Trinity Blood Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Darker Angels ❯ Surprises ( Chapter 2 )

Nope. Still don't own it.

 

Miss Murder: You know the blue wings on Alex are gorgeous. Thanks for the review.

 

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“Jeirn, let go, you bastard,” Cain snarled.

 

“Since you insist,” the other man said, immediately releasing his hold on Cain's hair. “So happy you recognized me in this body.”

 

Cain managed to catch himself in midair, his wings jerking slightly as the wind caught them. He whipped around to face the man calmly hovering a few feet above him.

 

“I thought you were dead,” Cain said, shifting slightly, trying to find a weakness in the other man's stance.

 

“Wishful thinking on your part. You know nothing really dies.”

 

 

On the ground Isaak was struggling to free himself from his own handiwork. It annoyed him tremendously to find someone who was better at commanding the shades than he was. Even worse that she wasn't on his side. But he was trying to keep the irritation he felt under control. He clenched his teeth to hold back a hiss as she took his chin in one hand, turning his head from side to side as though studying a piece of meat. It felt like something dark had begun to slide through his skin where she touched him.

 

“Hurts, doesn't it, Pretty. You should tell your little friend it isn't nice to try playing with other people's minds,” she said, as a portion of one wing shot out and snatched the person watching from the shadows. Both men were suddenly thrown together and another layer of shadow covered them, binding them tightly face to face. Isaak grunted as he and Dietrich were abruptly slammed to the ground.

 

“You're heavy, Dietrich. Get off of me,” Isaak said, attempting to shift the other man's weight from him.

 

“Not like I have any control over this,” Dietrich said, trying an experimental wiggle but the shadows refused to budge.

 

The woman standing over them suddenly laughed. “I would love to stay and see if you succeed with that. Alas, I have other things that need attending,” she said, snagging an again screaming Esther by the back of her clothes and taking flight.

 

She flew up and hovered near where Jeirn and Cain were squaring off against each other.

 

“Think you can handle him on you own?”

 

Jeirn turned around to look at her, giving Cain the ultimate insult by turning his back on a known enemy. “Please, I've been kicking this loser's ass since before you came to be.”

 

“Yeah, well, said loser just bailed with his wayward compatriots,” she pointed out. Noticing Cain zoom down, grab Dietrich and Isaak then take off into the night.

 

He grinned at her. “Perfect. The tracking is in place?”

 

“Of course. We'd better get this to the Vatican,” she said, lifting Esther's now limp form slightly. Some time since leaving the ground she had fainted. “Can't I just drop her and claim it was an accident?”

 

“You could. But I don't think your mother would be too happy about it. The little bit of baggage is supposed to be Albion's next queen.”

 

Takara snorted in disgust. “I weep for the country. My mother is a queen. Kwan Yin, Gaia and Rhiannon are queens. This is just pathetic.”

 

“Takara, she's still very young. It's hardly fair to compare her to your mother and the others. Reigning for thousands of years is very different from not even knowing your birthright as royalty.”

 

“Since when did you become the champion of the weak kneed twits?”

 

“Since your mother wants said weak kneed twit alive and well. If you won't carry her properly, let me do it.”

 

“Afraid I'll make good on the threat to drop her?”

 

Jeirn took Esther's limp form out of her hands. “The thought had crossed my mind. What has you so angry with her in the first place? It can't just be because she fainted.”

 

She sighed as they made their way over the rooftops of the city. “You know I have no use for cowards. Even though he's saved her on numerous occasions Abel's Crusnik form frightens her.”

 

“As it would many humans, Taka. You can't compare her to those whom you've know all your existence. You've known about angels, demons and all the rest since you came to be. You were fortunate. Your mother is one of the most powerful creatures in the universe and your fathers aren't far behind. Human beings are far more fragile. The Methuselah are a little better because their longevity gives them the opportunity to observe things most humans never bear witness to.”

 

“I suppose you're right. For once. But I reserve the privilege of hating her later if she proves to be too annoying.”

 

 

Abel woke slowly then lay there for a moment blinking in the semi darkness. He sat up gingerly, trying not to wince at the pain and noticing that his right side was bandaged. He still felt faint and light headed. He had to presume he'd lost a lot of blood fighting Cain. It all came roaring back to him. The fight, nearly being killed by Cain, being rescued, the impression of wings made of fire. He looked around the room suddenly, trying to figure out where he was. He was definitely not back at the Vatican. The heavy silk cover on the bed and the dark wood furniture visible by the light of the fire burning in the fireplace told him that much. It was odd that things looked vaguely familiar.

 

He heard a woman's laughter from the shadows. “Abel, you ozone baby, you're at my home in Cymru. You should remember it as you've only been here a million times.”

 

He jumped and gave an involuntary squeak at the sound of her voice. “Your Majesty, I didn't see you there.”

 

“Obviously. How many times have I asked you not to call me that?”

 

“I'm sorry, Your M . . . sorry.”

 

She came and sat on the edge of the bed. “Please lose the fake whine. It isn't as though you'll scare me using your real voice and I know you aren't nearly as flaky as you appear to others.”

 

He chuckled. “Yes, you of all people are well acquainted with the real me.”

 

“Get some rest. I'll explain everything when you wake up. And before you ask, Esther is safe and in good hands. Though for some reason my daughter seems inclined to drop her on her head.”

 

Abel laughed tiredly then peered at her very seriously. “Thank you for the rescue.”

 

“What are old friends for?”