Fever Night
by: Alucard's Bane
Disclaimer: I do not own Trinity Blood nor any of it's characters.
Lightning streaked across the darkened sky and a clap of thunder sounded as a dark figure made its way across the Vatican, stopping every now and again and readujsting something on its head before continuing on it's slow pace, finally coming to a stop when it reached the door, a pale hand reaching out to open it...
"FATHER ABEL NIGHTROAD!" the figure let out a shout and stumbled backwards as the door swung open to reveal a red haired woman in a white nun's uniform, her hands on her hips, glaring at the figure.
"Ehehe..Esther-san..." the figure reached up and pulled away a piece of black fabric, revealing the face of Abel Nightroad, who looked up at Esther rather sheepishly.
"...What are you doing out in the rain?" she sighed as he walked into the small building, water dripping from his hair and robes and puddling in the floor.
"You see, I was out on a walk, since it started out as such a fine evening...but on the way back, I got caught in the rain...I am sorry, Esther-san." he removed his soaking wet cloak and hung it on the coat rack, allowing it to drip onto the floor so that it could dry better.
Esther sighed again, somehow not completely buying his story. "All right...but you had better change out of those clothes." she walked around him, her hands still on her hips as she faced him. "I don't want you getting sick because of your foolishness." and with that, she turned on her heel and walked down the hall. "...you could have at least taken an umbrella..." she muttered before turning down another hallway, the sound of a door closing softly coming shortly afterwards.
Abel smiled and chuckled a little to himself as he started down the hall himself, careful not to slip on his drippings, and headed into his own room. He lean against the closed door, and then pushed himself off of it with a soft sigh, undoing the buckles on his robes. Letting them fall on the floor with a loud, wet plop as soon as the last buckle was undone. The last item to leave him was the hair ribbon he wore, his long silver tresses flooding down his back as soon as they were loosed.
He stared back at the pile of wet clothes, and then glanced over at the wardrobe. Deciding that he was too tired and cold to hunt in the old wardrobe for his pajamas and another pair of underclothes, he removed his glasses and pulled back the covers on the bed, sighing softly as the sheets slid over his soft skin, warming it almost instantly. It wasn't long after before he found himself drifting in the field of dreams...
TBC...
And that was chapter one folks. .. Yup, it was short. Please read and review. :D Thank you.