The Lost Priest

Chapter 14

A Misadventure, Pt. 3: Lilith and Abel

(A/N: Wow, I'm really glad you all like my story so much! Thank you! Well, here the next chapter of the Misadventure saga.)

SOUNDS/sounds

Thoughts/Flashback

Telepathy

(Last Time)

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

Seras 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 outdid her; she hated Asta. Asta was everything she wasn't and wanted to be. Abel was always willing to help 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, 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 straw up to her mouth. Oh, how she hated that woman.

(Present)

The atmosphere was thick and heavy with anxiety and panic. No one really talked much. They remained quiet for the most part, hoping it would buy some more time for them. Everyone was nervous, with the exception of Alucard, who of course who found it amusing. Abel, however, was the most nervous. He sat away from everyone and every now and then would make low muttering sounds as he was played everything out in his head of what he would do.

A couple of times they thought they were about to be caught, but the people outside always moved on. Every little sound outside made them jump and worry. The hour was drawing to a close now, which only meant they would have to separate very soon. No one knew who they would wind up with or whether they could actually trust him or her.

They then heard something just outside the locked door. It started off low, echoing down the hall, but grew louder and faster. Everyone grabbed their weapons and readied themselves as the footsteps stopped right in front of the door, followed by a strong knock.

"Alright, come out with your hands up and leave your weapons in the room," a man spoke up in a crossed tone. "No funny business or we will shoot you on the spot."

"What should we do?" Seras asked, looking at her master.

"Follow the plan," Alucard said, pulling out his guns. "I'll make clear a route as everyone runs for it."

"Then do it, Alucard," Integra ordered, watching her servant smile as a loud pounding noice, reminiscent of a battering ram, began.

"As you wish, my Master," he said with toothy grin, bowing to her slowly before turning to the door and aiming.

BAAAANG! BAAAANG! BAAAANG! BAAAANG! BAAAANG!

Screams of pain and fear rang out in the hall as the bullets penetrated the door and hit the men and women outside. The sound of the dead, torn body parts hit the floor with sickening thud as they landed in puddles of blood. Everyone backed up as they saw a twisted grinning face walk toward the door. They all raised their guns, shaking in fear.

BAAAANG! BAAAANG! BAAAANG! BAAAANG! BAAAANG!

More bodies hit the floor before anyone could fire at the man behind the door. Some began running for their lives, tripping over their follow soldiers and slipping in the crimson liquid that covered the tiled floor. Only a few stayed behind, either from a strong sense of duty, or, more likely, too scared to move.

"BWAHAHAHAHA! Is this all I have to face down?" Alucard laughed kicking out what was left of the door. "Seven men? Ha! And five of you are too scared to even piss themselves!"

"Goddamn monster," a solider of African descent yelled, firing at Alucard, but the bullets did nothing as Alucard's smile widened. "What are you?"

"A vampire, of course," Alucard sneered as the last seven men took off in different directions. "Bloody cowards! EVERYONE MOVE!"

No sooner had everyone filed out of the room than more soldiers arrived. Everyone took off in different directions, some following one another, before turning down another hall and then another, trying to lose the armed soldiers hunting them down.

By the time everyone lost the soldiers, no one really knew where they were. They had been broken up into four groups; Integra and Hugue, Seras and Astharoshe, Alucard and Walter, and Maxwell and Anderson with Tres. This of course left Abel on his very own to do what he had to do and he knew he wasn't going to like it, either.

(Abel Nightroad)

Abel carefully walked down the long white halls, his footsteps echoing down the corridors in an eerie manner. His ears were on high alert for any sound that could be dangerous for him. He made sure to keep his hand on his pistol at all times as he moved forward. He knew where he was. He was in women's barracks and he was looking for one barrack in particular; Lilith's. He knew where it was, and that she and his younger self were in the room.

He rounded the corner and spotted her door on the right, two doors down. He swallowed the knot in his throat, which only grew bigger in his stomach. He quietly walked up to her room, practically tiptoeing. It had been hundreds of years since her passing, and seeing her alive again and so young nearly brought him to tears, but now was not the time to get sentimental. He stopped swiftly at her door and listened closely, hearing her muffled voice and his younger voice as well.

Abel, at first, thought about knocking, but then rethought, knowing his younger persona all too well. He quickly punched in the code and swung the door open before closing it again. The young commander who was sitting on the bed quickly jumped to his feet and reached for his weapon, but quickly discovered a pistol pointed directly at his head.

"Fucking bastard," the Commander bit out. "You're one of the insurgents everyone's looking for! I knew there was something I didn't like about you, William!"

"Guess what, Commander? There's something I don't like about you either," Abel snapped, backhanding his child form back onto the bed. "Don't you ever speak to your elders in such a manner!"

"Like I give a flying fuck," Young Abel bit out, only to get slapped again.

"You're 10 years old; don't you ever use that sort of language," the Crusnik shouted, glaring down at him. "That mouth is going to get you in big trouble one day, and you're not going to be able to fix it!"

"And just how would you know?" the Commander snapped, putting a hand up against his red cheek. "You don't know me from hell or high water, you git!"

"Is that right? Then tell me how did I know that little secret back there in the hall?" the Crusnik snorted as the Commander's face looked surprised. "Quiz me on yourself. I dare you! There won't be a thing I couldn't tell you about yourself. At age three, you got mad and stomped on a general's toes, breaking one, only to get a severe beating from that same man, leaving you with a large multitude of bruises, 4 broken ribs, two black eyes, a split lip, and a broken left leg."

"Abel, I thought you told me you fell down a flight of stairs," Lilith exclaimed as the young boy's face paled.

"I did! H-he's lying, Lilith," the Commander exclaimed, looking mad with and with an undertone of worry. "I did fall d-down a flight of st-stairs!"

"At age five you learned how to fire your first gun and stole one out of the armory late at night. You used it for target practice at some alley cats out back, but you misfired a round and shot your own foot," The Crusnik said in a flat tone. "Leaving a scar just on the inside of your arch on your right foot. You told Lilith it was an accident with a large nail."

"Abel, how could you," Lilith bit out, glaring at the boy beside her on the bed. "Just how many lies have you told me about you getting hurt?"

"I didn't mean to, Lilith, honestly," the Commander almost whined at her before turning angrily at the Crusnik. "Just quit whatever game you're playing right now!"

"He also has large cut on the inside of his lip from making another general angry by killing his pet python, Monty," the Crusnik said.

"You did what!" Lilith exclaimed.

"Lilith, that one really has a good answer to it! Please don't get mad," the Commander said, getting a death glare from Lilith.

"But you killed Monty," she huffed, almost in tears. "I thought you liked him!"

"Yeah but the snake got out of his tank during the night, made his way into Abel's barracks via air duct, landed in his bed, and then proceeded to crawl inside his pants' leg while he slept," the Crusnik replied, cringing at the memory. "Technically, you really can't blame him for that, though. How would you like to wake up in the middle of the night, in the pitch dark with a snake in your pants?"

Lilith, this time, just stared at the young Abel as he sweated bullets and blushed. Why did he have to use that one? It embarrassed him to no end, and he had to say it right in front of Lilith, too. The older Abel's face was also bright pink and he found the ground to be an interesting study.

"I HATE YOU!!!" the Commander snapped, getting back up on his feet and ran out of room, slamming the door shut.

"We better get out of here, Lilith," Abel said reaching for her hand, but she quickly pulled it away. "Lilith, we have to get out of here before he brings back the infantry!"

"I'm not going anywhere with you," she said, pulling a gun out from under her pillow. "I mean it, William! Get out!"

"Lilith, please, I need to talk to you privately, so we need to get out of here," he said, knocking the gun out of her hand before picking her up off the bed, bridal style. "STOP FIGHTING ME!"

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" she screamed as Abel opened the door and ran out into the hall, hearing soldiers coming his way. "PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT! DO YOU HEAR ME?"

"Stop shouting at me," Abel said, picking up speed. "Please hold on tight to me! I don't want to drop you!"

No sooner had he said that had he picked up a hell of a lot more speed, more speed than a human could ever muster. Just who or what was William? How did he know all that stuff about Abel? Lilith quickly wrapped her arms around the Crusnik's neck for dear life. Her voice was now locked in her throat. At first she could feel the jolt from every stride he took, but now it was literally smooth sailing like he wasn't even touching the floor. She looked down at his feet to see that they were not; they were just gliding down the halls. She swallowed hard and pulled herself closer to him.

"Don't worry, Lilith, I won't hurt you," he said with a sweet smile. "But I must tell you so many things I don't know where to begin."

She only whimpered as she looked up at his face before turning her eyes away slightly to her left, only to spot a small scar just behind his right ear. It was a jagged, crescent shape; Abel had the very same scar behind his right ear, and she should know, as she was the one who had given it to him.

(Flashback)

"Abel, stop moving around so much," a 7 year old Lilith said, trying to wash a 4 year old Abel's hair after he spilt orange juice in it.

"I don't you need to wash my hair," he pouted, crossing his small arms as he sat in the tub. "I can do it myself!"

"Nonsense, Abel," she hummed, pouring some more shampoo into her hand. "I have a bad feeling your hair is going to stay orange for a while. If that happens we'll just call you Kyo Sohma! You even have the perfect attitude to play him!"

"Great, and I hate cats," he snorted as she grinned, scrubbing his head again. "OW! Not so hard!"

"Sorry," she said, going to reach to for pitch of water only find one of her rings stuck in Abel's hair. "Uh-oh…"

"EEEEYOWWWW!" he screeched, starting the kick his feet, splashing soapy water everywhere.

"Abel, stop it," she cried out, trying to get her ring out. 'Stop it! You're getting soap in my eyes!"

"Stop pulling on my hair," he shouted squirming around in the tub only making it worse. "OUCH! LILITH, STOP!"

"Abel, my ring is stuck! I can't get it out if you keep—UGH—moving around like this," she cried as the ring dug into her finger. "Abel, stop splashing water! I can't see what I'm doing!"

No sooner had she said that, had Abel given a good jerk with his head and yanked the ring out. Not only taking hair with it but a nice chunk of skin just behind his right ear. At this point Abel started crying as the shampoo ran into the deep cut and his eyes. Lilith quickly took off the ring and started pouring fresh water into Abel's hair to rinse out the shampoo. She then splashed some fresh water into his eyes and cut, while Abel continued to cry.

She then hoisted him out of the tub and dried him off, finally getting a good look at the cut. It was bleeding badly and very deep. She feared it would require stitches. She pressed a cool rag up against the cut and ran out of washroom with him only wrapped up in large towel to the infirmary. As she had feared, he did require stitches. Four of them, in fact.

(End Flashback)

Something was very wrong with this whole thing. When she first ran into him in the hall she had noticed something about this man; his eyes. They were the bright pristine blue she had only seen on Abel and no one else, but when she looked inside them the malice and anger was no longer there, only sadness and a strong longing to give and receive love. When she had turned to see a young ten year old commander behind her after the fall it had only confused her even more; it was so bizarre. She was stuck between the younger and older version of the same person, but how could that be? The way this man talked to her was as if they were good friends who hadn't seen each other in years.

"Please tell me who you REALLY are," Lilith said, grabbing hold of his shoulders. "I must know!"

"You said my name once before in the hall when we met earlier, so you tell me," he replied with the same sweet smile before slowing down and walking to a door. "This looks about right. We should be fine in here for a while."

"But this is…" She began as the Crusnik sat her down and put in the number code.

"Please step inside my humble abode, dear Lilith," he said, happily opening the door for her.

"You are Abel, aren't you," she gasped as he gently took her hand and guided her into the room. "But how can that be? You're an adult!"

"Hence why I wanted to talk to you in private. I need your help, Lilith. I need it really badly," he said, walking over to his old, disheveled bed and sat down. "There are ten, including myself, who need to get back to their correct eras."

"'Eras?' You mean you're from the future," she stated, sitting down beside him.

"Yes, but it's more complicated than that. I just came back from the year 2006 and I'm trying to get back to the year 3061. However, as you can clearly tell, my friends and I are in a huge mess," he said as Lilith looked totally lost.

"Hold on! If you're from the year 3061 that would make you 973 years old," she said, totally lost. "But even if our life span is prolonged, which it is, compared to the average person, there is still no way you can be that old! It's impossible!"

"Yes, well, I can't tell you why that is because of things that must happen in the future, but I am that old. Really. Now listen to me; I'm going to need you to help us get back. Seras has the time devices that brought us here in the first place, but you're going to have to be looking for a blonde Seras, not a brunette Seras," Abel said, pulling a piece of paper out from his pocket as Lilith listened intently. "She will be with another young blonde woman named Astharoshe. I want you to fix the machines and set them to the time and coordinates on this paper here. Think you can do that for me?"

"I think so," she said, taking the folded paper from his hands. "Uh, Abel… When we ran into each other earlier your face was sad when you caught sight of me. Even now you look sad. Does something happen to me, Abel?"

Abel turned his eyes away from her, not opening his mouth to answer her question. She sighed and placed a gentle hand on his. Something bad, her mind told her.

"I die, don't I?" she spoke quietly as he cringed. "You're not going to tell me and I don't want you to. I don't want to know how or when I die, because if you do that, I won't have anything to look forward to and your future would be forever changed."

"I-I'm glad you understand," he said, rubbing a teary eye. "Seeing you again is a godsend for me. I ask you to please guide my younger self the best you can. I will do something that will be unforgivable. You must show me the error of my ways when the time comes. I made you a promise, Lilith, and I'm keeping it."

"I will do as you say, Abel, for your sake," she said as Abel stood up.

"Thank you, Lilith, but from here I must leave you. I'm sorry I can't talk more, but I fear if I stay with you any longer I will say things that could alter the future for me and everyone else," Abel said, turning around to meet her. "You have no idea how much I look up to you even if all did was gripe and fuss at you. I never got to say this you when you were alive so..."

He then bent down and kissed her on the cheek. Her face flushed and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Thank you. I love you—Lilith."

He then walked of the room leaving her alone in his old barracks. Her face was still flushed and her heart was racing into her throat. She carefully placed her hand on the spot he kissed her, still feeling what little saliva had passed from his lips to her cheek. He had changed so very much. He was so gentle and kind now; he did a complete 180 on her. He was nothing like what he was as a child, no longer her mean-hearted brat but a kind-hearted gentleman. She felt tears come to her eyes as she looked at the closed door.

She slowly got to her feet and moved toward the door, but before she could open it someone else did. She looked down to see the young commander staring up at her with worry, gasping for breath. His eyes widened as he saw the tears in her eyes.

"Lilith! What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did that bastard hurt you? Tell me," he said grabbing her wrists. "Lilith, please tell me! Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," she sniffed, before getting down her on her knees and pulled him into an embrace, surprising him. "I'm just happy that's all, Abel. I'm happy."

"You're kind of scaring me now," he said as his head rested on top of her heart, but he didn't fight back. Lilith, what did he do to you? I don't understand. But as long as you're happy, then that's all right with me.

(Seras and Astharoshe)

The two were now stuck inside a very small broom closet, not at all liking the fact that they had to touch each just to stay hidden from the soldiers patrolling the hall outside. They were standing shoulder to shoulder, just barely able to fit in there. Needless to say, they were having a hard time trying to keep quiet and not start a cat fight.

They waited for what felt like two hours, which was actually ten minutes, for the hall to clear so they could get out of the hellish broom closet. Once out the two quick stepped away from each other as if the other had an infectious disease.

"Of all the shitty luck," Seras snorted, crossing her arms. "Why did you follow me?"

"Why did I follow you? I think you got that all wrong! You were the one that followed me," Asta stated, pointing an accusing finger at Seras. "Not the other way around!"

"As if I would ever follow a degenerate such as you," Seras bit at her, baring her fangs. "I'd rather be with Maxwell and his constant whining!"

"Then what's stopping you?! I'm not!" Asta yelled, baring her own fangs at Seras.

The two women just glared at each other until they heard a small beep from a small intercom device mounted on the wall. They turned to look at it.

"You two get moving! I'm buying you time by telling the soldiers and guards you're down another hall! Stop bickering and find Lilith," It was the other Seras that snapped over the intercom. "By now Abel should have told Lilith to be on the lookout for you. She will be able to fix and reprogram the devices. Now hurry; some men are headed your way. I would suggest running!"

The two vampires quickly took off down the hall, throwing each other death glares the whole time. Of all the partners they could have gotten, they got each other. To them it was a fate worse than… Well, death. They hated each other to no end and they knew this was not going to turn out well.

They rounded the corner and saw Cain coming towards them. Seras quickly pushed Asta into an open door before Cain saw her. Much to Seras' surprise, Asta didn't protest it.

Cain stopped dead in his tracks wide-eyed and one eyebrow twitching. Seras was blonde again and wearing the lab uniform again. He slowly and carefully walked up to her. She looked down at the ten year old German boy and blinked. He slowly walked around her a couple of time, then stopping, and poked her in the stomach a couple of times.

"Sir, what are you doing?" she asked as Cain looked totally bamboozled.

"You've changed hair color und clothes on me four times today," he stated, still looking confused.

"No I haven't, Sir," she said as Cain's eye twitch along with his eyebrow. "I told you, I spilled ink on my uniform, and one of the lab techs let be borrow some of her clothes. I haven't had any time to change into my uniform, since the intruders were discovered."

"I'm really surprised you didn't realize zey vere intruders in ze first place. You vere ze one showing zem around after all. Just please put on your uniform und leave your hair color alone," he moaned, walking away from her. "It's starting to freak me out."

"Yes, sir," Seras said, saluting him as he walked down the hall.

Asta walked out of the room glaring at Seras and Seras glared back at her. The Police Girl knew she was going to get chewed up for that little shove.

"That hurt," the Duchess bit out, rubbing her hip. "You could have just told me to hide instead of shoving me into the room!"

"Oh, come off it, will you?" Seras huffed, walking down the hall as Asta followed her - five feet away.

(Maxwell, Anderson, and Tres)

Maxwell let out a long sigh of pain and annoyance. During their nice little run through the halls he had managed to trip over his own feet. He banged up his knee and sprained an ankle. This was just not his month. Everything that could go wrong was going wrong, and painfully.

Anderson offered to carry him but the Archbishop wasn't about to take the Paladin up on his offer. He tried to move on his own but soon found out he could not. Tres, of course, pointed that out and blatantly called him a burden. Needless to say, Maxwell didn't take kindly to that comment, but he did allow Tres to carry him on his back, however.

They had narrowly missed getting caught twice and been in three battles already. None of them knew where they were, and they had no idea where they were headed. All they knew was just don't get caught or killed.

"Your Grace, is something the matter?" Tres asked, after hearing Maxwell sigh in pain again in his ear.

"What do think is the matter," Maxwell bit out, hitting Tres in the back of the head. "OOOOUCH!"

"My frame is made out a special titanium-steel alloy. A hit like that could easily shatter bone," Tres stated in his normal monotone. "I would refrain from striking me with your bare hands in the future."

Anderson stifled a small chuckle and a smirk slid across his face as tears ran down Maxwell's cheeks. Anderson knew Maxwell had just broken his hand; he had heard the bones snap the moment they hit Tres' head. What made it even worse was that was Maxwell's only good hand. Now the man wouldn't even be able to hold a gun. This wasn't looking good.

(Alucard and Walter)

Needless to say, Alucard was having way too much fun with everyone coming after him. Walter, on the other hand, was trying to avoid the guards and soldiers, while Alucard was hunting them down to just fight them. Walter, of course, had no choice but to fight back or be killed. He also knew better than to argue with the ancient nosferatu.

"What's the matter, Angel of Death? You're a bit slow," Alucard smirked, shooting a soldier that was about to kill Walter. "Is something the matter?"

"You'll forgive me, Alucard, but I'm not young as I used to be," he said, whipping a piece of wire around a guard's upper arm and taking it off like a hot knife through butter. "I don't have the energy I once had all those years ago."

"Perhaps," Alucard said with grin, blasting another man square in the face. "But regardless of your age, you're doing a fine job."

"Thank you, Alucard," Walter smirked, dodging a bullet before cutting the barrel of the gun in half.

(Integra and Hugue)

Sir Hellsing and Hugue sat inside a boiler room to catch their breath. They had been running nonstop since they had left and group had split up. Granted, it wasn't the best place to cool off, but it did give them some time to relax for a bit. Their legs were sore and their hearts felt like they were going to fly out their chests.

"So, what should we do now?" Hugue asked, looking over to see Integra wipe her forehead off.

"Other than hope Seras and Asta find Lilith and not get caught, I don't know what else," she sighed, leaning up against a wall as she sat on the floor. "Why? Do you have plan or something?"

"No," he stated frankly, fanning himself with the guard hat that was once on his head.

"I see," she said, taking off her glasses to wipe sweat from them. "How long have you been hunting vampires, Father?"

"Years now," he said, still fanning himself. "I'm sure you know why, by now."

"Yes, I believe you stated that they killed your family and kidnapped your sister, right?" Integra said, taking off the lab coat. "Damn this coat. It's too hot."

"Sorry, I couldn't find a better location to rest," he said, now sitting down beside her. "The situation was desperate and this was the only empty room."

"I realize that," Integra moaned, turning to look at him. "We can't stay in here long. We'll dehydrate if we stay in this heat."

"We'll leave as soon as the hall clears out," Hugue told her.

Integra noticed for the first time that Hugue held himself in a manner that had nobility written all over it.

"Father Hugue, I couldn't help but notice something about you," she said as Hugue raised an eyebrow. "You are a very regal man. You were obviously brought up in a proper family. Are you nobility, by any chance?"

He let out a long breath and nodded. Integra figured as much.

"However, my days of nobility are long gone," he said, staring out at all the pipes and boilers in the dim light. "I'm the last of my family, as far as I know. My sister… I don't know if she's dead, alive somewhere, or has been turned."

"I'm sorry about your family," Integra said, looking down at the ground.

Hugue said nothing but continued to stare into the maze of steaming, sweating pipes before and above them. He slowly turned his green eyes towards Integra who was cleaning off her glasses again from the moisture that had gathered on them. Integra could feel his eyes on her and threw a glace at him.

Hugue jumped slightly before turning his eyes away. Integra raised a curious brow as a thin smirk slid across her face. His face was slightly pink, and she doubted it was from the heat in the room. He had been caught staring at her and for some strange reason she didn't mind it.

(A/N: That's it for now I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please review. Oh, by the way I have very funny story to tell you all. This is a true story and I must tell you all what happened to me just few short weeks ago at an anime convention called Animazement in Durham, NC. I won't remember the exact dialog but I can guestimate from what I can remember.)

When Tres met Abel (The hard way)

True story

It was getting on late Saturday May 26 and my friend Vicantis and I had just finished performing a cosplay called "Crossed Wires." I was Father Tres Iqus and Vicantis was Duo Maxwell. Basically what happened was Tres and Duo walk up to each other and Tres' neck is broken. Duo tries to fix it but only makes it worse. We just finished our skit when Vicantis starts feeling her sugar bottoming out on her.

"Millie, I'm starting to shake," she told and I could visibly see her shaking.

"Is your sugar bottoming?" I asked as she nodded.

"Yeah. I just need to eat something," she said. "I have my white chocolate and butterscotch chips in my bag in the room." (BN: YUM!) (A/N Oh brother.)

"Okay, let's go," I told her. "Hey, Allen, we're heading up to the room."

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"My sugar's bottoming; I need to boost it," Vicantis told him.

"Is it all right if I come with you guys?" he asked with concern.

"I don't see why not," she told him as we started moving down the hall.

We stopped and told one of volunteers guarding the hall the performing cosplayers were staying in about the situation and that we would be right back. He said that it was fine and we went on our way. We walked down the long crowed hall and into the even more crowed lobby of the hotel.

We decided to use the front elevators in the lobby instead of the back elevators. As we waited we talked about the cosplay and various other things. We had no idea what was coming at us. At me to be more precise. People were running all around so the set of running foot steps didn't strike any of us as odd as we waited. The elevator was almost on the main floor when...

"TRES-KUN!"

The next thing I'm aware of us is the force of some unknown person coming up from behind, and wrapping their arms around me. The force of the impact knocked me off my feet, along with the person who had run headlong into me. I was so shocked and scared I did the only thing I could think of.

"SHRIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEKKKK!"

I remember everything. It seemed go in slow motion. I saw people in the lobby turning around to see where the scream was coming from as we fell also bumping into Vicantis. The ding of the elevator and my head and shoulders hitting the elevator doors just before they opened, sending me and the crazed person that was on top of me to the floor; half in the lobby and half in the elevator. The lobby came to a complete standstill and turned deathly quiet. They were all looking at us like I was being murdered, and with the scream I let out, they probably thought that I was.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you," I heard a girl's voice.

"Millie! Millie, are you all right?" Vicantis asked with a grin on her face.

I looked up to see a young woman with glasses and long white hair dressed in AX priest robes lying on top of me. I had just had to be tackled by a crazed Abel Nightroad from out of nowhere. I then did the next thing I could think of.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I laughed after realizing just what happened.

Tears started coming out of eyes because I was laughing so hard. Vicantis, Allen, and Abel were also laughing at the situation. It was just so ridiculous we couldn't help but laugh at it. Abel and I got to our feet, still laughing at each other. We ended up getting in the elevator together but not the elevator we fell into. On the way up we kept laughing as Abel, through her own laughs, kept asking me if I was all right and that she was sorry. I told her not worry about it. I was all right and not hurt.

She got off on the 6th floor and we headed up to the 9th. As soon as we got into the room Vicantis open her bag of candies. As I was standing by the bed waiting for her to finish I realized something.

"I have to go pee," I announced and ran into the bathroom.

"Ahahahaha! Oh, man, Abel scared the piss out of you," Vicantis said as she and Allen laughed.

"At least I held it this long," I said through the closed door. "I'm glad I didn't go then and there."

"That's true," Allen agreed.

We finally headed back downstairs still laughing and talking about it. As we were waiting for the music video awards to be finished so we can see if we won Vicantis and I were approached by two more young women; one dressed a Cloud Strife, the other as Lilith Sahl.

"Did my Abel scare you?" Lilith asked me not sure if she had the right person or not.

"Yes," Vicantis and I said in unison.

"She came into the room just laughing her head off about glomping a Tres and scaring her to death," Lilith laughed.

"Scared me to death? We got up to our room I had to go pee," I told them with a large grin. "That's how bad Abel scared me."

"So, you're all right," Lilith asked me.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just a little shaken," I replied.

Later that night we ran into Abel again and we had some funny video that is now youtube. In fact just as we are heading for our room again as we moved towards the back elevators I get hit in the back and let out another scream, only see Abel run passed me to beat me to the back elevators. Twice in one night she got me to scream bloody murder.

If you like to see the cosplay "Crossed Wires" it's on youtube. It's really quite cute, but sadly, we didn't win. Oh, well. There's always next year. The links are on my profile page go and look at them when you can. They are a scream!

Millie M. Banshee

Beta: 2stupid

(BN: Pol… pol… pol… bwahahahahaha!)

(A/N I wonder about you…)