The Lost Priest

Chapter 13

A Misadventure Pt 2: What a Dilemma

(A/N I'm really glad some of you got a kick out of the last chapter. The Misadventures will be its own little arc in the story. Not big but trust me they do get into a lot of other adventures and trouble especially good old Abel.)

SOUNDS/sounds

Thoughts

Telepathy

(Last Time)

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT ALL THEM ARE WELL ENDOWED IN THAT AREA!"

Finally the sound of a door shutting echoed down the hall, and everything had grew quiet for a moment or two. Then suddenly with the exception of Tres and Abel all of the men hit the floor, rolling in laughter. The girls on the other hand were staring at Abel with looks that said "Blackmail Material."

"You were checking me out, huh," Integra grinned, pushing up her glasses. "Started out young didn't you, Abel."

"'Well endowed in that area,'" Asta quoted. "I don't know whether to thank you or slap you good across the face."

"We're not going to let you live this one down, Abel," Seras said, walking up to him and patted him on the shoulder. "You have just incriminated yourself a pervert. How do you feel about that?"

"I think I'm going to be sick," Abel whined, holding a hand over his mouth and another on his stomach.

(Present)

"Will you stop laughing already," Abel moaned, listening to Alucard snicker as they walked down the hall. "I get the point. At age 10 I still didn't know that sound travels."

"You and your brother broadcasted it," Integra smirked. "How did you not think we wouldn't be able hear that?"

"I don't know," Abel huffed, stopping at door and put in another code.

"Just be glad they didn't do it over the intercom," Walter chuckled.

"True," Seras sighed. "Could've been worse I suppose."

"Will you stop it already? Geez…" Abel snapped his face still a bright pink. "I'm sorry! You happy?"

"We'll think about it," Asta said, patting his shoulder as the door opened.

"Oh, honestly," Abel said, not paying any attention where he was going. "Please give it a—WHOA!"

"EEEEEEEEEEKKK!"

THUUUUD!

"I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY," Abel shouted quickly getting off the 13 year old girl he had landed on. "I didn't mean to. That is to say I—huh… L-Lilith…"

The girl remained silent as she stared at the man before her. He glasses were crooked but what she saw behind the glasses is what startled her. A pair of the richest crystal blue eyes. Blue eyes that she had only seen on one other person. She slowly crawled over to him as he still sat on the floor with a look of shock on his face. She reached up and removed the glasses from his face.

"Abel," she muttered as his eyes only widened. "But how—"

"Lilith, are you all right? I head you scream—huh? What's going on," the younger Abel asked, storming up to Lilith and his older counterpart, and grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled. "Did he do something to you, Lilith?"

"No, Abel, stop! He didn't do anything," Lilith said, grabbing hold of the child Abel. "We just ran into each! That's all! Let go of him!"

The smaller Abel released his grip on his taller other. He then glared back at the rest of the group.

"If I find any of you doing anything with Lilith mark my words that you will regret it," the child snapped at the group before turning back to his older self. "Especially you, William! There's something about you that really irks me terribly! I don't know what is yet, but if I ever see you again in the near future…" He pulled out his gun and point in between Abel's eyes. "Catch my drift?"

"Y-yes, Sir," Abel said swallowing the knot his throat.

His younger counterpart quickly turned on his heel and motioned Lilith to follow him. She looked at the young Abel then at his older version and then back to the younger. She quickly gave the older Abel his glasses back before slapping the child in the face.

"Abel Nightlord, why must to you keep doing this to people? You always threaten to kill them over the tiniest little things," Lilith snapped as the younger Abel looked shocked. "There's no reason for it! Don't you know the value of person's life? Human being's life? You're one too you should treasure their life!"

"I, uh… It's just that… Why do you care what happens to them," he bit back. "We're the joke of the world! You, Cain, and I are just a laughingstock! We weren't brought into this world like everyone else! We were created, manufactured! We have no father no mother and you still want to call us human! We're artificial humans! We're not real ones! Real humans have flaws and we don't! We're perfect in everyway, therefore we are not humans and you should never call us human ever again!"

Lilith's eyes were filled with tears full of hurt. How could he say such terrible things? Artificial or not Lilith saw everyone's life as the same. To her it was the soul that mattered; not the body. She quickly turned from the 10-year-old and ran passed the group in tears. Everyone then looked back the young boy who looked like he wanted to cry as well. He then looked at older other and saw a look in his eyes that sympathetically said "you'll regret doing that." It only made 10-year-old's blood boil.

"You got something to say, William? Out with it," the young Abel snapped, marching back up to him. "Well, what is it? Go on I'm listening! Are you going to tell me I'm going to regret doing that? Is that it? Well, I'm not regretting it!"

"You're lying through your teeth," the older counterpart said, getting up to his feet and dusted himself off.

"Who are you to say that, huh?" young Abel yelled, balling his hands into fists. "I'm a commander you have no right to talk down to me!"

The child took a hard swing at the adult but his wrist was easily caught. He tried to pull free but found that this man was a lot stronger than him. The Crusnik then grabbed the young Commander by the front of his white and blue uniform and lifted him up off his feet.

"Now, William, go easy on him," Alucard smirked. "You don't want to do anything your going to regret later—on yourself. Hint, hint, Crusnik!"

"I'm perfectly aware of that, Brenner," the Crusnik snapped, bringing his younger self's face right up to his face. "Now you listen to me, Commander, you are going to apologize to Lilith, right now!"

"Make me," the Commander bit out, glaring at the Crusnik.

The older Abel just grinned and then moved his head over some to whisper into the child's ear. The Commander's face turned bright pink as he swallowed a hard knot in his throat.

"Do I make myself perfectly clear on that, Commander," the Crusnik grinned evilly as the smaller version nodded his head. "Good! Now are you going to apologize or do I tell everyone?"

The child shook his head as the Crusnik set him back down on his feet. The 10-year-old quickly ran off after Lilith. The group then turned back to Abel.

"Abel, we need to talk, I think," Integra said with a sigh. "You know a room where we can talk in private?"

"Yeah, just down the hall is an old storage room," he said, walking again. "Follow me."

Abel let out a long staggering sigh. He explained in better detail about why he and the others were created, and still left out who is sister actually was. He even went over briefly again about how he came to be a Crusnik so Maxwell and Anderson would shut up; mostly Maxwell, who kept yelling one cruel statement after another about Abel and his "sinful" creation.

"Christ, Maxwell, will shut up already," Seras snapped, glaring at the hateful archbishop. "He had no say in how he came to be. Use your brain for once that's what it's there for!"

"Or lack there of. Hahahahaha!" Alucard snickered.

"No one asked for your opinion, monsters," the Archbishop growled, glaring at them.

"And I do not recall anyone asking for yours," Hugue deadpanned, glaring at the irate man. "What I'm worried about is how we're getting of here. They'll find out sooner or later that there are intruders masquerading around as personal. Speaking of which, Abel, since you were here in this time how long was it before we got discovered?"

"Um, I can't really recall. Even if I was here there is only so much that can remember and/or know about so…" He shrugged. "Sorry, I can't help you there."

"You're a lot of help," Asta moaned in annoyance. "Tres, what time is it now?"

"It is 6:45 AM," the robot replied.

"Then Ah guess we're not geeting oot of 'ere fer a while," Anderson said. "Sun will be oot soon."

"Great… Just great…" Maxwell moaned.

"We're not exactly happy to be sharing the same air with you either, Maxwell," Integra grunted, crossing her arms and leaned up against the wall. "Anderson, I've been meaning to ask you something here of late."

"Aye, and wha' would dat be, ma'am," Anderson asked, pushing his glasses.

"You're not trying to kill my vampires. What brought this on," she mused, glancing over at the Paladin. "This is highly unusual for you."

"Right nae there'd be no point in killin' any of ya," Anderson said with a sneer. "We're in that same boat. We might be needin' each other later, so it wouldn't be good tae kill yer allies nae, would it?"

"True enough," Integra said with a nod.

"Hey, Father Abel," Seras asked, looking over at the silver haired priest. "I've got some questions for you."

"And I've got answers… I think," Abel said with a grin.

"First question if I'm here in this time then how come you never mention it to me," Seras asked as Abel looked like he was at lost for words.

"Well, uh… First off you wouldn't believe if I said I knew and two: I kind of forgot you even existed," Abel said sticking his tongue out sheepishly as Seras made a hissing sound in anger. "Well think about it. I was little a kid and it's been over 900 years! I only saw you at meetings or passing by you in the hall! You never went to Mars as far as I knew so…"

"Alright, question number two," she said with a groan. "Do you remember how we leave here?"

"Same way we came I guess," he shrugged. "However, I will tell you everything I can remember when the time calls for it. But as for right now I can't really tell you all that much."

"Let me guess there's more to what's going on than you would care to share," Hugue replied, putting a stray lock of hair behind his ear.

"Yeah," Abel answered in a whisper.

"Father Nightroad, I have been scanning the radio waves for the past five hours waiting for the alert to go out about our assault on the personal and the theft of their identity," Tres broke in, making everyone jump. "The alert has now gone out 35 seconds ago on eight intruders. They are not broadcasting it over the intercom to prevent our knowing. They are radioing, calling, and emailing all personal to be on the alert for us. The emails have been sent with snap shots of us from the security cameras."

"There are ten of us not eight," Seras blinked. "Why would they report eight of us?"

BONK!

"OWWWW! Master, what was that for," Seras said, rubbing the top her head.

"Vampires don't show up in photos or video, Police Girl," Alucard said, shaking his head. "The camera may essentially see us but we can never be captured or recorded. Make sense?"

"I'll think on it," Seras said, looking bewildered.

"But if tha' be the case then how come they still said eight," Anderson asked, looking over at Asta. "Aren't ye a vampire yerself, lassie?"

"We prefer the term Methuselah thank you, and no I'm not the same as a Nosferatu," she said as Anderson and Maxwell gave her odd looks. "We are something, according to Abel, that was brought back from Mars. Our vampirism is virus not a curse."

"So, wha' ya're sayin' is, is tha' ye aren't ae true vampire," Anderson asked, raising an eye brow. "Ye aren't yin of the true undead?"

"No, I'm not," Asta said, sounding as regal as usual. "We can even consume food such as fruits and vegetables and drink such as wine."

"Abel, why didn't you shut off the cameras in the first place," Integra asked as Abel groaned.

"As a default if the cameras are shut down a silent alarm goes off to all the guards and soldiers," he answered her. "There is no way to shut off the alarm or prevent it from going off if the cameras have been tampered with."

"So by leaving the cameras on you bought us more time but the down side is they now have our faces on file," Alucard smirked. "Oh, well, you can't win for loosing."

"Great, now what are we going to do," Maxwell huffed, glaring at Abel. "I hope you have a plan because I'm not about to wing it."

"Darn and I was just about say we were going to wing it," Abel snorted.

"I hate you," Maxwell drawled.

"Ditto," Abel answered back.

"I have gone over our options for escape," Tres said as everyone turned to look at him.

"Yes and…" Asta asked.

"One: We continue doing what we're doing by hiding when we can. Two: Find someone on the inside that can help up us. Three: Fight back the personal to make our escape," Tres said as everyone moaned as footsteps were heard coming towards the door.

Everyone grew silent as the person drew closer. Alucard just smiled as the door handle rattled and then opened.

"How about going for option number two," said a woman dressed in a guard outfit with couple of metals on it. "Hello, everyone it's been along time. Well, for me it has."

"Bloody hell," Seras said, looking at the older version over herself. "When do dye my hair brown?"

"About 20 years ago," the other Seras said with a smile.

"That could explain why I didn't remember you," Abel said sweetly as a heavy combat boot went flying at his head only to make contact with Tres's head. "YIKES!"

"You're going to need that," the burnet version said, pointing at the boot in Tres's hands as Walter looked down a sock clad foot a little stunned.

"You just yanked my shoe off and chucked it at Abel's head," Walter said, giving the blonde Seras a strange look. "Why did you feel the urge to use my shoe?"

"Sneakers aren't heavy enough," she looked down at her white sneakers that came with the uniform.

"You've a little vindictive, aren't you," Asta chuckled lightly.

"Shut up," the blonde snapped.

Giggles and chuckled were lightly heard around the room before the burnet Seras cleared her throat to get their attention. Everyone then looked over at her.

"Now I want everyone to follow me and I have safe room for you set up," she said as everyone got up. "Follow me please."

"Father Tres, may I have my shoe back," Walter asked, pointing at the boot in Tres's hands.

"Positive," the android replied as Walter took back his footwear.

"I'm getting tired of all this moving around," Maxwell groaned with pain as started out the door.

"Well, if ye had just stayed in the hospital in the first place…" Anderson begun, walking out behind him.

"Oh, be quiet," Maxwell bit out.

"For once that's a good idea," the brunet Seras said, leading the group down the hall. "The room is just around the corner."

"Oh, thank God," Hugue moaned.

"A little tired are we," Integra asked, walking just behind Hugue.

"Annoyed is more like it," he drawled.

"I think we're all a little aggravated in some form or another," Alucard added.

"You have no idea," Maxwell snorted.

"This is the room. Everyone, get in quickly," she said, opening the door. "Hurry! Cain will be coming this way shortly!"

Everyone quickly filed into the large room just and the brunet closed the door as Cain rounded the corner and stopped dead in his tracks giving her a strange look.

"Vhen did you dye your back, Seras," Cain asked, walking up to her a little bamboozled.

"What you mean, Sir," Seras asked as Cain scratch his head some.

"You vere a blonde earlier, I zought," he said still at a lost for what memory and what his eyes were telling him. "Now you're a brunet again."

"Don't know what you mean," she replied.

"Forget it," he said, shaking his head and walked by her and down the hall.

Once Cain was out of sight Seras opened the door, walked in, and then locked it behind her. She saw everyone sitting in chairs and sofas all looking at her. She sighed walked over to them and grabbed a seat herself.

"I'm sure you have a lot to tell us, Police Girl," Alucard said, looking over his glasses at the burnet version of his servant.

"Yes, I do indeed," She answered him with a long sigh. "I already know everything that going happen. This is only the first of your trails. When you get to the Post-Armageddon era things are only going to get worse. However, I can only give so much information to you all."

"That's what Abel said," Hugue said, looking at Abel for a second and then at brunet again. "And why would you only give us so much?"

"If Abel and I were to tell you everything then things that are suppose to happen may never happen correctly or not at all," the future Seras said, looking at Hugue. "So, it is imperative that you listen to what we do tell you and follow then thoroughly. In about an hour or so some guards are going to find you in here—"

"Then why did you lead us here, monster," Maxwell snapped. "I thought this was a safe room for us!"

"Keep your voice down," Integra grunted. "Continue, please, Seras."

"This is a safe room for now, you damn git! I have supplied food and transfusion blood for you all before everything starts," She said, pointing at a couple coolers. "Once you are discovered everyone is forced to brake up into different groups. I however will not be with any of you. I do have my own job to do after all. There will be four groups you will be broken up into but Abel will be by himself. I'm sure what your memory can recall you know why and what you are to do."

"Yes, I know," Abel nodded.

"I'm sorry I can't be of anymore help," the brunet said, looking at the group before her. "But these are the basic instruction that I am allowed to give you. Look for Lilith to have her fix and reset the time machines. I would like it if everyone would hand them all over to me, uh, well not me me but… Uh…"

"Hahahahaha!" Alucard laughed. "That sounded…"

"I know, terrible… But you do understand, right," the brunet laughed as Abel handed his device over to the blonde Seras. "Good now… How am I going to say this? You, uh, me, um I… Huh?"

"Perhaps it would be easer to refer to yourself as a totally different entity," Tres spoke flatly, looking at the burnet.

"Hehehe… You're right. It would be easier, wouldn't it," The brunet giggled, rubbing the back of her head in stupidity.

"This is just so totally bizarre," the blond Seras said as Hugue and Asta handed her their devices as well. "I mean it was weird enough seeing Abel as a little child but seeing me with or without brown hair is just really… Can you stand up and spin around for me…"

The brunet got up and slowly turned for her blonde counterpart.

"Bloody hell is my hair really that spiky," she asked no one in particular, rubbing her hand down the back of her head.

"Yes," Everyone answered.

"I'm sorry I can't help out anymore than this," the future Seras said, looking hurt. "Also remember that the person or persons you will pair up with will have a particular outcome in future that must NOT be altered. I also advise you not to pick groups, just run, and your partner or partners will find you. It was really nice seeing you all again. I've missed you all I lot. I'm sorry we couldn't talk more. Good luck to you all."

"Oh, Police Girl," Alucard grinned, walking up to her just before left. "It's nice to you no longer under my servitude."

"Thank you, Alucard," she smiled, walking out the door before closing it.

"So, what do we do now," Integra asked.

"Well, we might I well get some food on our stomachs," Walter said, walking over to both of the coolers and opened them. "Okay, we have juice, water, sandwiches, fruits and vegetables in this one and the other has the transfusion blood."

"Toss me pack of type A," Alucard said as Walter grabbed a bag and tossed to the vampire.

"Disgusting," Maxwell mutter lowly.

"Seras, aren't you hungry," Abel asked, walking beside Walter and grabbed a pack of blood. "You haven't gone on your hunger strike again, have you?"

"Oh, no, no! I'm fine, Abel," Seras said as Asta gave her funny look. "What now?"

"Oh, nothing," Asta said, turning to look over Abel. "Hand me one pack and a sandwich, please."

"Yes, ma'am," Abel said, grabbing a bagged turkey and cheese sandwich along with the transfusion blood.

Able walked over to her with items in hand and gave them to her. Asta kept throwing looks at Seras as Seras just glared at her. Seras watched at Asta opened the baggy and started to eat away at sandwich as the transfusion blood sat unopened on her lap. Seras fell her stomach tighten as she looked at the pack of blood on Asta's lap. Her stomach gave an audible grumble of hunger.

"You want this badly," Asta asked, waving the pack of blood in Seras's face.

"No I don't," Seras's bit out, crossing her arms and looked the other way.

"Then I'll drink it all myself," Asta said smugly.

"I don't care," Seras grumbled.

"Fine then I will," Asta snorted, opening the thin straw on the pack as Sera's stomach growled again after smelling the blood.

"Here, Seras," Asta smirked, handing her the pack of blood. "Go on take it."

Sera's said nothing but almost jerked it out of Asta's hand. She looked down at it for a moment or two. She really didn't like Astharoshe's constant teasing, her attitude, her manners, the way she moved, the way she talked, and how she always out did her. She hated Asta. Asta was everything she wasn't and wanted to be. Abel was always willing to do more stuff for her than Seras. What did Asta have that she didn't? A thought struck her. Asta was more like him. Asta wasn't a Nosferatu but a Methuselah. She was just a step below Abel. Why wouldn't Abel be more attracted to Asta than her?

"What's the matter with you," Asta asked, nudging Seras with her elbow. "Are you going to drink it or not?"

Seras just threw Asta a dirty look before bringing the draw up to her mouth. Oh, how she hated that woman.

(A/N tha's the end of chapter 13. I hope you all enjoyed it. I worked hard on it. Please review!)

Millie M. Banshee