Disclaimer: I do not own Trinity Blood. Believe me if I did, there wouldn't even be a disclaimer. Oh and I was the one that wrote the little poem below...
The Love of an Angel
If an Angel is loved,
Her existence will be the salvation of this world, and the next.
But, if the love of an Angel is not returned,
She will fade into nothingness,
Never to appear again in both mortal & immortal worlds,
Leaving them to their impending doom…
Chapter One: Calling
Rain was pouring down hard onto the ancient streets of the Vatican City, Italy, and Father Abel Nightroad wasn't the happiest priest in the world. He and the Vatican's Special Units android, Father Tres Iqus, were returning from quite a troublesome mission in The New Latin Republic (1), and the silver haired man was tired and hungry.
Like always.
The poor man's stomach growled painfully, and he groaned loudly. He gave a yelp as he collided face first into Tres, who stopped suddenly.
"Status report Father Nightroad." He stated.
Abel blinked as he rubbed his face. "Huh? O-Oh, there's nothing wrong. Just a little famished, that's all…" He grumbled at those last words. "And besides, I bet we're not even that far from the Ca-"
'…Help me…'
Abel froze and perked his ears.
"Father Nightroad." Tres stated again.
"I thought I heard something or someone." Abel listened again but heard nothing.
"You are probably hearing things since you are lacking the proper nutrients you need, for I did not hear anything, or anyone." Tres concluded.
Abel sighed. "Perhaps you're right." 'I could have sworn that I heard someone calling out for help…Tres is right. I am getting delusional from the lack of nutrients in my body.'
"Alright let's get going." He sighed. Tres walked forward, and Abel was about to follow suit when he heard the voice again.
'…Please…don't leave me…' The voice came again in a gentle whisper.
Abel stopped dead and looked around, trying to find the source of the voice.
'Look for me…Abel…'
There was a small alley close to where he was standing.
"Father Nightroad," Tres stated from behind the badly startled priest. "Is there something the matter?"
"Tres, I want you to stay here for me. I need to go and check something." Abel said, never moving his eyes from the alley. Something was telling him, that was where he would find the source of the voice.
"Affirmative. Report back as soon as possible." Tres said.
The tall walls of the surrounding building made the alley even smaller and darker than it actually looked. Abel shuddered at the cold rain pelting itself onto his now soaked body.
'Find me…'
The voice got louder as the priest progressed further into the dirty little street.
'Love me…Abel…'
The voice stopped as he reached a corner. To his right, it turned down into a longer corridor, as to his left was a dead-end. There, boxes were piled high up against the wall. Abel walked down towards a dead end and caught a glimpse of something…yellow. He walked towards it and lifted a couple of boxes and revealed a young girl of about sixteen, in a fetal position, silver eyes wide with fear. Her dirty-blond hair was splayed over her body that was covered in a large, torn shirt.
"Oh! You poor thing!" Abel said kneeling in front of her in an instant. He opened his arms in a warm manner. "Do not be afraid, I'm here for you now." The girl hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pushed herself against his body with a small sigh. The priest wrapped his arms around her and stood up with her in his arms.
"You are safe now." Abel said gently, as he walked back to where Tres was.
'Thank you…this is only the beginning…'
The android looked at the silver-haired priest approaching him with a body in his arms.
"Father Nightroad, you have found someone?"
"Yeah, this poor girl was huddled up in a corner!" Abel exclaimed. "She was shivering in the cold, all alone and frightened too!"
"Are you thinking of taking her to Cardinal Sforza?" Tres began. "It is uncertain whether or not she will approve."
"Well then she doesn't have to know, now does she?" Abel said with a smile.
"Father Nightroad-"
"Tres." Abel interrupted with a pleading look. Both men stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, then suddenly, Tres turned around without another word and continued to St Peter's. Abel gave a little squeal of joy.
"I guess you'll be having a new home and family, little one." He whispered to the now sleeping girl in his arms. "Wait until you meet Sister Blanchett…" He babbled as he and Tres made their way closer to the great cathedral.
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Esther struggled with the sleeping girl that Abel trusted her with. She staggered down the hall of the dorms until she reached her own room and entered. She placed the girl on her bed and collapsed into the chair right across the bed. After a short breather, she stood up and placed her hands on her hips.
"Time to get to work." She said out loud. She left her room and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. She returned and gave a gasp of surprise as she saw the girl fully awake, sitting upright on the bed.
"Oh you're awake!" She exclaimed gently. The girl looked up at Esther, blinking her warm honey colored eyes.
"The person that found you was Father Nightroad." She began, sitting next to the girl. "You're lucky to have been found by such a kind man. I'm Esther Blanchett by the way. What's your name?"
The girl shook her head and stared at the floor.
"Oh, you can't speak? I'm so sorry. I-I didn't know." Esther said a little sadly.
The girl shook her head with a smile.
"I guess you learn to live with it." Esther said kindly. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." She took the girl's hand and led her into the bathroom.
Once she was settled in the warm bathwater, Esther set herself to work. She took the shampoo and scrubbed the girl's hair.
"Whoa, you have a lot of hair…" She muttered. She lifted the hair from her back and froze at what she saw. There were two deep scar marks on her shoulder blades, badly stitched together as if a pair of wings have been carelessly torn off and fixed by someone with bad sewing experience. Between the scars was a small black tattoo of a cross with a hailo over it. Esther snapped out of it and continued but at a slower pace.
'Could it be…?' She thought.
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Abel walked down the corridor, heading to Esther's room with a sigh of relief. Cardinal Caterina didn't assign him any more missions for the short time being, so he was going to take as much time as he could to relax. Usually when this happens, the first place he heads to would be the kitchen. But this time he wanted to check up on the girl before he could do that. He reaches the nun's door and knocks on it.
"Just one minute!" Esther called from within the room. After a few more minutes, the door opened and before Abel could react, he felt a smaller body collide full force with his. He yelped as he fell hard on his back onto the floor.
"What on earth was - oh hello!" He said as he peered onto the bright, smiling face of the girl.
"I see that you're awake now." He laughed. He noticed that her eyes weren't silver anymore, but a warm honey brown. There was a gentle giggle from above and Abel looked up to see a redhead, covering her mouth in silent laughter.
"She must be very thankful you saved her." She laughed.
The girl got up and helped the silver-haired priest get onto his feet. When Abel finished brushing himself off, he looked up at the girl and stared. Her body was supporting the same gown that Esther was wearing. Her hair was now soft and of a bright sandy yellow, curving around her soft, round cheeks. The light pink on them brought out the cherry colored rawness of her lips.
"Oh she is so cute!" The man squealed happily as he pulled the girl into a tight hug. Esther raised an eyebrow with a laugh.
"I had an extra, and it's the perfect fit." She said, slightly frowning. "There is something I need to tell you, Father." She said in a low voice.
Abel pulled away with a light nod. "Could you be a dear and wait for me in the room? Sister Blanchett has something urgent to tell me." He said kindly. The girl hesitated for a moment. She then nodded and entered the room.
"What seems to be the matter?" Abel asked the younger human.
"When I gave her a bath, she had these strange scars on her back." She whispered.
"What do you mean, Esther?"
She told him about the two stitches on the girl's shoulder blades and the cross tattoo. Abel inhaled sharply and stared at her.
"But that doesn't make her…" He didn't want to finish.
"I didn't want to believe it either but I think that we should keep a close watch on her. Just in case." Esther concluded.
"You're right. Just in case." He then stepped into the room with a bright smile on his face. "We're baaaaack!" He said cheerfully. "Before I could say anything, would it be alright if you told me your name?"
"Oh, I forgot to mention that she's mute." Esther said with a little embarassment.
"Oh dear," Abel said suddenly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. How about I guess?" He suggested. The girl nodded with a smile.
'…Ariana…' A soft voice suddenly whispered in his ear. He blinked for a few moments and decided to try it out.
"Is it…Ariana?" He guessed. The girl smiled and clapped her hands together.
"How did you know?" Esther asked in amazement.
"I don't know, I guess it just came to me." He blushed. "Since you're new here, how about a tour of this great cathedral, Sister Ariana?"
Ariana nodded eagerly, pulling on Abel's hand and waving Esther goodbye and she dragged the silver-haired man out the door.
MiniShimi: If you all want to find out what Ariana is (Or at least get an idea) Then read, review, and stay tuned for the next chapter of My Fallen Angel.
(1) - This is the place that used to be South America.