(Prologue)
"He's over here!" a man yelled to the small cluster of people. They all held rifles with silver tipped bullets and any other type of weapon that would inflict harm to an ordinary vampire.
Abel glanced at the man who was taking aim at him before entering haste. He could hear the echo of gun shots throughout the ally and all parts, of the once peaceful city. Abel staggered when he felt a bullet lodge itself into his rib cage.
"You murdered the empress!" a shriek filled the air, as someone jumped off the roof of a building and sent a kick at Abel's face. Sending him skidding into a nearby wall. The force of the kick was enough to knockout a vampire, never mind a human. "You'll pay, for everything!"
'I didn't kill the empress! She's my sister, it was Cain!' Abel tried to say, but couldn't. His throat was parched from all the months of running, and he hadn't spoken for nearly a year. Abel slowly got up to face the methuselah as he swung his silver sword toward Abel's neck. Jumping back Abel turned and entered haste, putting all his energy into this last run.
The world was in turmoil and everyone was after Abel. The Vatican was after him because in their eyes he was a heretic and a traitor. The New Human Empire blamed him for the death of the Empress. And the rest of the world wanted the large bounty on his head…
Abel collapsed on the dirt ground, a few miles away from any cities. He had exhausted any energy he had left, trying to get away. Abel forced himself to sit up right. Every movement he made hurt. His whole back was marred with bullet holes, and his arms and legs had bullets lodged into them, by the joints. Knives a daggers had cut into him countless times. A few surgical needles where protruding out of his pressure points. If he were an ordinary human he wouldn't have been able to move at all.
Blood gushed out of his wounds as he removed some of the bullets, daggers, the one lone sword, and needles. Abel groaned in pain and frustration, when he couldn't reach the bullets in his back. He could feel one bullet just by his heart, causing pain to shoot up his spine with every beat. Abel stopped himself as he reached for another dagger.
Was it really worth it? To keep running like this? No one wanted him alive anymore, all his friends were gone. He was a monster, dying would be his only way out. If they found him, they would no doubt do experiments on him and then send him to his death… that was, if they could find out how to kill to him. Most likely he would be tortured for the rest of his life. However long that would be.
Monster! Yes, it would just be better if he gave up. They were bound to capture him sooner or later. He was a monster, anyone who ever got close to him always suffered. It would be better if he just disappeared…
Abel closed his eyes, waiting for death to take him.
All he needed was a second chance. Just one chance to put everything right. He didn't care what the consequences would be… he would gladly give himself up, if that would mean the rest of the world would be at peace, but even that wouldn't do any good. Not now anyway… after everything that had happened, giving himself up wouldn't do any good and it would only create more trouble. That's why he had to keep running…
But… it, was just so easy to give up, and let go…
Disclaimer: I don't own Trinity Blood, nor do I own any of the characters. Also, I was asked to write this story by CashyHoray1.00, as a challenge.
Anyway, hope you guys liked it. Its the start of a really, really... really long story.