Darklight

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).

"I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure." -Marquis De Sade

"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 Six: Derailed

Year 3050 A.D.

Post Apocalypse

Darklands

Anxiety and relief. Suffering and gentleness. Incessant overflowing mixed feelings. A contradiction in quality, only one thing can have that meaning. Comprising of memories of past times that are washed by the pouring rain. Memories that, before long, will quietly be washed away.

-Elfen Lied

The train roared on passed a bridge and several shapes jumped onto it. Many people had begun to drift to sleep and failed to notice this.

Nyssa sat in her room, alone, chugging down a bottle of whiskey. She stared at the window and of course, there was no reflection.

Finally, she shut her eyes, only for a moment.

The dream world sped up like a fast-forward motion picture and Nyssa could hear panting in the distance.

All around her, she saw faces, snickering and drooling.

The panting was mixed with a sick, contemptuous laugh and sounds of weeping all around, almost a polyglot of demonic noises.

Nyssa saw someone in the dark, reaching out to her with long, black nails.

''My precious ... '' a deep, baritone voice crooned.

Nyssa snapped out of her dream with a start. Finally, she clenched her teeth with fury and clutched the bottle so forcefully, her hand shook. She gave a sudden shout of rage and tossed the bottle at the wall, shattering it to bits. Nyssa flew into a terrible rage, slicing everything apart with her hardened nails, shrieking and spitting in vehemence.

Her door flew open and Abel stood there in alarm.

''Nyssa, what are you ... '' he began. He rushed over and grabbed her to get her to stop. ''Nyssa, stop. What's wrong?''

She screamed and swung her fists at him in a sightless rage.

''DON'T TOUCH ME!'' she shrieked, ''LEAVE ME ALONE! I WON'T DO IT!''

Abel shook her fiercely to get her to stop. ''Nyssa, stop it!'' he cried. ''It's me!''

She seemed to snap back into reality because he saw her come back in her eyes. She blinked in astonishment and saw the slashes on his robe her nails inflicted on him. There were a few small cuts on the underside of his chin.

''Where ... where'd I go just now?'' she asked, surprised.

But when Nyssa saw the cuts alongside his neck, she began to draw conclusions.

Abel frowned down at her with apprehension. ''I dunno,'' he said, ''But I heard you screaming and you started throwing things for no reason.''

Nyssa frowned and tapped her chin. ''I did?'' she said, her eyes wide. She groaned, looking away with realization. ''Oh no ... ''

Abel cocked his head at her. ''Mind telling me what's on your mind?'' he asked.

Nyssa shook her head rapidly and a glimmer of doubt touched her eyes. ''Nothing,'' she said, ''I just sometimes ... get into these ... fits ... ''

''Fits?'' Abel repeated, frowning in disbelief.

''That's what I said, now drop it.'' Nyssa snapped.

''Oh - oh okay ... ''

The shapes that had boarded the train soon began to rummage through the entire power system before grabbing a lever.

''Lights out.'' one hissed.

O

Meanwhile, Nyssa and Abel spoke alone in her room.

''I know I can be of some kind of help even though I'm not pretty and all I'm good at is killing people ... '' Nyssa sighed.

Abel stared at her insistently. ''Nyssa! Nyssa! You're beautiful!''

Nyssa smiled sadly, staring outside. ''Well, the nice thing about being an old vampire is you've got nothing much to lose ... ''

Abel stared at her with pity. ''Nyssa, did something happen to you?'' he asked, gently.

Nyssa clenched her fists tightly and he could see a darkness touch her eyes. ''Yes, I've killed lots of people...my father..." she hissed. Then, he reacted at the pained grimace. "Abel, the only thing that helps is to tear living things to pieces.''

He shook his head. ''No Nyssa, that isn't true,'' he said, ''You have been through so much, that it's caused you to travel down the road of destruction.''

Nyssa twirled some of her hair on one finger.

''Yeah, well - ''

The lights suddenly switched off and Abel gave a yelp. ''Wow, look at that, it's dark in here.'' he said, almost too happily.

''You think?'' Nyssa snapped.

The two walked out into the halls.

''Oh what's this shit now?'' Nyssa snapped. ''Who turned out the damn lights?''

Abel frowned in the dark. ''I dunno, maybe there's some kind of power outage.''

Then, the intercom fizzled on and a male voice echoed richly throughout the entire train.

''Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is your captor speaking.'' the voice said. ''I regret to inform you that there's been a slight change in your travel plans tonight. First, I'd like to call your attention to the highly trained Methuselah with the automatic weapons in your cars. In the event of an emergency, they may be called upon to shoot you. Your safety IS our primary concern. However, if you try anything stupid, Federal Regulations require that I kill you. So please, no hero shit!''

Nyssa growled, annoyed and fumbled with something in her coat. ''Damn, I got a light around here somewhere.''

Abel shivered in the dark. ''Nyssa, didn't you hear what that bad man said?'' he said.

''I hear his stupid ass.'' Nyssa snapped, grunting and clicking something.

A small light from Nyssa's lighter cast the car they stood in in a warm glow.

Abel and Nyssa's eyes went wide in shock.

Bleeding bodies littered the floors; some looked as though they were bitten on their throats while others looked like they had been horribly mutilated.

''Oh ... '' Abel began.

''Shit.'' Nyssa finished.

Abel bent down to one of the corpses and studied the fleshy wounds in their wrists.

Nyssa stood guard, snorting in disgust. ''Some motherfuckers out there are always trying to ice-skate uphill.'' she muttered.

Abel didn't take heart to that.

''Now this is odd ... ''

Nyssa stared down. ''What?''

''These wounds are self-inflicted. Look at the blade in the hands of this corpse.'' Abel said, showing Nyssa the flesh wound.

Nyssa bent down and did indeed notice the small razor blade in the hand of the corpse.

''Hmm ... '' she murmured.

Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the blood and the smell soon called to her. Nyssa swiftly jerked away and felt her fangs burning to taste the blood. Her mouth watered and a small sliver of saliva trickled down her chin.

STOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPIT...

Nyssa covered her mouth with one hand to stop the sickness coming toward her. It was Abel's voice that brought her back.

''Hey, what's wrong?'' he asked, ''Not feeling well?''

Nyssa smiled and shrugged. ''N ... nah ... I'm just a little woozy all of a sudden.''

Abel rose and helped her stand. ''You know, you can duck in cover until this rolls over.'' he said, ''I'm pretty sure the three of us can handle these guys alone.''

Nyssa chuckled and shook her head, her features still sickly. ''Trust me, there are worse things out tonight than those punks.''

Abel stared at her curiously. ''Like what?''

''Like me.''

O

Abel raced through the cargo hold and noticed someone climbing up to the roof of the train.

''Halt!'' he commanded. ''In the name of his Holiness of Rome!''

Whoever it was took no heed to the warning and vanished above. Abel growled a curse to himself and rushed to follow. Grunting, he climbed up the ladder, getting hair whipped by the wind due to concentrated speed of the train.

''Ahh, look who's come up to play!'' a thickly accented voice crooned.

Abel looked up in surprise and there stood a well - aged Methuselah. He stood about six feet tall and wore a huge fur coat.

''Who are you?'' Abel demanded.

Meanwhile, Nyssa was rushing toward the front of the train. A single human soldier rushed for her, wielding a gun in hand. He suddenly shot at her, the bullets ripping into her chest and shoulders.

Nyssa stared down, annoyed and glared up at the man. ''Mother fucker! Are you out of your damn mind?'' she snapped.

The man looked horrified. ''Oh God, you're ... ''

Nyssa watched as he quickly lowered his gun and a fang poked from her cheeky lip grin.

''Those had better be silver bullets, because anything else won't do dick to me, you piece of shit.'' she hissed, with venom.

The man quickly clicked his weapon into place and fired at the vampire again, despite how useless it was at this point. Nyssa simply chuckled and slowly faded into an inky black smear in the shadows, her coat flapping with each shaded dodge.

He gagged as her clawed hand suddenly seized him by his throat and lifted him off of his feet.

Nyssa's eyes were a bright shining color and her fangs stood out full length. ''Do you like this? Do you like being food for the immortals? Do you like dying in our hands?'' she snarled, in a frightening voice. "Is this what you've always wanted?"

The man gagged in agony.

Suddenly, a shape moved behind her and unleashed a barrage of bullets right for her head. She hadn't even sensed him there.

O

Abel stood in the top of the train and heard the gunshots below.

''Nyssa?'' he called.

The strange Methuselah smirked at him now. ''Sounds to me like your friend is a little tied up.'' he hissed, laughing.

Back on board the train, Nyssa had been splattered all over the floor, a bloody mess. Her face was smeared with blood and guts.

''Heh, not so tough now, are you?'' the once frightened man sneered.

Just as they turned, a very frightening laugh escaped Nyssa's bleeding lips. They turned back to her with terror on their faces, watching as her chest heaved as she laughed maniacally. The sight was horrible to watch as her tattered lips formed words.

''No ... that ... that's not right!'' the two men cried.

Nyssa's eyes glowed red behind her bloody locks. ''I hate to disappoint you fools...but I cannot be killed by stupid human dogs!''

Each broken part of Nyssa slowly began to close and heal as if they were all alive in some way. She was regenerating.

The two men stood with horror as the shadows roared loudly and emerged from behind Nyssa, teeth and eyes gleaming.

Nyssa rose on her now healed legs and her shadow minions all circled her.

''We ain't scared of no ghosts!'' one of the men shouted. The two of them attempted laughter.

Nyssa grinned wickedly. ''You should be ... ''

Her shadow demons screamed at the men for blood, their calls frightening.

Abel knew Nyssa might of been in some sort of danger, but he could not help her now.

He turned to the Methuselah. ''So, what is it you want ... ?''

The Methuselah chuckled. ''I am Count Borgov of the Romanov Empire.'' he told him. ''My little Terran slave and I hijack trains and steal all of the goods to profit in the black market.''

Now that was something Abel hadn't heard of in some time. The black market nowadays had dispatched years ago. Perhaps they may have reorganized.

Abel motioned below. ''What about all of those innocent people?'' he demanded. ''Why did you have to kill them?''

Borgov chuckled and shook his head. ''Heh, I didn't kill them, they killed themselves.'' he said, ''I goad suicides in people.''

Abel recalled one of the blades in the corpses hand that he had seen with Nyssa.

Borgov chuckled cruelly. ''Heh, it's almost too funny, priest.'' he sneered, ''I didn't even have to lift a finger to do it.''

Abel gritted his teeth, feeling the blood in his veins roar. ''Enough of this,'' he said, ''Come quietly, or you will know my fury.''

Borgov gave a bark of amusement and strange snake - like protrusions slithered out of his back. ''Hah! Don't make me laugh!'' he sneered, ''I will not kneel to the Vatican like a whimpering dog!''

The appendages suddenly flew at Abel, but they were stopped by an invisible shield. Borgov gasped in shock as his weapons shattered like glass.

''What?''

Abel stood in shadow and two large black wings spread from his back. They shined in the moonlight, the feathers sharp like knives.

''Nanomachine ... Crusnik 02 ... Power output 80 percent ... Activate ... ''

Borgov looked stunned. ''What the hell is a Crusnik?''

Abel's eyes had changed from their gentle ice blue to a dark blood red. His silver hair lifted and his fangs slipped from his gums. His voice had deepened and distorted itself from the transformation.

''You stalk humans in the hour of darkness, feeding off of their precious blood, and yet, do you not see another being that hunts you as well?''

Bortov shook his head in disbelief. ''Bullshit!'' he cried, ''No way!''

Abel's dark eyes narrowed. ''And now, this ends here.''

Borgov snarled in fury, his tentacles lashing out. ''I'll rip you apart!''

Just as he dove for the Crusnik, something ripped through the air so fast, Borgov gasped in pain and shock, looking down.

His stomach had burst wide open and fresh blood poured out. He gagged and spat massive spills of blood from his lips, clutching his gushing stomach in agony.

Abel just watched him writhe, eyes cold and pitiless. ''This can end now if you surrender.'' he growled, ''I am trying my best not to kill you.''

Borgov snarled with hate. ''Go fuck yourself, bastard!'' he screamed.

Abel sighed heavily, holding up his large, reddish scythe. ''Wrong answer.''

Borgov's eyes went wide in terror and Abel swung his scythe. The blade cleaved swiftly right through the Methuselah, splitting him from groin to gullet. In a burst of blood and mettle, Borgov's entire form ripped in two, collapsing in a spongy mess.

Abel lowered his scythe with a sigh of sympathy.

''May he find peace ... ''

O

Nyssa, Tres, and Leon both raced right for the central control room and Nysa smashed the door down. There was a man at the controls and he had his back to them, typing something.

''Hey, get your ass from the controls!'' Nyssa ordered, pointing. ''Or you're a dead guy!''

The man turned with a grin. ''And what if I refuse, you Halloween reject!'' he spat.

Nyssa smirked and rushed forward with demon speed and reappeared right in front of the man. He gasped in horror and she grabbed his face in both hands.

''Checkmate.'' she crooned, ''Now let me show you how a real vampire kicks ass.''

Her eyes flashed red and the man gasped, caught up within a trance. The light faded from his eyes and Nyssa hissed, sinking her already aching teeth deeply into his neck. She was immediately welcomed to the warm taste of his blood.

The man screamed in anguish and his whole body convulsed in her grip; fresh blood gushing from his wounded esophagus and gaping mouth.

Tres and Leon watched - Leon looking shocked.

Nyssa continued gulping down the blood from the poor man, his eyes watered with pain and he gave one last dying struggle for breath. ''M ... Master Cain ... ''

Nyssa flung the shriveled corpse to the floor and turned to their friends. ''Now, what's say we stop this thing, eh?'' Blood drenched her lips and shirt.

Abel was just entering the train and gasped at what he saw. ''Nyssa, did you do this?'' he cried.

Nyssa was at the controls of the train and tsked. ''Oh now don't act all high and mighty.'' she snapped.

Finally she realized something and spun around, letting Leon take the controls. ''Wait, motherfucker where the fuck you been?'' she demanded.

Abel grinned painfully and waved his hand. ''I was ... uh ... tending to my natural functions?'' he tried.

Nyssa threw her hands in the air. ''We got killers on the loose and you're busy takin' a piss?'' she cried.

''Um ... well, I wouldn't put it that way..''

Leon sighed and looked back at them. ''Hey, will you two stop playin' house and help me with this?'' he snapped.

They nodded and rushed over to the controls. ''Damn, I cannot believe I traveled 10,000 miles for this shit...'' Nyssa muttered.

''So you're gonna strike out, huh?'' Leon said.

Abel stared at them curiously. ''Throw a baseball?'' he asked.

Nyssa flashed him a glare. ''Not that kind of strike, moron.''

The train roared through the tunnel and the priests and Nyssa rushed to the cargo hold.

''Now what?'' Nyssa shouted.

''Now just get off the train.'' Leon said.

Nyssa grunted at their inquisitive stares and she heaved an annoyed sigh, realizing what they wanted.

As the train roared its way on by, Nyssa was flying, her coat spread like wings and she clutched them all in her arms.

''Excellent job, Nyssa!'' Abel said, over the wind. ''It's almost as if you like this!''

''Oh shut up, Abel.'' Nyssa snapped.