A/N: No guesses, huh? Oh well, big Twist in this chapter. It's not that exciting, get over it.

Abel looks like this in one of the first episodes, the one with the contact telepath.

Disclaimer: You people are the soul-crushing straight-ties that would hit hippies with a stick.

Crusnick 02 nanomachines forty percent: accepted

Abel's eyes bled red as he floated into the air. He drew the dead vampire's blood to him. His scythe moved out wildly as he slashed at five of the vampire's heads and bodies. The last vampire, the lead one, crumpled before him. His eyes were as glazed as those dead.

"So you are the Crusnick?" He asked.

"Yes." Came Abel's rough voice. "Die." With that, the vampire's head rolled on the floor.

Abel changed back and sprinted across the floor hoping impossibly that there was something that he could do for his friend. Stella's face had paled considerably, but she was holding onto life. She coughed a few times and looked up at Abel with glassy eyes.

"So you are a Crusnick, a vampire that drinks other vampire's blood?" She asked weakly.

Abel nodded numbly. "Yes, I'm-"

"If you say you are sorry, I'm going to beat you to a pulp." Stella hissed fiercely, though her eyes and smile betrayed compassion and sympathy that showed she knew exactly what he was going through. She coughed again. "Abel, I can't use my powers on myself. The only things that can save me are another's powers or immediate medical attention that is faster than what we have in this day and age. I'm not going to get the latter and I'm guessing that Crusnicks don't…." she trailed off. Abel knew she knew that it was improbable, but her voice betrayed a faint glimmer of hope.

Abel shook his head. "No, I'm-"

"If you say it, I'm coming up there!" She said from her spot on the floor. Abel smiled sheepishly, but looked down at her with sad eyes. Stella looked at her bleeding chest and sighed miserably. "He didn't hit my heart, but he did hit something else, I'm not sure what, though. I'll fall into painful unconsciousness for a few hours and then I will die. Abel, please free this country… please…." Stella closed her eyes and stayed true to her promise.

Even though he was a priest and mourned all loss of life, Abel couldn't help but feel sickly guilty about this. He had grown close to the girl in the past few days and knew… if he hadn't gotten caught… if he had used his powers… if he had escaped…. if he had done something…

"Stella!" Abel buried his face in his hands.

He stayed that way as he heard a grating noise behind him. He heard boots walking down steps and stayed in the same position. The footsteps stopped a few feet away from him. He heard a strong voice speak to him gently.

"Look, sir, I know you are upset about your friend, and the last thing you need is me, but I've been sent to kill you. I have to do as I am ordered, even if I don't want to. I'm sorry."

Abel turned around, his voice quivering with rage, his eyes on the floor and his glasses glinting in the candlelight. "No you're not. If you were sorry you would not be doing this. Look at this!" Abel waved a hand in Stella's direction. "Your people did this! This girl lived a tortured life, and now, when she finally has a chance to change that, you people steal it away from her to be in pain. And you want to tell me you're sorry!" Abel twirled around and fell to his knees again, having every intention of killing the man when he got close enough.

The man started walking forward again. "Look, I'm sure her life was tortured and so was yours, but sir, you have broken numerous laws. I have no choice over my fate and neither do you. I have to do what I must. If it is any consolation, I wish both you and that girl had succeeded in your venture." Abel heard a knife switch into place. "Now, please, stay still, I'll make it so it won'… Stella?" The man fell to the floor, knife forgotten, just as Abel was about to jump up.

The man's trembling fingers reached out to touch the unconscious girl, but Abel brushed them away. "Stay away from her." He hissed. "Have you not done enough?"

"You… don't understand!" The man said quickly.

"I understand!" Abel said angrily. "I understand that you are one of the scientists that made Stella's life a living hell!" He jumped up.

For the first time he got a good look at the man he was ready to kill. He looked young, probably in his early twenties. His face was slightly angled, and completely blemish free. His mouth, slightly opened, revealed slight fangs. Brown-black curls ran over his ears and around his face in an untamable ruff. His dark suit completed the air of everything being dark. In fact, the only thing that didn't seem dark about this man-boy was his shining dark-blue eyes, which seemed to have tears in them as they gazed at Abel pleadingly.

"Please…" his voice nearly broke.

"What?" snarled Abel, who resisted the very un-priest like act of kicking the man, who seemed so downtrodden.

The man seemed to know this as he hung his head in shame. "It has been…" then man sucked in a breath and held it, before letting his breath out, "decades, since I last saw that face, and last time, it was so… so much… younger, and scared. For me." The man gave a half-hysterical chuckle as he raised his eyes to Abel's. Abel thought for a moment that the man had gone insane. "You know, I just didn't recognize her until I saw the hair? Shameful, after all the years of seeing her, of waking up to her smiling face, and all I can recognize is her hair." His fanatical gaze dropped to the floor again. "I wonder what she would think of me now, serving the head torturer and killing people for a living."

"Don't worry." Abel said coldly, not trusting this man even more than when he had first came into the room talking about killing them. "You shan't be in your misery for long." He pulled out his extra gun and pointed it to his head.

"Wait!" The man's head snapped up. "Please… listen to me!"

Abel's eyes narrowed out of suspicion and hate. "You have five seconds."

"You can't kill me! She would be so upset with you…. I mean…" The man seemed to start to talk to himself. "She would, wouldn't she? I mean, she couldn't have changed that much over a few decades…"

"All right I think you are seriously mentally ill and are dangerous to everyone around you." Abel readied his gun and put his finger on the trigger.

"Wait! I'm her brother!" The man shouted.

A/N: Duh. Duh. Duh. Bet you didn't see that coming. And if you did, lie! Sorry, I'm not too good at short fight scenes when the person dies within seconds. It you are having trouble thinking about the man's face, it is kind of like Diterich's only diffrent hair and eyes.