A/N: Erg… must defeat… writer's block. God, why does it feel like I've said this before?
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TRINITY BLOOD.
Abel: Use your inside voice, please.
A low, evil chuckle. "Well, well. My pretty neighbor from the Terran building. This is a surprise."
"I knew there was something wrong with you." Stella said bravely from her paralyzed position in Tres's arms.
"Hmm? Well, it's too late now. Three Terrans against a Methuselah? I doubt you'll make five minutes." He moved from Abel sight. Abel spun around to see him cupping Stella's face and whispering into her ear, "But don't worry, I'll spare you. You will make a fine vampire."
"Get away from her!' Abel yelled and shot at the Methusalah.
He'd lost too many friends this way; just talking while there was an urgent situation at hand. Thoughts of Lilth, Noelle, Ion, and Esther passed through his vision. Stella flinched as the silver bullet met its target too close to her head for comfort.
"Abel, that won't work, he's… mmph!" Stella's mouth was covered by the vampire's hand.
Tres tried to move away from the vampire, but his grip was too strong and Stella fell towards him, her legs sprawled out around her. Abel could tell that Stella was trying to sink her fangs into his hand, but it was gloved and he kept his palm falt.
"No. No. No, can't have that, can we?" the man purred. When Stella did not move him away, he scowled. "Hmm, what's wrong Stella? Been trying the drugs in the lab? Or is it that you just can't resist me? Hehe." He threw her body away from him and she bounced across the floor. "You Terrans disgust me."
"Crusnick 02: Nanomachines forty percent. Operate."
Abel used his claws to make the first move. All he did was nick the man, but that was enough. His scythe appeared and he grasped it tightly, resisting the urge to swing it at him, letting the fear slowly kill the man before he did the job himself. He was rewarded with the man's widening eyes and quavering voice.
"What are you?" the man asked fearfully.
"I am a Crusnick." Abel's metallic guttural voice rang out through the room.
His scythe came down again and the man went flying, right into the wall next to the steel door. He moved in front of him and raised the scythe, but for the second he brought the weapon down, it was not the man in front of him, but Kampher, the second time he met him, when the White Noise was in Rome. He remembered the promise he made not to kill anyone, and even though he had done so, it saved someone else. It always saved someone else. He scythe pierced the floor.
No! Do it! Do it now! You'll be saving all those poor people's lives! But he could not bring himself to do it, not after all he had done. He barely felt the punch in the stomach and only realized he was under attack when he felt air started rushing by him and his back hit the floor, sending him bouncing a few feet away.
Stella let Tres help her upper body up. Her strength was slowly coming back, but she still couldn't move her legs, which stayed limply on the floor and she grasped his arm in a vice-like grip. She gasped with the exertion, but kept her eyes trained on the fight in front of her.
"What's he doing?" she asked when she saw Abel hesitate. She winced when he hit the floor and rolled.
"Father Abel Nightroad made a promise to himself long ago, to never kill anyone nor allow anyone else to die. He cannot bring himself to kill the Methuselah. Miss Stella Iceheart, I must assist Father Abel Nightroad."
"There's no need." Stella felt her strength return rapidly as she got angry and realized that once again she would have to summon her Titan ferocity. She saw someone running from the shadows of the room, and knew instincutaully that, that person was in charge here, that he was a part of the bigger thing. She had to go after him. Stella stood and her limbs shook but slowly they grew sturdy and she could stand up straight. "Tres, when I have killed the Methuselah," her eyes bled red, "shoot me."
Before Tres had time to reply, she charged forward. Abel was still grappling with whom she now recognized as Mr. Onigoma, but without his scythe. Mr. Onigoma's fingers came together to sword points. Her heart and her legs went into over-drive as she hurried to stop the oncoming blows.
"Terran, Methusalah, Crusnick, it doesn't matter. I'll kill you!" The vampire roared as he lifted his arms into the air..
The next events passed seemingly without noise. Stella dove under Mr. Onigoma and in front of Abel. The first sword hit her in the arm and the other in the chest. Her hand was cut as she grabbed the sword and wrenched the sword off of Onigoma's wrist. Mr. Onigoma's own hand went through his heart and across his neck. A head rolled on the floor. Blood stained the bronze finishing and snuck into crevices. Stella stood. A shot was fired.
A/N: Mwhahaha. Got to leave you there, there was no way I was going to not be evil and not make you wait for the next chapter.