A/N: Just read the stupid chapter. It was hell to write. I'm sorry that there is no climatic fight scene, but hey, you figure this guy is going on 70. Do your grandparents fight that much? The shock of seeing Stella alone should have killed him, but I decided that he should be the ever confident, ego maniac kind of Emperor. Once again, I am sorry for not being the best action scene writer.

Little side note: The country Stella's from does not have a lot of advanced technology and doesn't have a lot of guns, that is probably why the Titan siblings aren't dead yet.

Disclaimer: Do you own Trinity Blood? No. Does anyone you know own Trinity Blood? Really? Does it count as a ransom?

Stella's heart's pounding increased as they ran up the steps. It was simple, get in, murder the most powerful man in the country, bring dead brother back to life, and get out of the country while dodging hundreds of guards. Well, maybe it's not so easy. It wasn't the assassination of the most powerful man in the country that bothered her; it was the hundreds of vengeful guards.

She increased her speed, drawing even with Abel and even going past her friend. This wasn't just for her country, nor was it for vengeance or her own freedom. It was something that was mixed together. Something that would make her mind and heart at ease at last, after decades of it hurting every time she walked around a street corner.

The huge mahogany door came into view and Stella took out her daggers.

Crossing her hands in front of her, she pushed through the door, not bothering to open it. There. In front of the window. The gray-haired fat man whirled around. His eyes looked crazed as he took a whistle to his loose lips and blew. The high-pitched noise would have left a dog deaf, and nearly did Stella, but she shook off the ringing in her for the disaster at hand.

Black shapes were floating up from the floor. More vampires. This time, there were eight of them and they all had weapons. Two began to shoot at her. Screaming with rage when a bullet hit her shoulder, Stella jumped on them. Two quick stabs through the heart and they were finished. She charged the closest one to her and heard Abel taking care of the others in his Crusnick form.

Blood made numerous puddles on the floor as Stella approached the old man that had caused so much hurt and grief. He looked at her with daring eyes and pulled something out of his pocket.

"Die." She said angrily as she charged him.

"Ladies first." He smirked, the knife going out to Stella.

She hissed as it hit her, but her dagger had found its way into the man's heart long before he had even swung his arm. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he grabbed her bleeding arm and whispered something to her.

"You'll never make it out of the city."

Stella shrugged the dieing man off of her. Suddenly an acidic feeling crawled up her arm. "A poisoned dagger! Of all the lowly…"

Whatever she was going to say (Believe me, she was going to say a lot), was interrupted by Abel "Stella! Let's go."

Stella turned around to him. "Right." She nodded and began running, not bothering to tell him about the wound.

She got down to the room and, with difficulty, picked up Demetry's limp form. Whirling around, she heard troops marching up the only escape route. Abel came next to her panting and her mind was in a whirlwind of confusion. She had to do something, or they were all dead. The whole time, she was pushing life back into her brother as the poison took it away from her.

Finally getting the only feasible answer, she handed Demetry to Abel. Taking a deep breath, she pushed both hands forward. The stone blocks blasted out into the drizzling night. Stella ran forward without hesitation and landed on one of the many balconies below.

"Abel, throw him down to me!" she shouted.

Abel's nervous head peeked out over the side of the building and Demetry's body came hurtling down. Stella caught him expertly and continued tending to his death. Demetry groaned as Abel flew over their head and landed next to them. Demetry opened an eye, and raised his head.

"Everything going according to plan?"

"Yes." Stella said blandly, trying to ignore the pain going through her head.

"Good." Demetry leaned his head back again. He never was a good a healer as Stella.

Stella looked down. They had fallen farther than she had thought. They were a few stories from the next balcony. Stella jumped, caught Demetry and waited for Abel. They repeated this process eight times, all the way dodging thrown spears, swords and the occasional bullet.

Demetry could fully stand when they finally got to the street and Stella led them through a labyrinth of back roads and alleys. When they came to the docks, a group of close to twenty men were waiting for them. No, not when we are this close. The Titans ran forward before Abel had a chance to and knocked all of them unconscious. Stella ran to the same ship they had been on before and grabbed the Captain by his shirtfront.

"Listen, we have no time for your shit, so let us on or forfeit your ship."

To her surprise, there were tears in his eyes. "You… you really did it, didn't you? You've freed us all."

Stella slowly nodded, all of the sudden feeling very drowsy.

The man's gray mustache lifted up. "Come on then, the entire trip, free of charge and the best sail you'll ever have in your entire lives!"

The group got onto the ship and left the dock. When Stella saw a group of angry citizens, she couldn't help but smile and wave. She saw her hand shaking at the same time the boys did.

"Stella, are you all right?" asked Abel worriedly.

Stella smiled at him in a daze. "You are a really good friend, Abel. Now, Demetry, fix me." She swayed and fell into Demetry's arms.

She was paralyzed and felt the warmth of Demetry's healing course through her. You did it. You really did it. You've freed the nation and you can finally live there in peace. Stella suddenly realized she did not want to go back. She dreaded the very thought of it. She wanted to stay in Rome and help the AX. Sighing, and giving herself up to unconsciousness, she decided that that was exactly what she was going to do.

A/N: Slightly longer chapter. I hope you guys liked it. I have over 900 hits on this story.