A/N: Hmmm…. Oh, yeah! I LIKE COOKIES!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TRINTIY BLOOD.

"Liar." Abel said with disgust. "Demetry's dead."

"No I'm not!" the man said indignantly. Then gentler he said, " Stella did see me die, that is true, in a way. As if dieing isn't enough, the scientists who created us made it so that we would stay in between life and death in unconsciousness for hours. It is painful and is meant to be our final punishment." The man said this quickly, and then sucked in some breath. "The scientists found our bodies, except Stella's a long time after we had all fallen. Nothing could be saved of my mother, father, and sister, so they took me. Now I have to protect one of the worst people in the world and wait for him to die of old age." The man's blue eyes hardened.

Abel refused to think that this man was Demetry until he heard it from Stella's mouth. Hmm… "All right, if you are truly Stella's brother, then help her." He said, knowing that this was the only way without Stella's direct help to know for sure whether or not this man was who he said he was.

He shrugged. "Okay, I hope this works. Hmm… what was it she said to do? Oh yeah…" He put his hand on Stella's wound.

A small light exploded from his hand and Abel held his breath for a second. Stella's eyelids moved and she grimaced. Groaning, she opened her eyes and lifted herself. She blinked a few times and looked at the man sitting over her. When she saw Abel she cursed.

"Damnit, Abel. How long did you last after I died?"

Abel let out a laugh. "You're not dead, and neither am I."

"Then how…" she looked up questioningly at the man.

The man smiled at her. "The scientists salvaged me right after they gave up searching for you."

Stella looked happier than Abel had ever seen her. "Demetry!" She threw her arms around him and nearly knocked him over.

Demetry smiled gently and patted her head. He whispered something to her, and she whispered back. Abel stepped a few feet away to give the siblings privacy. Stella was crying and Demetry suddenly jumped up and spun Stella around.

Stella stopped him and ran over to Abel. She hugged him, or his waist, rather, because of his tallness and her shortness. "Thank you so much Father Nightroad."

Abel smiled down at her confusedly. "For what?"

Stella beamed back. "You were partly responsible for this. I mean, if you never saved me that day in the alley, then I would have never gone to kill the Emperor and I would never have seen my brother again."

"It was nothing." Abel gave her his best scatter-brained priest look.

Demetry came forward and put out a hand to Abel. "Well… um, Mr. Father Nightroad, I'm guessing that you don't want to blow my brains out?" Stella drew back and raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Uh ha… ha… sorry about that, I had to, you know…." Abel shook the offered hand.

"Yeah, I'm glad my sister has been in such capable hands." He broke off the shaking. "Now we have to decide what to do next."

Stella sighed heavily. "I'm guessing that you can't…"

"No." Demetry interrupted. "I can't get within ten feet of him. And he has a sort of alarm on his heart so that when it stops, the entire city is thrown into chaos." He sighed, and then looked up at Abel. "You know, Mr. Father Nightroad, I'm not one to send my baby sister into a dangerous fight, so I want you to protect her."

Abel was about to respond when Stella cut in. "Baby sister! What do you mean baby sister? I've been fighting for every meal, escaping guards, and killing people for decades and yet you call me baby sister!" She was up in Demetry's face now, and Abel made a mental note to never make her angry, but something caught his attention.

"Decades? Just how old are you guys anyway?"

The siblings ceased their fighting. Stella looked at the ground guiltily and Demetry scratched the back of his head and avoided any direct eye contact

"Well… er… how much did Stella tell you about Titans?"

"She told me that they were designed to hunt and kill Crusnicks…"

"Wrong. Only my father and myself were designed to do that. My mother was designed to bear children, and Stella…" Demetry hesitated on the sensitive subject.

"I was born to be tested for dexterity, endurance, stamina, strength, speed and so on and live out my usefulness protecting the youngest Titan sibling." Stella said, sounding as if she were one of the insensitive scientists that built her. Her voice went back to normal as she addressed her brother directly. "He knows, Demetry."

The eldest Titan nodded. "Okay, well, think of it this way. We were designed to hunt and kill Crusnicks. In other words, we were the extermination team, and you do not want the prey to outlive the predator, so we Titans were built to age almost at the same level as the Crusnicks, if not a year or so slower."

Abel nodded. "So you two are…"

Stella shrugged. "A couple decades old, but, ladies, can we get this tea party over with and concentrate on the task at hand."

Demetry smiled, revealing a shiny fang. "Already have. You've forgotten, dear sister that I can concentrate on two things at once. Here's the plan. Because I have no choice but to protect the Emperor, you shoot me here so I enter the unconscious state. You guys go kill him, don't worry, he's positively weak. Come back, retrieve my body and heal me and we run like hell before the Methuselah get here."

Abel could tell that Stella was reluctant to kill her brother, but who wouldn't be? You weren't. He reminded himself. Finally, biting her lip, she said, "Okay."

Abel shot his gun without hesitation and they both sprinted up the stairs.

"Wait, Demetry, your necklace!" Stella tried to hand it to him."

The failing Titan shook his head. "It's yours now, sister."

A/N: all right I've kept my quota. I've written a chapter with one minute of the day to spare. Ha! Beat that.