Trinity Blood Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Darker Angels ❯ Redheads Make Good Entertainmnet ( Chapter 14 )

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“Mein Gott!” came a voice near Blaze's left ear. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

 

“Abel is a he as you very well know. What are you doing here, Hunter? And put that damn thing out,” she said, waving away the smoke from the clove cigarette he had clamped between his lips. Abel mumbled a little bit but otherwise never stirred.

 

“Since you insist,” he said, taking one last drag. “Are you planning on adding another one to the harem, Mother Goddess?”

 

“Hardly. He's one of my children as much as you are.”

 

Hunter chuckled and swung around each of the bedposts, coming to rest at the foot of the mattress. He flopped down and stretched long, leather clad legs out in front of him then studied Abel for a moment with a calculating gleam in his eyes. “Well, I can definitely see what has my brother all hot and bothered. He's certainly lovely,” he said, stretching and showing off part of a nicely toned stomach as the green silk shirt he was wearing rode up a little.

 

“I didn't think you liked men, Hunter.”

 

“I'll make exceptions if they're pretty,” he said, crawling up the bed to settle on the other side of her. He reached over to play with a strand of Abel's moonlight hair. “But this one has entirely too much angst going on in the grey matter.”

 

Blaze laughed and Hunter propped himself up on an elbow to look at her curiously. “You sounded just like your father talking about Ran when you said that.”

 

“If ever there was angst laden grey matter it was Ran's. I wonder why he and his mate didn't just come along for the ride like everyone else did.”

 

“I think they were both just tired of the killing and didn't want that to carry over into their next life,” Blaze said.

 

“You miss them terribly, don't you.”

 

“Every day. I think that's the hardest thing to get used to. Going on and on while those you love are reborn and no longer recognize you.”

 

 

 

Isaak paced the confines of his room around and around. He was beginning to think the floorboards wouldn't hold up and he'd be free that way. He couldn't figure out what had him so edgy. Unless one counted the fact that he hadn't had a cigarette in days, hadn't had more than enough blood to barely keep him alive and he was close to ravenous. Then there was the fact he hadn't seen his Mistress in the past two days.

 

He froze in mid pace. He had *not* just thought that about her. He hadn't. He shook his head over and over in denial. It just *couldn't* be. No. Absolutely not. That thought should have never entered his mind. He was just bored, that was it. He was craving contact with another intelligent being, any kind of contact. That was all.

 

Add to it the fact he wasn't concerned about Dietrich either. Not at all. Why should he care that the other man had screamed until his vocal chords were so damaged he was no longer capable of speech? That he had taken more abuse than a Methuselah could stand and still maintain sanity. It didn't matter. Of course not, it was ridiculous to think so.

 

There was one glaring fact that came to mind. In order to preserve what was left of his sanity, he HAD to get out.

 

 

“Just what are you up to, wife?” Jeirn asked when everyone but Tres had left the room. Tres had taken up is usual position against the wall and was trying to be inconspicuous.

 

She wrapped one arm around his shoulders and toyed with a lock of his waist length white hair. “Hmm? What makes you think I'm up to something, darling?” she said, stroking one fingertip up his neck to the gold hoops in his ear.

 

“Because,” he growled. “You're acting like you want us to have an audience.”

 

“Maybe I do want an audience. At least an audience of one at any rate.”

 

Jeirn frowned at her.

 

“Stop trying to look all mean.” She leaned in close to one ear and whispered. “He's taking notes on how normal couples interact with one another.”

 

Jeirn burst out laughing. “Oh, dear gods, my love. We are about as far from a normal couple as it's possible to get.”

 

Star huffed. “Well, he certainly isn't going to learn anything new and interesting from the people around here.”

 

//Tante?//

 

//Gun? What is it?//

 

//Goddess needs you assistance at the house in Cymru.//

 

//What's happening?//

 

//I'm almost to the Vatican, I'll explain more when I get there. She did ask for you to bring members of the AX if at all possible.//

 

//Gotcha. Meet you in the gardens in ten.//

 

“What was that?” Jeirn asked.

 

“We need to go. Tres, would you grab the other members of AX and meet us in the gardens?”

 

“Positive. Where would you like for me to grab them?”