A/N: Dun own Trinity Blood….do own a copy of the dvd's tho! -hugs her dvds and growls at people- mine!

Alex: I hope you all liked the first chapter of this story I know Taeha seems to be a bit of a rip off of the Krusnik but just hold your horses until chapter three please. This chapter will be centered around Abel, Esther, and Ion. ^^ Hazah for my weirdness! Also I am now working on a drawing for this story, it will be called Held and will be in Father Leon's view of how he found Taeha. ^^ My next will be of Esther….as soon as I finish my drawing for InuYasha: Legend of the Record Keeper…which you should all read and review! Along with Death of the Evil Ribbon! BTW anyone have any freaking clue how tall Abel is? I've been trying to figure it out for a month! Also I classify the Methuselah in two groups, true Methuselah such as Ion and Astha, and Vampires such as Radu. Also seems this chapter didn't get put up when it was written as tends to have glitches like that so I'm very very sorry about that, chapter three is almost done. -bows repeatedly- I'm very very very very very very very very very sorry!

An Angel's Wings

Chapter 2:

Where?

The Albion Royal Palace

Esther Blanchett, Queen of Albion stared sadly at the ocean, at present time she stood on her balcony wrapped in her bed robe. She sighed and shifted, her heart was heavy as was her mind, she propped her elbows on the railing and rested her chin in her hands. Her hair fell over her shoulders brushing her knuckles which made her smile slightly. Over the past two years she had let her hair grow out so that it brushed just past her shoulders, she didn't believe that short hair looked very royal.

She stared up at the duel moons her dark blue eyes filling with tears, she started to hum softly. It was a tune that she had heard before but she couldn't remember where, it had just been a little tune then and now she had turned it into a song the words half written on her desk.

"Your majesty?" she turned her head to look at the maid there.

"Yes?" she dashed away her tears.

"Um.. I'm headed to bed your majesty is there anything else that you need?" the soft spoken maid bobbed a curtsy.

"No, thank you Miss Lisa, have a nice sleep I'll say a prayer for you tonight." The maid blushed and curtsied again before disappearing out the large oak doors. Esther turned back to the night sky watching the stars sparkle in the sky, "I wonder….if you're staring at the sky too Abel." She closed her eyes taking a deep breath, her heart clenched in her chest and she lifted a hand to cover it, "Just please be safe and alive. Please come back to me in one piece." She opened her eyes and stared back up at the sky and let the tears flow, she didn't sob or whine, she only let the tears fall silently down her cheeks.

It had been two years since that fateful day when she had watched Abel rise from the dead, since then she had fought to become the best Queen of Albion that she could be. She had fought for the freedom and peace of her kingdom and the world, along with Lady Catherina and Empress Seth. In those two years she had matured quickly from young woman to a grown woman, a queen fit to rule Albion.

In those two short years they had made peace between the three nations and kept the outbursts of radicals and vampires under control. All but the Rosen Kreuz, that still worried her the Rosen Kreuz were still at large despite the battle that had taken place in her own kingdom two years before.

She sighed and stood straight tilting her head back to stare straight up at the sky, "Abel.." that had been the last time she had seen him as well, him or Ion. Catherina had told her that they had been spotted together so she tried not to worry. It was impossible not to though no matter how hard she tried, with the news of each attack of the Orden her heart always clenched and dropped to her toes as she awaited the call telling her that her love and dear friend were both dead.

Her thoughts drifted to the priest that held her heart in his gentle hands. He thought of himself as a sinner but in truth he was her guardian angel. She frowned in thought, when she had first seen his Crusnik side her mind had immediately named it Monster, it wasn't until after that she had regretted her words. He had only turned into that to protect her and Ion yet she had hurt him with her words, tarring at his soul, she felt tears well up in her eyes again and fall down he cheeks, "I'm sorry father…" she whispered the words more to herself than to him, "Please forgive me and come back safe just so that I can say that to you, so that I can tell you how I feel."

She turned then and moved back into her rooms closing the balcony doors and bolting them with the lock before pulling the curtains. She glanced at the song on her desk then at her bed as she wiped the tears from her cheeks with her sleeve. She moved over to the chair and sat down picking up a single black feather, she had taken it from the air the night Abel had fought Cain, she held it to her heart. It was the one thing that she had to remind her of him, during the day she wore it in the bodice of her dress keeping it close to her heart always, just as he was.

Using her free hand she picked up her quill and began to write humming softly once again. It wasn't long after that when the soft knock came at her door, she knew who it was immediately and she smiled, "Come in Mary, Virgil." Her two consorts entered quietly and moved to take the seats near her desk even as she pressed the button to allow the two holograms to come from the ceiling both buzzing to life one showing Cardinal Catherina's face the other showing the Empress Seth's face. She smiled at both of them, "Any news?" and so started the nightly meeting between the three nations. The meetings that only they knew about, the ones that kept the three nations informed of the Rosen Kreuz movements, as well as any sighting of Abel and Ion.

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Unknown Mountain Sid/Two months journey from Albion

Able Nightroad stared silently up at the sky through his rounded glasses at the sparkling stars in the inky black blanket of the night. He pulled in a breath and let it out slowly, those shimmering stars reminded him of the tears he had last seen in her eyes, he felt his heart squeeze at the thought of her. It thudded heavily in his chest as he reached into his pocket his gloved fingertips brushing the small slip of paper he had taken from an old newspaper he had found in a town they had passed through weeks ago. He had felt strangely empty until he had found it now whenever he felt that empty sensation he would just brush his fingers over the black and white image and immediately feel warm inside.

'It's love, I've fallen in love with her. When did it happen?' his brow wrinkled in thought as he stared up at the sky, he hadn't realized what the feeling was until the moment he had died by his brother's hand. He thought about it, he had always felt protective of her, trying to show her that someone other than Bishop Laura cared for her.

That protective feeling had grown when she continued to put herself in danger over him and others. It had hit him as he had protected her and Ion from Radu. The thought of her dying, of her lying lifeless and still had brought on a rage that had transformed him without a thought to fight back, his heart had broken when she had begged him to stay away. Later as they had stood on the balcony she had minded the broken pieces with one earnest sentence.

It was during the fight with Radu that he had realized the true depth of his feelings for the small red haired nun. Lilith's death had scarred him and nearly driven the will to live from him. But just the thought of Esther dead had nearly killed him, it was then he realized that he loved her with everything in him. In truth he had become jealous of any male she had contact with, especially Ion, he still was in truth. Which is why he had so many 'accidents' while the two were talking or getting to close according to him.

But when he had been revived she had been waiting for him, he had paused for a moment to look at her without them noticing, he hadn't had a choice his heart and his body had refused to listen to his mind. Later he had learned from Ion that she hadn't left his side even after his death until Virgil had told her she was queen of Albion. He pulled the newspaper clipping from his pocket and stared at the image in black and white. She had grown up some, her face had lost some of its childish roundness and she had grown her hair out longer.

He decided he liked her hair that way, although to him it seemed the crown on her head was a little out of place. She was wearing a gown with a belled skirt and long sleeves, whatever color it was it was dark, and somehow she had moved the metal cuff that had been on her nun's habit to her gown so that the cross rested in the center of her throat and her AX issued cross hung below that swaying to the side with her movements.

He smiled, her eyes were dancing as she played with children of both Methuselah and Terran decent. He had read the article that had been with the picture, it had been a brief history of the new Queen of Albion and how her caring heart and love of peace had led to the alliance between Albion, the Empire, and the Vatican. She had also begun preparations to remove the Grottos completely allowing both Methuselah and Terrans the chance of an education such as it was in Byzantium.

The picture had been taken when she had let children from the Grottos and towns come to the palace gardens to spend the day with her. She was laughing in the picture as the children clamored around her most of them holding some type of flower, her eyes danced with her smile one hand was filled with flowers while the other held the hand of a little girl. He smiled again; he could almost hear her laughter echoing in his memory.

"I'll come back for you I promise, my Esther." He murmured the words as a promise to himself as well as her and touched the image to his heart before he quickly stuffed it back into his pocket as Ion walked out from the trees to stand beside him.

"Makes you wonder doesn't it?" Abel lowered his eyes from the stars to find the young lord staring up at them as well.

"Hum?"

"If she's staring up at the stars too." Abel blinked and looked back up at the sky.

'I hope she is, it would be just a sort of connection to her and that makes me feel less lonely.' He didn't speak the words aloud but he knew that the Methuselah lord was thinking something along the same lines as he. He sighed, "We should probably head back towards the Empire, that's where Cain will strike next according to his little friend we talked to." Ion was silent for a long moment.

"But we're closer to Albion." Abel felt his heart jump and he shook his head.

"And Cain knows that, he will attack the Empire to confuse us then go straight for the Vatican. Albion will be his last target to destroy the old technologies." He turned from the lord and began walking smiling just slightly when he heard Ion rush to follow him. Soon they would be together again, as soon as he rid the world of his brother.

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Cain Nightroad smirked at the image in front of him, it was Abel's weak spot one that he knew would bring his brother down hard and fast. He studied the image and he could easily see why Abel had fallen for the girl. Queen Esther Blanchett stared warmly back at him, the picture had been taken just that year. She wore a lovely pink dress that hugged her small form like a glove, her Vatican AX rosary and cross hang down past her waist while the metal band that had been at the top of her nun's habit had been fastened to the top of her gown holding the neck closed while the smaller gold cross rested on her collarbone. Her crimson hair brushed over her shoulders her crown rested gently atop the shiny mass, she wore no make up only a gentle smile and warm blue eyes.

Cain's smirk turned into a grin, this girl would be fun to use against his dear brother. She would be his death blow, soon he would travel to Albion and begin his plans but first he had to lead his dear brother on a merry goose chase through the Empire once again. He turned his head to look at Issak, he didn't have to relay his plans verbally to the Vampire, Issak already knew.

Unknown to either a shadow watched his brows furrowing together as he figured out their plans, he whirled away and hurried down the long halls of the air ship. He bared his newly acquired fangs and clenched his hands into fists. Thankfully Cain didn't know that Isaak had infected him and saved his life to keep him as a tool for the Rosen Kreuz Orden. Dietrich von Lohengrin growled softly, Esther Blanchett was his and his alone to torture.