I do not own Trinity Blood or any it's canon characters. I do own Ruth, Claude and Claudia.
Ruth looked at the ripped and chewed bodies with a scowl. "What kind of creature would do this?" she asked under her breath, hoping secretly she'd never find out. The silver-haired priest looked away; a piece of cloth pressed firmly to his mouth to stop the vomit that threatened to spill forth. She took a quick look at her partner and grunted. "What are you doing here Able?" The said priest looked at her and blinked. His answer was nothing but muffled ramblings, and Ruth really didn't care do wonder what he was saying.
"Just don't regurgitate on the scene." She looked away from him back to the slaughter. The bodies of all the towns' people told a horrible story of genocide; blood repainted everything, corpses littered everywhere, and the foul stench of death could be wafted about hundred miles from the actual site. Ruth looked at the closest body. From the look of it, it had probably been a boy; maybe around the age of thirteen. Short brown hair was matted with blood, and when she turned his head to get a good look of him, his left eye rolled over the exposed muscle of his cheek. She heard Able gag, but ignored him. Something had torn the left side of the boy's face from his cheek bones, and a blue eye dangled from the socket. The right side, the unperturbed side, showed only an expression of horror. Ruth's scowl deepened as she closed the eye still in the head. "Whoever or whatever did this was clearly doing it with purpose." She said standing up, wiping her hands on her dress. Able cocked his head to the side, and she pointed a few feet a head of them. Three priests of clergy lay almost untouched except for their bowls spilling past crimson robes, either stained by blood or dye Ruth did not know. It was odd and different from the other victims; regular towns people had be ripped, de-limed or had worse. "It seems something was…..chewing on them and their….." Able said before he did throw up this time. Ruth gave a stiff nod; it seemed like something had a great feast here.
"Would vamps really go that far?" she wondered. "Of course they would." She answered quietly to herself. Able wiped his mouth and looked at her in his fish like way. "They?" he asked. "You know who I mean." She answered. Her fist clenched into a tight ball; blood trickled between pale, slender fingers. Father Able sighed and placed her hand on her shoulder. Ruth's whole body stiffened at his touch; as if his hands were made of ice. "Don't worry. We'll find the ones responsible." He cooed in a kind, friendly sort of way. Ruth turned to look at him and his warm smile. "Could this really be the monster I heard the vamps back at the ware house speak of?" she thought, feeling wary of his closeness. He slowly opened his eyes to reveal those deep blue eyes. Something shone in those orbs; like he knew something she did not. "This is the work of some rouge vamps. Of course we'll find them, and kill them when we do." She responded. His smile dimmed to a serious look, and his eyes filled with an emotion Ruth could not place. "Don't be so sure. There are other powers at work here. Ones that are a greater threat than petty Methuselah/ Terran fights." He said. While he spoke, that emotion in his eyes sweltered, as if his words fueled a sapphire fire in them. Ruth almost didn't feel his friendly pat on the shoulder turn into a tight grip. Her glare transformed into a gape; it was almost as if the priest had become someone else; someone dangerous.
"Maybe it is true….maybe this idiot is a powerful monster." She thought; feeling uncomfortable by their closeness. Sweat trickled down from her brow into her eye, but the nun ignored the sting. She could not look away from his eyes; eyes filled with anger and passion. Ruth took a shaky breath. "What are you saying?" she asked. "It must be true! He is the cre-" she thought when Able opened his mouth.
She thought he was going to answer her, but instead he vomited on her. Ruth felt her eye twitch, and her face reddened in anger and embarrassment. "How could I think this fool was the ultimate power of the Vatican?" she screamed mentally. Pushing him away from her, she turned sharply and stomped away. "Sister Ruth! Wait! I'm sorr-" the priest said before he gagged again.
On a tree limb a few meters away, a man smoked a cigarillo and laughed at the nun and priest. Long black hair flowed past his ankles, and swirled with the smoke as the wind blew. "Your sister did such a delightful job." he said to the grey eyed man beside him. Claude turned to the man, but spared him a scowl. The smell of cloves from the smoke brushed past him as the long haired man took another breath of his light. "I knew she would. Why didn't you bring her instead of me? She would be ecstatic to hear your praises herself. Especially over her…work." Claude said. "Because Lord Cain had need of her else were. She is the third highest ranking member of our orden." The man took another puff and blew clove flavored smoke toward Claude. "Well Panzer Magier, you know-"
"Issak." The man interrupted. "Issak,' Claude started again, 'my sister is high ranking, but you know better than anyone her respect of you." Issak laughed his deep throaty chuckle and threw the cigarillo on the ground. A trail of pale smoke and the pleasant smell of cloves was the only sign it had ever existed. "Reverence is the cause of the deepest loyalty." He quoted, and this time Claude did scowl. The sun was setting opposite of the mountains, and the shade hid the two men from the harsh sun. They blended well with the darkness; the red armbands the shone brightly against their black suit-uniforms. "Maybe, but our order is full of freaks and fools." Claude thought. There was nothing more annoying to him than Issak quoting people he had never heard of. Issak saw Claude's glare and smiled a sly grin. "Maybe I should pay her a visit." He said jumping from the branch, and Claude's glare turned deadly. Claude didn't have to ask who; the man's humming of a familiar, energetic melody answered that for him. Jumping quickly from the branch, Claude sped to meet his sister before Issak did.