thought as she entered the kitchen. She smiled at the young male cook, whom she realised had grown quite fond of her. Rose piled a plate of food high, and walked out into the side room of the altar, almost diving into the divine food. About halfway through the pile, she heard voices coming from the altar room, and she curiously investigated.
Rose peered around the door, and saw Sister Esther talking to a tall, silver-haired priest. She gathered that he was the travelling priest Abel, with whom Esther had travelled with before joining this small church.
She shuffled to the other side of the door, but clumsily knocked over a hat stand, causing a loud clattering noise to echo through the entire building. Cursing herself, she blushed as both Esther's and the priest's eyes turned on her.
"I-I'm terribly sorry, sister," She said, confused as Esther smiled at her.
"Not to worry dear," She said. "In fact, I'd like you to meet someone," She beckoned for Rose to come out, who warily did, watching Abel with curiosity, who was smiling brightly at her.
"This is Father Abel Nightroad," Esther said, frowning unnoticeably as she examined the two.
"Greetings, Father, I am Rose," Rose said, grasping his outstretched hand in a warm handshake.
"It's wonderful to meet you," Abel said. "Sister Esther has just been telling me all about you,"
"I'm fairly sure Father Nightroad can help you more in your research than I can," Esther said, smiling at the young woman, whose face became slightly confused. "He does a lot of travelling," Esther glanced at the large clock above the pedestal, and looked shocked. "Oh, please excuse me, I must go consort with the other sisters,"
With that, she bustled off, leaving a confused Rose to talk to Abel only.
"I…uh- well why don't you come and sit down, I can get Sam to bring you something to eat," Rose said, and the priest laughed.
"Goodness, you are as kind as Esther said. Thankyou for your hospitality. Now, Esther tells me you have been searching for your family,"
He frowned as Rose's features shifted to sadness, and he felt awfully guilty. "Oh, dear. I didn't mean to upset you or anything! Please, I-…"
"Its okay," Rose sighed, sitting down on the oak chair. "It's just been so hard and so long," 'You have no idea how long,' she thought spitefully. "All I can really remember is being taken in by the church here, when I was a lot younger. I barely even know who I am," She felt rather melodramatic when she said that, but her heart seemed that way recently.
She looked up at Abel when silence fell, and he was staring at her intently, his chin resting on his fist, and his eyes full of thoughtfulness.
"Are you a vampire?" He asked lightly. Rose's eyes widened in horror.
"No!" She felt defensive, and snapped slightly. "Do you see any fangs?" She bared her teeth to emphasise her point, and Abel smiled embarrassedly, waving his hands in defence.
"Not to worry! Rest assured your secrets are safe with me,"
Rose eyed him with suspicion, which disappeared as she saw him smile once again. She sighed, and flicked her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder in annoyance.
"Please don't tell anyone, but whenever I get angry, I remember a female voice. It tells me to keep calm and stay sided with us humans. I have no idea why she worries about that, because the Methuselah wouldn't accept me anyway, I'm sure. But she also says not to show my true self, to protect me and my so called siblings, and I have no idea what the hell that means!" Frustrated, she slammed her fist on the table, and pulled it away to see a deep dent.
'Crap,' she thought horrified as Abel's eyes widened. 'I can't show myself!'
"I-uh… please excuse me, I have to go," Rose said, anxious to get away in case the priest noticed anything else. He sighed, and then stood smiling, though the smile didn't match the thoughtful look in his eyes.
"Well I am glad I could meet you, Rose," He said, shaking her hand vigorously. "And I do hope we meet again,"
Rose nodded, and began to walk away, but stopped as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw Abel staring down intently at her from his six foot height.
"One more question," He asked politely, and Rose nodded. "How old did you say you were?"
She suddenly felt uncomfortable, and her breath shortened slightly.
"All I know is I've been around for at least 900 years," She hit herself mentally as his eyes widened in shock. "Oh, please do not tell anyone!" She cried, tears forming. She turned and ran back to her room, deciding that it was not safe to stay in the Vatican any longer.
'I need to start a new identity,' Rose thought hurriedly as she shoved clothes into a bag. 'I'll catch a train to a random city, and get a job, and…' She sighed heavily as she realized how hard it would be. She had no references, no money, and she would be leaving her home of almost a thousand years. Besides, what would Abel care about her age? He was a priest, and wouldn't betray her trust.
'Family.'
"What the?" She cried out loud, dropping her bags on her foot in shock. "Ow! Damn it!" She sat down on the bed and rubbed her foot vigorously.
"What is it, Rose?"
The voice alerted her that Esther Blanchett had entered the room. "Are you planning on leaving us?"
"I-I had a thought about it," Rose admitted, refusing to look at the kind hearted woman, who sat next to her and pulled her into an embrace.
"Did Father Nightroad say something to make you feel this way?" She asked, frowning slightly.
"No. In fact I could tell him things that I couldn't tell anyone else… not even you," Esther's face fell, and Rose squirmed in guilt.
"I didn't mean I don't trust you!" She exclaimed. "I don't know, he's just the sort of person you can trust with anything," She sighed, collapsing back on the bed.
"Well if you need to talk more, Father Nightroad will be staying here for a while," Esther informed, un-necessarily fluffing a pillow behind Rose's head. "He requires rest from his…travels…" She frowned, and walked out the door.
"Now," Rose muttered, grabbing her bags and running out the door. She burst through the entrance doors into the beaming sunlight, and breathed in heavily. She was free. Free to gather her thoughts and avoid her dark side going public. The attacks of vampires on the church caused her anger to get the better of her, and the previous night's attack was a good example of it.
Rose was fearful of what she might do in her different form. Hell, she could wipe out the entire city if she really wanted to. But her conscience kept her from doing so, and she instead destroyed those that insulted the church.
She stumbled down the steps, and pondered which direction she should go. Her cloak and dress gave the impression she was wealthy, but it was quite the opposite.
Wandering the streets aimlessly for a while, she sat on a corner and stared glumly towards the bank.
'Maybe I could… NO!' She shook all sinful thoughts from her head, and re-directed her gaze to a group of children playing ball. Her stomach grumbled, and her thoughts began a monotonous train.
'Hungry…hungry…hungry…'