Hi to all who have read this far! In this chapter, Sion fills in Abel on her true nature.
Disclaimer: I do not own, Tsukihime nor Trinity Blood. If I did, Trinity Blood wouldn't have a 15-year-old pope nor a female cardinal, and the Tsukihime anime wouldn't have sucked!
Sion began by telling him what she was, "I'm a vampire." Father Nightroad looked at her with confusion. "How can that be? I've never met a Methuselah that could do the things you can." Sion clarified, "I'm not a Methuselah, I'm a vampire. I'm immortal. I drink the blood of virgins. I hate sunlight. I'm the same race of beings that started the whole vampire legend. I'm a Dead Apostle." Father Nightroad cringed, "A… Dead Apostle?" Sion continued, "I am one of two species of vampire, the Dead Apostles and the True Ancestors." "The Vatican might have some long lost records of us in your archives. After all, you used to hunt us," Sion continued. Father Nightroad then leaned forward to ask her another question, "How old are you?" Sion contemplated her answer, "Let's see. I was born in the late 20th century, but I became a vampire at the age of 17. However, I have only been awake for the last 300 years." Abel laughed nervously. This girl is older than I am, thought the 900 year old Crusnik. Sion then asked, "Any more questions?" Abel replied, "How did you become a vampire?" Sion showed a pained expression. Abel noticed and instantly apologized. "I-I'm sorry! If you don't want to talk about it it's okay, I-" Sion cut him off, "No, it's alright, it doesn't really matter anymore." She summoned all her strength to tell the story. "One day, the Church had hired me to assist in the elimination of a vampire known as Tatari or 'Trick of Ghosts'. He was also known as the Night of Walachia." "Walachia? Isn't that where Vlad Dracula reigned?" Father Nightroad inquired. "Yes, in fact, Tatari was the one that started the whole Dracula legend. He had the ability to manifest the fears and rumors that circulate through a single community. Dracula was the first fear that he ever manifested. "Tatari wasn't even a corporeal being. He was more of a phenomenon, which made him impossible to kill, if only we had known that at the time.
"He killed the entire group, except me, and turned me into what I am now." Abel asked Sion, "Where is Tatari now?" "He's dead," Sion replied. "But I thought you said Tatari was unkillable?" "He was, until I got some help," Sion said. "Arcueid Brunestud, a True Ancestor, was able to strip him of his power by causing the Crimson Moon King to appear because Tatari was able to become a phenomenon through a pact with Altrouge Brunstud, Arcueid's half-sister, in which he would remain that way until the return of the Crimson Moon King. "After that, a human named Shiki Tohno dealt the killing blow." Sion winced at the memory of Shiki. How she had nearly drained him of his blood. "You mentioned the True Ancestors before. Who are they?" Sion looked at Abel with an annoyed look on her face. "You are just full of questions, aren't you?" Abel laughed nervously, "Sorry." Sion sighed, "It's alright, and I don't blame you." She then answered his question, "The True Ancestors are the progenitors of the Dead Apostles. Most, but not all, Dead Apostles are the results of when a True Ancestor drinks the blood of a human. Unlike the Dead Apostles, the True Ancestors can walk around in daylight and don't need to feed on blood to survive. It's just an impulse. But we Dead Apostles are nocturnal and need blood to maintain our bodies because our bodies degenerate at an alarming rate. Also, though we don't always have to, but we usually need the blood of virgins since the genetic material is more pure than a deflowered individual. "Also, when we drink blood, our victims don't become Dead Apostles. They become what are known as The Dead. "The Dead have some qualities of a vampire, like fangs and an aversion to sunlight, but they have no free will. They act under the Dead Apostle's control. The only exception is when the victim has a high magic potential, or a high amount of mana stored in their bodies." "I take it that was the case with you?" said Abel. Sion nodded, "Yes. I was an alchemist of Atlas, a branch of the Mage's Association, so I would naturally have such a potential." Sion paused. That's strange. Why am I telling him all of this?
Abel asked her, "Are there any more of you Dead Apostles?" Sion looked up and said, "Before Armageddon, there were several, but I don't know if there are any now. If there are, then they are probably keeping a low profile. Most Dead Apostles held a lot of animosity towards humans. They only saw them as food. Though there were exceptions," Sion hoped that at least Satsuki was still alive, she missed her so much. Father Nightroad smiled and said, "Well, I'm glad that I had the pleasure of meeting one of those exceptions." Sion looked up in surprise, "You don't think I'm a monster?" Father Nightroad looked at her, "Now who told you that? I mean, sure you can be scary but that doesn't mean you're a monster." Sion glared at Father Nightroad and said, "What do you mean, 'scary'." Abel started laughing nervously once more.
After a whole day and night came again, Sion went with Father Nightroad to interrogate the would-be terrorists. At first, Abel tried to interrogate them by himself, but the detainees were uncooperative. As soon as Sion walked into the room, however, the three Methuselah (the fourth was receiving medical attention) spilled their guts and begged Sion not to hurt them. They told Abel and Sion that they were being helped by a man who called himself Dietrich von Lohengrin. When Abel heard that name he muttered, "I knew it." After that, he left the room. Sion followed soon after, and asked what was wrong. "Dietrich von Lohengrin, a member of the Rozenkreuz Orden." "The Order of the Rose Cross?" Sion said. "Yes. They claim to be an organization trying to establish a new world order. They are trying to sabotage relations with the Vatican and the Empire." Sion said, "Why are they trying to do that?" "We don't know. What we do know is that they are willing to slaughter millions for their ideals." Sion didn't like this. This was starting to sound like one of those stupid Dan Brown novels. Suddenly, a cry rang out from the interrogation room. Abel and Sion rushed in to find out what was going on. As they opened the door, they saw the prisoners going mad. One was slamming his head into a wall, another was bashing his head into the one way glass, and the last one was foaming at the mouth. "W-what in God's name?" said Abel. Sion and Abel tried to stop them. But by the time they got them pinned down, they were dead.
That night Sion reported back to the Empress. She told Her Imperial Highness about what they had found out, about how the members of the Floure du Mal died, and about how her true nature had been exposed to Father Nightroad. Seth breathed a sigh of relief when she found out that it was her dear brother that had found out. If it had been anyone else, it would have been disastrous. She ordered Sion to keep on the lookout for trouble. If the Orden was willing to kill these men to hide their intentions, then they would be after Sion and Abel as well, since they already knew too much.
A/N: Well, I hope that this chap hasn't been too boring for you. Next Chap, there's a new arrival, but he's not who you might think at first.
