A/N: I do not own Trinity Blood or any of the charactersиwell except for the kid. Anyway, please enjoy and review.

"Stay away from me you damn freak!"Screamed a blonde-haired boy to the other.

The blonde-haired boy, frightened and full of hate stepped back and tripped on a pile of small stones; picking one up (about the size of his hand), he hurled it in the other childуs direction.

Direct hit.

The victim fell to the ground, automatically sobbing and nursing his wounded skull. This would have automatically killed him if he was a normal boy, but he was different. The blonde-haired boy watched as the child tried to get back on his feet. Frightened of what he could possibly do to him, the boy picked up an even bigger stone, and hurled it at him again. Again a direct hit, but this time in the arm.

"Why can't you just stay down!" He cried. He was about to pick up another stone, when suddenly, a large hand firmly grabbed his own.

Shocked, the boy looked up to see a tall man, with long gray hair, and round spectacles, wearing a priests robe. The priest scornfully looked down upon the young attacker, and removed the stone from his hand.

"What are you doing?" The priest asked. There was a tone of anger in his voice.

The blonde-haired boy could not find the voice for his answer. He looked back at the boy-battered and crying, then back to the priest. The blonde was afraid to look the priest in the eyes; he already felt the pang of judgment and guilt. He was about to say something, but was interrupted.

"Why are you attacking that poor child?" The priest asked. He figured heуd better soften his mood so he would get a better answer, rather than scaring the child.

"That boy's a freak, Father. Heуs not human! I mean look at him!" The boy finally cried out.

The blonde pointed to the battered child. The priest looked, and already could feel his heart breaking. Who knew something so innocent as a child could be so brutal?

"Different as he may be, that still doesn't give you any right to judge or attack him." The priest started.

"Doesn't it say in the Bible that 'let he not cast the first stone?" The blonde nodded.

He didn't really know what to think of himself; actually, he didn't care of what he thought. He still hated the boy. However, he felt it was best to just say whatever the priest wanted to hear, so heуd leave him alone.

"Okay then, apologize to the boy, and then be on your way. Who knows, maybe youуll two be friends."

"Um.. Actually, I hear my mother calling." The blonde lied. "I gotta go." And with that, he ran away, eventually looking back at the priest and the fallen boy.

As the priest watched the boy leave his sight, he said a small prayer for the boy. "I really hope he makes it into Heaven."

He turned his attention to the battered child that was still cowering against the garage door of an auto body shop. He was in severe pain; grabbing both is bleeding head and his arm, crying heavy sobs. He was a tall boy about the age of 10 or 11, dark-brown hair, and wore dirty and somewhat tattered clothes.

The priest cautiously approached the child, and rested his hand on the boy's back. The boy, still in tears, looked up to see the priest with a look of concern on his face. The priest was taken aback. He automatically knew what the blonde had meant when he said that the boy was different; the child had a brilliant lime-green eyes.

"Are you alright?" The priest asked. The boy did not answer. He was in too much pain. The boy was about to pull away, when suddenly his body gave out, thusly having him hit the ground. The priest had no second thoughts about what he was going to do. He quickly shuffled the boy up in his arms, and hurried to the Vaticanуs infirmary.

I'm not sure if thatуs how itуs worded exactly in the Bible, but you pretty much have the idea.