Author's Note: This fanfic contains explicit MxM slash – Tres x Abel – violence, unsavory language, and other content which may offend sensitive readers. Please avoid this fanfic if slash/yaoi isn't to your liking. The first few parts of this fanfic were posted back in 2004 (yes, a LONG time ago) and parts 1-9 are already finished, with part 10 halfway done. If you have a moment, I'd really appreciate feedback! Thanks and enjoy!
PART 1
Fire rained from overhead as an unholy battle continued on as strong as ever. The stench of gunpowder lingered even after the smoke had dissipated. And through the gray smoky abyss, two red eyes glowed - one targeting, the other searching.
Again. Another chain of gunfire, methodically swinging from right to left as Tres used up the ammo in both guns before reloading.
From side to side, bodies dropped. Charred, smoking corpses that soon dematerialized into heaps of ashes.
Stealthily, another vampire intent on ripping Tres' head from his body, launched at the mechanized fighting machine from above. Without pausing, Tres aimed his bullet-fireworks display up into the rafters of the abandoned church. He then proceeded to slam round after round of cold, silver metal into the wailing body of the now dismembered vampire.
"Twenty-two-point-five seconds too slow," Tres quipped, completely humorless. He then turned to survey the confessional area and beyond. Violent noises were escaping from the open space behind the confessional booths but that area was out of Tres' line of sight. "Nightroad Shinpu. Report."
Although Tres usually gave his partner a fair amount of time to respond, this time he wasn't so lenient. They'd been asked to search and examine this supposedly deserted church in the hopes of finding links to Rosen Kreuz. Rumors spoke of an underground base below the church and even the odd sighting of a tall, pale man with ruby-red lips. Stained with what might have been blood at the time.
However, upon entering the church, they'd been ambushed.
Tres himself was incapable of feeling any emotions. They were unnecessary and tagged as a human failing. And Tres was far from being human. Still... his defensive procedures and response time had doubled in speed when he'd caught sight of the most extravagantly dressed vampire. Gold bangles and accessories dripping from his wrists, ears, and adorning his thick neck. He wore a purple cloak of what appeared to be velvet. His eyes and hair as black as lifeless coal. And that vampire had sought out Abel Nightroad with lethal force and precision. Driving Tres' partner away from the main battle with fangs and claws bared.
Of course Tres had defeated the pompous vampire's legion of followers with little effort. They were not what concerned him. Nor did the sounds of Abel transforming into a demonic vampire disturb him. He'd seen it and heard it all before. Rather, the rage of a more fortified series of attacks made Tres slightly uneasy - if that was at all possible. Because he knew that those noises were not being produced by Abel. Despite Tres' heightened senses, he could not hear any form of retaliation on Abel's behalf.
No matter what kind of understanding or mutual respect Tres shared with Abel, this time he would not be giving his partner the customary waiting period for the mess to be cleaned up.
Tres moved towards the back of the church in a quickening blur.
... to be continued ...