AHP: Hello and welcome to my first story. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Trinity Blood or Hellsing in any way shape or form. Happy now?

Warnings: Timelines are slightly AU. Characters may seem OOC. Jealous Alucard. YAOI!!! For those of you who don't know that means BOYxBOY romance. This fic is rated M for a reason. If this isn't your cup of tea...click the back button.

Pairings: AlucardxAbel, possible one-sided SerasxAbel

CHAPTER ONE:

Father Abel Nightroad was asleep. He could see nothing but darkness. It was as silent as death itself. He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he could tell that it wasn't a natural sleep. It was the same as the half-death he had been put into when Cain had attacked him the first time. What happened? Was he truly dead this time? He had no sense of time, but it felt like he had been in this void for an eternity.

Abel tried to clear his mind, but he couldn't quite manage to. It felt as if his head had been stuffed with cotton balls, and so he continued to drift for an unmeasured time when he felt it. A small tug at the end of his consciousness. He felt a harder tug when he was suddenly struck with a hunger so great it felt as if he had never eaten before. It wasn't a natural hunger either. His body was hungry for blood.

At the same time that the hunger struck him, he felt awareness return to him, along with his memories. He had been fighting his brother once again, this time with the assistance of his sister Seth. They had managed to overpower Cain, but at the last moment he had done something, then everything had gone black, and he had begun floating in this endless abyss. Forcing his thoughts back to the present, Abel tried to calm down. Panicking would solve nothing.

Slowly, he tried forcing open his eyes. He felt sluggish and unsteady, and each eyelid felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds, but he managed to force them to obey his unspoken command to open.

Once he managed to get them open, he realised he was in a very dark place that seemed vaguely familiar to him. With sheer willpower he somehow managed to force his body to stand upright and he looked around slowly. Vague memories faded into his thoughts when a realisation hit him. This was the Vatican! It was one of the many underground rooms that they had there, but why did it look so dilapidated. In fact, if he didn't know any better he would have said these were ruins of some ancient building.

Adrenaline pumped through his veins when this realisation struck him. What happened? Where was everybody? Why did the Vatican look like this? Moving more quickly he made his way out of the underground chamber to the surface. When he reached ground level he stopped in shock and horror. He could clearly make out where the Vatican building had formerly been, but now the area looked the same as the chamber he just came from. Ruins. The Vatican was destroyed. The thing that bothered Abel the most, however, was the fact that while most of the damage must have occurred in the attack when they fought Cain, some of it was clearly worn down by time. Judging by the level of decay in the ruins it had been a very long time since the attack. Looking around, he realised the first thing he would have to do is gathering information.

He shook off his shock and began trudging away from the ruins. As he walked away he threw one more glance over his shoulder at the place that had brought him both great joy and great sorrow. From now on he would have to look ahead, because if the buildings were this worn down by the fabrics of time, it was highly unlikely that anybody whom he knew, Terran or Methuselah, was still alive. He resigned himself to this, but he couldn't prevent the sharp pain it caused in his heart to know that all he knew before was once more gone. This was the same feeling he had when he left his self imposed isolation in Lilith's tomb after spending 900 years underground.

He continued on his way, now paying more attention to his surroundings than previously, as he had no way of knowing what hostile environment may have sprung up during his long sleep. He was surprised to find that all around the ruins there was a very large forest. This concerned Abel greatly as some of the trees that he passed had been very large, indicating that they had many years in which to grow. The further he continued, the more concerned he became. Little did he know that this was the least of his problems...

It had been a long day's work for Alucard. The secret weapon of the Hellsing organisation. His master Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was in bad mood, and had chosen to take it out on him. His servant Seras Victoria was still refusing to drink blood and Alucard was tired of fighting these weaklings calling themselves vampires.

He was currently in his room, sitting on his customary chair with a wine glass full of freshly donated blood in his hand. He twirled the glass idly, while thinking. His master was upset because he preferred toying with his prey as apposed to killing them quickly which would have reduced the risk of being exposed. He had deliberately drawn out the fight as the thrill of avoiding being caught was the only thrill left to him.

At this point Alucard would be satisfied if he could only get a sparring partner who could provide a decent challenge. The chances of finding somebody like that were slim to none. This did not serve to improve his discontent, and as a result he was harsher than he normally would have been when dealing with his servant's problem with drinking blood.

"Police girl, how long do you intend to try my patience?" Seras stared at him sorrowfully, thinning his already threadbare patience.

"Tell me, why exactly did you choose to be turned to stay alive if you plan on starving yourself anyway? I shouldn't have bothered." He turned abruptly and found himself facing Walter.

"Was that really necessary?" Alucard narrowed his eyes.

"Are you going to tell me how I should treat my servant when it is her own stubbornness which is the cause of my impatience?" Walter looked at him speculatively.
"Are you sure it is Seras who you are out of patience with, or is something else disturbing you?" Alucard glared at Walter once more before leaving without another word. On his way out he could hear Walter reassuring Seras. He huffed silently before lapsing into thought.

He hated to admit it, but there was indeed something bothering him. He would, however, fall into a final death before revealing the cause of his restlessness. He suddenly heard his master call for him and he sighed. Another lowlife to be exterminated no doubt. He allowed his thoughts to recede to the back of his mind before he faded through the wall. He had to obey his master's summons...

AHP: Phew. Starting a new story is always the hardest for me cause I have to set the pace for how events are going to play out later. Constructive critism is much appreciated so please R&R!!!