Notice: This is written by both Flame800900 and I. Flame will be writing everything Cain says and I'll be writing everything Abel says, same as our last story. You guys should know the rules by now... Right? And no we don't own Trinity blood.

Clicks sounded from the inside of the building as the voice unlocked several of the locks that had been placed on the door. Within seconds the door swung open. Abel tried getting a good look inside, he couldn't see the person who had just unlocked the door, but he could tell that the inside was a bar. These people where probably selling illegal drugs without a license, as well as the weapons.

Now, Abel could either follow them in and try to worm is way in as a new member now or wait until tomorrow and try. If he waited it would mean he wouldn't be like he'd followed someone here, but if he didn't wait, a lot of people could die. Then again people might still die if he didn't wait, as well. This included him being easier to discover and more. So what was he to do?

Well there goes talking to Cain and the others for next day... possibly more. Abel waited for a while longer before finally deeming it safe and jumping down. He knocked on the door just as the other man had and when asked the question he answered with the word 'rotten.' The door swung open for him and Abel proceeded to make his way to the bar.

The men and even women in here stank of alcohol. All of them were obviously drunk as their words were slurred together. One thing Abel would never understand about the humans was why they enjoyed getting drunk. The only thing they ever got out of it was a major headache the next day.

Abel kept an ear out for any talk on weapons and drugs as he made his way through the place. "Yeah, just got the latest shipment this morning," stated the man Abel had been following. "Got any idea what this Isaak man wants with all these weapons?"

"Na, but you don't question the boss and he is our new boss."

"Water," Abel waved away the bar tender before he could even ask what he wanted.

"Water? Ain't got no water here," one of the men said, having over heard Abel's orders. "So what's a kid like you doing here? Obviously not to get drunk."

"Guess I'll just have to order whatever's strongest then," Abel shrugged and turned to the bar tender again who nodded and scrambled away to get the wine. "Couldn't stop but over hear you guys got orders from the boss. If yah ask me, I'd say the boss favors yah. Mind getting me in the loop?" Abel said in an accent. He was being more blunt with his actions than he normally would be, but people tended to ignore that as long as he acted like a local.

"Here you are then," the bar tender passed Abel his drink.

"Thanks," Abel took the tall glass and easily downed it in one gulp. The humans stared in surprise. "Now, I still want my water." Abel glared at the man.

"R-right away."

"So about boss Isaak, think he could use a man like me?"

"Yeah," stated one of them, still staring at Abel. "I'll get a meeting set up. Come by tomorrow and I'll tell you then when it's at."

"Great, I'll drop on by tomorrow afternoon then," Abel stated as he stood up.

XXX

Cain paced the length of the room. Whatever Abel was doing was important, he knew this, but he couldn't stop himself from being on edge. This entire situation was annoying. One he was stuck with two people he would rather avoid, and two he wanted to bash one of their heads in.

Where the hell was Abel? Cain could feel a migraine coming on as Asthe continued to rant on about how good this inn was compared to the one he had gotten the day before. Somebody just make her shut up. Cain was starting to associate her voice with nails on a chalk board.

Just then the door opened and Abel walked in. He wasn't wearing his glasses like how he had been at the dock, but his eyes were still glazed over as if he were in deep thought.

"Thank God," Cain breathed. Right then he was just grateful Abel's walking in had shut Asthe up.

Not for long though. "Where have you been? And why do you smell like you just went to a bar?"

Abel looked up, his eyes gaining it usual awareness. "You just answered your question for yourself," Abel pointed out. It didn't seem like he was trying to be rude, but Asthe still took it that way and stormed off to the other end of the room. Abel shot her confused look then looked back at Cain. "What's wrong with her?"

"She's just acting like a spoiled brat, that's all," Cain stated. "We were trying to get to the Vatican when we saw you," Cain informed his brother.

"That idiot didn't have enough money for a descent inn let alone three tickets to Italy," Asthe snorted, "some crusnik he is, if he's even one."

"Okay..." Abel gave Cain a confused look. "Well, I've got to go somewhere tomorrow after noon, but you three are welcome to stay here. "As for what to do, I don't suggest you go to the vatican dressed the way you are. Francesco will call you a heretic for wearing priest robes and will push charges saying that you are defiling the name of the church. And as for you, Lilith, Asthe, the inquisition would kill you on the spot since you're wearing clothes from the empire."

"So, we'll just change," Asthe said, matter-of-factly.

"Into what?" Cain asked, glaring at her. "You seem to forget, you don't have money for clothes. And I sure as hell don't have money for your taste in clothes."

"Why not sneak in then?" Asthe shouted back at Cain.

"Not a good idea. Tres would kill you three on the spot," Abel stated.

"Tres?" Cain asked, tilting his head to one side. "Who's Tres?" To Asthe he stated, "I'm not cheating someone out of their living."

"He's an android," Abel said, shooting Cain a 'I'll-tell-you-later-look.'

"Then how are we supposed to get terran clothing," Asthe snapped. "It's bad enough we have to get them, but I'm sure as hell not wearing commoner's clothes!"

"Fine then, get captured by the Vatican. In this reality there is no peace treaty!" Cain snapped just them. His eye bled red and his fangs grew over his lips. His hair started to crackle around his face.

"Cain," Lilith placed herself between Cain and Asthe, "calm down."

"Can I talk to you for a bit?" Abel didn't wait for an answer as he shuffled Asthe out of the room and into the hall. He closed the door behind him.

"Cain, you need to understand that she's been living a pampered life," Lilith started. Her words were echoed by something very similar outside, but it was toward Asthe. Lilith cracked a small smile and took a seat on the nearest couch. She patted the seat next to her.

Cain sighed and loosened up, forcing the crusnik to deactivate. He sat down beside Lilith, but moved so he was more in the corner. "I know I over reacted. It's just she keeps making it out that all of this is my fault." He paused, "And I've no wish to tell her why I don't have stores of money saved up." He avoided looking at Lilith as he said this. While he still blamed Lilith and his sister for what had happened years ago, he hated seeing the guilt and sorrow in Lilith's eyes every time he brought this up.

"Then don't," Lilith said. "I know how you feel, though I may not get as angry as you, but I still have my moments with Seth. And don't give me that look. Asthe's different from Seth so I can't give you the same advice that I have used on Seth. I think the best chance you have of getting on her good side would be to grin and just bear with it. Eventually she'll get tired of it and either give up or ask you what you're smiling about."

Cain nodded. "I'll try, but I might not be that successful. Thank you, Lilith," Cain gave the slightest bow of his head.

Lilith nodded her head just as Asthe and Abel walked through the door. Abel looked just as board as every and Asthe... well Cain didn't know what to think about the way she felt. It looked like she was caught between apologizing, asking questions, ranting some more, and debating on weather to kill Abel or not. In the end a very constipated look was what she ended up with.

"I'll figure something out for the clothing," Cain said as he stood.

"I'll come with you," Asthe said disgruntled. She held up a small pouch, "I may not have terran currency but I do have a few things worth trading. And don't worry, they won't be able to trace it back to the empire." Asthe glanced at Abel, and Cain instantly knew this was all his idea.

"Why don't you join them?" his brother asked Lilith. She raised an eyebrow as Abel gave her another pouch similar to Asthe's. "That should be enough to get you decent clothes."

"And what are you going to do?" Lilith asked as she took the pouch from him.

"Wait for William," Abel yawned then chucked nervously, "I mean sleep..."

"Great, so you get to wait for someone or sleep," Cain stated. "Nice to know you have my back, brother." Cain started towards the door. "Just don't try anything really stupid while we're gone," he teased.

"It's not like I'm a kid," Abel yawned again as he moved to the back of the room. "Besides, I'm not the one who needs the clothes. And I do have your back... but not when it comes to this sort-" the last part was cut off as he threw himself onto the bed.

"Not a kid anymore? with the way he acts, yeah right," Cain muttered under his breath. The door shut behind Lilith. "Let's go before Abel really does do something stupid." Or they ended up attacked, or any number of stuff happened to them.

"More stupid then what you've been doing?" Asthe mumbled to herself, so quiet that even a methuselah wouldn't be able to hear it, but a crusnik was a different story. "So he's really your brother then?" Asthe asked louder.

Cain's eye twitched. He wanted to turn and strike the girl, but, remembering Lilith's words, he forced himself to smile. "Yes, well, sort of. He's from this reality. The brother who is from mine you saw in chains before we left our reality."

"Do you see both Abels as kids, or just the one from this reality?"

"Just the one from this reality, but from what I've gathered our realities are the same up until about the Mars Civil War." Cain lead the way out of the building into a light drizzle that had started.

"You'd know the Mars Civil Wars as the Methuselah Civil War, Asthe," Lilith explained. "Cain, Seth and I had the name changed a few years after..." she hesitated.

"A few years after I was placed in Albion," Cain finished, careful not give away what had happened here in Albion to him. "It makes sense that you two would want Mars to be forgotten." He'd give just about anything to forget about that world and what had happened to their family on it.

"And then you became a priest? That hardly makes any sense. Why didn't you return to the empire?" Asthe asked. After not getting an answer she shook her head, "never mind. Anyway why don't we try there first?" She pointed to a near by clothes shop.

Cain still wanted to strike the girl, but at least she wasn't being as annoying as before. Following Asthe, Cain glanced at Lilith. He would rather not be this close to Lilith. She'd been Abel's lover for several months before - before Cain had fused his brother with 02. He couldn't help but think she still blamed him even if she said she didn't. It'd been no secret that she'd loved Abel for years before actually becoming his lover and no secret that before she'd become a crusnik she'd wanted his child. And, what had Cain done? Taken all of that from her all because he'd wanted Abel to live.

While Cain did feel bad about it, he still hated her for all she'd done to him. Hadn't the years she and Seth pretended he didn't exist back on Mars been torment enough? Instead they had sold him out to Albion for a peace that had lasted less than a century. Then there was a part of him that wanted to mend his relationship with Seth and Lilith. Gah, in the end it was all just so confusing.

"Cain you're face is twitching," Lilith commented as they both entered the shop Asthe had pointed out. "Which reminds me, how is your scar doing? I haven't seen you put on any numbing cream since we got here." The fact she had said 'scar,' instead of 'scars' lead Cain to believe she was more worried about his eye then anything else. Lilith hadn't looked at him as she said this, instead she began looking through the clothes.

For a moment Cain was going to snap at her and say it wasn't her concern. Instead he sighed, "That's because the numbing cream got left behind. Don't worry about it. I can live with it." He walked off to check the men's clothing. He didn't want to talk about the fact he was in a lot of pain. It wasn't too bad just yet, but give it a few days and Cain knew his temper would become paper thin.

"What's this about a scar?" Asthe asked.

"Nothing and shouldn't you be in the women's section?" Cain asked, not looking at Asthe.

"Well last I checked, crusniks don't scar."

"Last you checked-" Cain cut off, bitting back his snarled words.

Asthe tilted her head to the side as if trying to make out his scar from under his bangs. Cain took a step back. "Not that I would know since I'm not a crusnik. However as far as my knowledge goes they don't. Whatever you did to get a scar must have been before you became one." She crossed her arms and gave Cain one last scrutinizing look before whipping around to the clothes rack right behind her. "And if you didn't notice I hate wearing dress'."

"I did noticed," Cain stated. By the time they left the shop Lilith as a dress, Asthe some leather clothes, and Cain a long coat and shirt.

XXX

Mein Heir has been missing for nearly two months! For two months Isaak needed to switch between their hideouts and keep the Rosen Kreuz in order. Isaak seethed as he put a hand to his head. Just an hour ago one of his men had requested an audience with him.

The door knocked and a chubby man stepped though. He smelled of alcohol. "Thanks for meeting with me boss. I just met a kid, says he want's to meet you."

Isaak sighed. "Did the man leave his name?" Isaak asked. "Or at least seem useful?"

The drunkards eye widened as if realization had just struck him. "H-he didn't give me a name... but he sure did have an air of confidence 'bout em." No kidding, anyone who joined the Rosen Kreuz had to be confident in themselves. "A-ah even drugged the kids drink but he didn't seem affected at all! And le' me tell yah, that kid could drink! Drank the strongest wine bartender Tom had."

"And what did he look like?" Isaak asked, trying to keep his voice even. It could just be a methuselah or it - it could be Crusnik 02, the former emperor and god of destruction: Abel Nightlord.

"Silver hair, blue eyes... kid needs to get out more if you ask me. Ain't got a tan, like he's a vampire or somethin,'" the man said. "His skin's as pale as a ghost."

"Vampire," Isaak's lips curled into a smile. "No, that was no vampire, but something far more deadly. Call him a god if you must choose a nickname for his kind."

"God? Kid ain't no god, no more than me or you. Anyway he's comin' to the bar tomorrow. Ah told him I'd give him your answer then."

"Tell him, I'll meet with him."

"What time?"

"I'll just show up tomorrow when he's here," Isaak stated.

"Really?" the man seemed shocked by what Isaak had just said. Isaak couldn't blame him though, had be been any normal human he wouldn't have met up with someone who he was meeting for the first time at a bar. "H-he said he'll be stopping by the bar in the afternoon."

"Very well, I'll appear then." Isaak turned his back on the man, showing the conversation was over.

XXX

Abel woke up the next day. The others had returned when he had still been sleeping. Now all three of them had found their own places to sleep. Lilith and Asthe and shared one of the connecting rooms and Cain... he had taken the other room but Abel could tell he wasn't there. No doubt on the roof. Abel sighed as he slipped his boots on. He would have gone up to talk to his brother, but he thought it better to leave before he or the others asked him where he was going. He didn't want them getting caught up in all this mess.

"Where are you off to?" Cain's voice sounded before Abel.

Dang it! Abel turned to face his brother. Why couldn't Cain just stay on the roof like he usually did? Usually he wouldn't come down until someone made him or if he needed something.

"Out," Abel replied. Abel mentally groaned, he still needed to get his gun and Cain would know that he wasn't just going 'out' if he was bringing a weapon with him.

"Out, ah?" Cain cocked an eyebrow. He wore a long coat which was open and damp from the drizzle outside. The collar of his shirt wrapped around his neck and hid all of his scarring. "I doubt that. You've plans for a mission today, but a little backup wouldn't hurt, would it?"

"It will," Abel stated. He hated working on these types of missions with other people. Hell the only reason why he worked with Tres on missions was so that he didn't loose control of the crusnik. Plus he didn't tell that drunk to expect two people. "Besides, what would Lilith and Asthe say if both of us left? You should stay here with them."

Cain's eye flashed, his jaw tightened. "Whatever suits you," he spoke in a tight voice. Cain turned on his heel and vanished through the window into the rain. Just before he left, Abel heard him mutter, "I'm not babysitting them."

"I'm not the one who implied that," Abel shot back, knowing that Cain would hear him. He retrieved his gun before leaving the room. It didn't seem fair that when Abel finally wanted to be alone that Cain would suddenly want to be with him. Abel shook the thought away. He had a mission to do, he'd worry about Cain later.

Exiting the inn, Abel made his way to the slums of the city. Hood over his head, he took the onslaught of the rain until he finally got to the same alley the day before. Surely it'd be fine if he showed up earlier than planned. Abel knocked on the door.

"How's the day?"

"Rotten."

The door opened and Abel stepped in, lowering his hood as he did so.

"You're here!" the drunk man from yesterday shouted from the bar.

The bar tender looked up. As like the last time he wore a hood and heavy scarf, hiding his face in shadow. He stood about Abel's height and seemed intent on cleaning the glass.

Abel crossed over to the bar.

"So our leader's going to meet with you soon. He said he was coming out to do so," the man informed Abel.

The bar tender stopped cleaning his glass, but didn't otherwise move. He seemed to be listening to them.

"I'll be getting my water now," Abel said to the bartender who nodded. Turning back to the drunk he said, "that quick? The boss must have a lot of trust in me."

"Seems like, he even called you a-"

"You're drink, sir," the bartender put the water on the counter. "Can I get you anything else?"

"No, waters fine," Abel answered.

The bartender turned away from them, but didn't move down the bar all. He seemed more intent on listening to them than actually doing his job. Not that the bar was crowded, most people wouldn't be arriving here until later in the day.

"Hey, another drink," the drunk grunted, sounding annoyed the bartender had interrupted him in the first place. "As I was sayin' the boss called you a-"

"Your drink," the bartender interrupted again, a hint of amusement sounding in his voice.

Abel raised an eyebrow at the bartender, a little amused himself. "So what did the boss call me?"

"A-" The drunk cut off when a pale hand landed on his shoulder. "B-boss, I wasn't expecting yah so early!" the drunk nearly squeaked in surprise.

At the same time the drunk said this the bartender stiffened. Abel turned to see a tall man standing behind the drunk. He wore a finely pressed suit which stood out in the crown here. His eyes were dark and his features a mix of Albion and Asian. His long back hair draped around his face and fell passed his waist.

"You must be the new prospect," stated the man in a cool, almost cold voice that somehow reminded Abel of Tres except for far colder.

"Nice to meet you," Abel said, finding no reason to be cautious of this man. He put out his hand in greeting. The man, Isaak took it and shook firmly.

The sound of a glass hitting the floor sounded through the near empty bar. Abel was nearly shoved to the ground as the bartender flung himself at Isaak. A dagger, giving off a soft green glow, flashed from under the folds of the bartender's clothes.

Isaak didn't bother moving, merely lift one hand. A shield appeared in the air. The dagger slammed into it and spark flew through the air. The bartender danced back as thin strands shot towards him from the tips of Isaak's fingers. The bar was ripped to shreds in seconds.

The bartender slammed into the wall. He was pinned there. Lifting his hand, a shield appeared before him as well. The strands slammed into, pushing him further into the wall.

"Isaak, it's time you atone for your crimes," the bartender snarled in a long since dead language.

Abel's eyes widened, nobody should be able to speak that language so fluently! He didn't even have an accent! Abel dodged to the side as glass flew past Isaak and toward him. Not to mention they were also using lost technology!

"Get down!" Abel ordered the drunk who didn't even notice he was in danger. Abel flung the man behind the bar before jumping to avoid even more attacks that bounced harmlessly off Isaak's shield. Abel debated on what to do as he kicked down a table and hid behind it. On one hand he wanted to question the bartender but on the other he was supposed to be working for Isaak. Defending the bartender would be like throwing away his cover. On top of that both were using shields so even if Abel wanted to help he wouldn't be able to unless he activated the crusnik.

The table Abel had hidden behind started creaking in protest from the onslaught. Abel gasped as a large piece of glass flew straight through the table, only missing him by a few centimeters. The table splintered. Caught off guard, Abel didn't even noticed when the bartender grabbed his collar and threw him behind the pool table.

The bartender leapt over Isaak and trust the dagger towards Isaak's back. Isaak danced away from the attack, revealing the fact the shields only covered their front.

"Well, Nihilum, I'd thought you'd given up your hunt for me centuries ago. I believe the last time I saw you, you were trying to put a bullet through my head." Isaak didn't seem to care his life was in danger here as he talked to Nihilum as if they were old friends.

"This time you won't be selling a nuke to people who can't fully understand what it will do, Isaak," Nihilum snarled. He pulled out another dagger and twisted the hilts together. At once the daggers changed into a long staff with bladed ends. "I will stop you."

"Really?" Isaak seemed unimpressed by this. "Like you've stopped me the last several times? Wonderful jobs by the way."

"Don't patronize me, Isaak," Nihilum, the bartender snarled. He swung his staff as he brought it down on Isaak's shields. The shield gave way.

Now! Abel lunged forward, catching Nihilum's weapon as he caught Isaak's foot and twisted it, causing him to fall. "I here by arrest you, on grounds of illegally trading weapons without a license. Nihilum you're coming with me for questioning," Abel said.

"Eh?" Nihilum said, "Ah, you're working for the Vatican. Well, I'm not coming with you." Nihilum turned away from them and started towards the door. "You can keep Isaak for now, just know I will one day kill him."

"And I can't let you take me in," Isaak added. He yanked his wrist out of Abel's grip and jumped back. Nihilum raced forward, but not quick enough. "I'll stop th underground trading for now. Until later," Isaak bowed and stepped into what could only be described as a black hole.

Nihilum's weapon struck the wall Isaak had seamlessly stepped through. "Damn it!" he growled, pulling his weapon out of the wall.

Abel shook his head, "next time stay out of this sort of mess. Civilian's shouldn't be involved with illegal trading." Abel sighed, was it just him or was his temper getting almost as bad as Cain's? Stepping through the splintered wood and glass shards, Abel made his way to the most hideous painting he had ever seen. He could feel Nihilum's gaze on him as he pushed the picture- of a fat lady with a devious face- to the ground. Just as he thought, there was a hidden entrance here.

"Tch," Abel bit back a curse.

The whole room was filled with weapons up to it's roof! Gun powder was stashed in one corner, with guns and bombs. The other side was stacked up with boxes that no doubt had the nuclear weapons. The room smelled of chemicals, gun powder and even drugs. What was Isaak thinking? This much chemicals could cause radiation! Not to mention he put drugs in here! Those drugs were dangerous to people to begin with, but now with the possible radiation they would be deadly.

I don't see the nuke," Nihilum was beside Abel before he could blink. He'd lowered the scarf to reveal part of a white mask. One finger was pressed to his temple as he scanned the room. "Damn it, Isaak, got away with nuke!" he cursed, slipping into a dead language once more. Nihilum turned away from Abel and started through the mess of a room towards the door.

"And how would you know that?" Abel asked in the same language. The smell of the chemicals were so strong that he couldn't sort through them at all.

"I can see it," Nihilum stated, "and how do you know this language?" Nihilum looked at Abel, his expression unreadable thanks to the mask he wore.

"You're coming with me. Then I'll tell you all about this language," Abel said, taking a step closer to the man. He already lost one source, he wouldn't loose another.

"No," stated Nihilum. He continued walking, but Abel saw his grip tighten on his staff. "Whatever information you need about Isaak, find it elsewhere."

"The information you have could save millions," Abel argued. He took hold of the mans wrist.

At this Nihilum snorted, "Then you don't know Isaak that well. He'll only kill millions if 01 orders it. The crusniks are gods in his eyes. He wouldn't do anything without their orders, not since 01's come to Earth that is." Nihilum wrenched his wrist from Abel's hold. The man had more strength than any human about as much as methuselah had, or the same amount Abel had when he'd been close to human years and years ago. "Now, I'm going."

Damn this man was getting on Abel's nerves. What about being taken in for questioning didn't this man understand? And on top of that he knew about the crusniks! Abel lunged for the man, aiming to trip him, however Nihilum jumped away from the attack.

"To slow," Abel growled, as he quickly changed his plan and went for his neck. Hitting a pressure point the man fainted. "Now lets see who's behind that mask."

Strands of curly hair fell away from the mask and across the man's disheveled features. He was pale as if he'd taken to wearing the mask or hiding his face all the time and didn't look like he'd shaved for a few days. Stranger still Abel had a feeling he knew this man. There was something familiar about his dark hair and the structure of his face.

Abel shook the thought away, he might have pretended to have a bad memory but his memory wasn't that bad. Or this man could have just been one of those nameless people Abel had seen on the streets. Well who ever Nihilum was -if that was really his name- it didn't raise much concern with Abel, all he currently wanted to know was what he had to do with Isaak and what he knew about the illegal trading. Of course if the man had something more to do with the trading or any illegal activities then Abel would need to bring him to the Vatican and he would be drugged with truth serum.

Swinging the man over his shoulder Abel made a half minded decision to take the long way back to the inn. Carrying an unconscious man around would raise suspicion.

A/N: Brownie points for whoever can guess who this masked man is! Here's a hint, he's one of Flame800900's OC's!

Notice: This story is written by Flame8009000 and Bluewings900.