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Disclaimer: I do not own Trinity Blood, but I own my true vampire characters. There is some language and mature moments, so if you cannot handle even a little...sorry! (Heh...just kidding).

"Living is strife and torment, disappointment and love and sacrifice, golden sunsets and black storms. I said that some time ago, and today I do not think I would add one word." -Laurence Olivier, Sir

By: VampireQueenAkasha

Chapter Two: The New Agent

Year 3050 A.D.

Rome, Vatican City

St. Angelo Castle

The hunter, the hunted. The situation takes a sudden turn, and is reversed.

Pure action led by unwavering instinct. A purity that exists to please.

-Elfen Lied

Nyssa and Caterina moved through the great Messenger Angel Hall while she gave the vampire a grand tour of the church. Overall, Nyssa didn't say much.

"Do you like it thus far?" Caterina asked, smiling.

Nyssa had started to chomp down on a toothpick and shrugged. "It's okay, I guess."

Caterina turned toward another hall. "Well, perhaps meeting your fellow Ax members may prove to be a more enlightening experience." she said, not too perturbed by Nyssa's apathetic nature.

Nyssa paused in her chewing and shrugged. "Okay."

The two walked into the library where the Ax team stayed most often, talking and sitting at their break. There was no mission that could have ever left them bored; they just enjoyed spending their free time here to get away from it all.

Caterina clapped her hands together to get their attention. "Attention please, we have a new member joining us today."

That made them all turn.

Caterina motioned to Nyssa, who's eyes had started to wander around the room.

"This is Nyssa Alastair, a Special Forces Lieutenant who recently sided with the Empire. She will be working with us to pay off a few ... debts to society." Caterina said.

They all introduced themselves.

"So, what'd you do?" Leon asked, grinning.

Nyssa opened her mouth to respond, but Caterina stopped her. "Oh, there's no need to know," she said, chuckling. Nyssa just glared at her while she spoke. "Now, where's ... "

Suddenly the ceiling above them splintered and they all looked up. The ceiling cracked and split and a large form fell, raising a cloud of smoke.

Everyone coughed, waving hands in front of their faces.
"What the hell?" Nyssa muttered, wiping her coat.

A figure rose from the debris.

Father Abel Nightroad.

He grinned sheepishly, holding a dust - covered hammer in hand. He wore a utility belt and goggles, which looked dirty from his work.

"Oh my merciful heavens!" Abel cried, looking around wildly for signs of harm, "Is everyone alright? Did I land on anyone?"

Nyssa looked him up and down after coughing a few more times.

"What are you supposed to be?" she asked.

Abel grinned at her and wiped the dust from his goggles. Caterina spoke for him.

"Nyssa, this is Vatican Enforcer Father Abel Nightroad," she said, "He will be your partner from now on and will give you proper instructions on how to behave."

Abel could barely see and crashed to the floor. "Oops, sorry." he stammered.

Nyssa flinched just the slightest and stared down at him, and then to Caterina. "Cute."

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Night crept up onto Rome.

Abel walked around the church in hopes of looking for Nyssa. He walked up to a rather rusted metal door and knocked gently.

"Nyssa?" he said, "Um ... can I come in?"

Instead of waiting for an answer, he pushed the door open and walked inside.

Nyssa was lying on the floor holding a large bowie knife in her hand, slowly twisting it in the ground from side to side; she was staring at herself in a mirror that lay on the floor, broken and distorting her image. A bottle of beer was clutched in her other hand.

"Oh ... it's you." she said.

Abel smiled and nodded. "Yeah ... I'm ... " he began. "I'm Abel." He paused and fidgeted a bit. "Well we ... never got acquainted ... you just sort of ran off after the meeting."

Nyssa was quiet for a long time before she responded. "Nyssa."

Abel smiled. "Ahh, Nyssa, very lovely name."

Nyssa didn't smile. "Thanks." she replied. "It was my great grandmother's name."

Abel paused for a while, watching her touch the tip of the blade to her open palm. He grunted uneasily at the sight and felt that she would do something foolish. "Um ... I don't know what you're planning ... But there's always another way."

Nyssa smiled this time, but it was a bitter smile. "Really?" she said. "Heh, what little I can learn from a priest ... besides, it's what I deserve."

Abel frowned at her. "No, that's not true, Nyssa." he insisted, "Why don't you give me the knife. You don't want to do this."

He held out his hand and Nyssa did not move.

"Hm, you can assume the emotional point of view of others ... even those that might scare or sicken you. I's a troubling gift, I should think." Nyssa replied, "But no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, death always eludes me." She chuckled bitterly. "Even when I'm not sad ... tears ... just come out."

Abel looked piteous and confused. "What are you talking about, Nyssa?" he asked.

Nyssa turned and rose, looking at him. "You wanna know what I mean?" she snapped, "Do you?"

Abel felt a bit uneasy by her sudden aggressiveness.

Nyssa held the blade to her wrist. "Look! See!"

Just before he could stop her, she began hacking at her wrist with no mercy whatsoever. Blood splattered all over the floor and onto her face. Abel could only watch in horror.

Nyssa stopped now and her arm had been completely severed from her body. She looked up at Abel miserably.

"Watch."

Abel could do nothing but.

The blood around Nyssa's body started to slip back into her and she shut her eyes as a new arm slipped out in place of her old one. She flexed her fingers and turned to Abel.

"Now you see?" she said, coldly, "I cannot die ... no matter how hard I try."

Abel stared at her with pity. "Nyssa ... "

She waved him off. "Just get out."

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Note - Stay tuned! For in the next chapter, you catch a glimpse of her powers!