Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ Chapter two ( Chapter 2 )

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

 

Chapter two: One of Abel's secrets

 

 

 

 

Esther had awoken the next morning to find herself lying in bed and under the covers. The events of last night still ran fresh in her mind as she sat up and yawned. The image of the young woman as both a human and Kresnik constantly beckoned her to ask Abel about the possibility of other Kresniks and the likely hood of him having a sister or maybe even a daughter. But the nun soon tried to rule out the possibility of Abel having a child. It just didn't seem plausible in her eyes. The red haired woman rubbed the remainder of sleep from her eyes before standing to her feet. Just then as if by coincidence, Abel Nightroad entered the room. He stood before her in an awkward silence. It was as if he couldn't find any words to say but she could tell that he was thinking of things that he wanted to express to her but was too shy to. She knew that he often guarded his true emotions when it came to expressing his deep down feelings and the secrets of his past; which he kept like a very precious treasure. A smile crossed the young woman's face as she said to him, “I know Father Nightroad. I know that you're glad to see that I'm alright this morning and I thank you for finding me.”

 

The priest looked at her with a relaxed smile.

Esther smiled at him sweetly but soon became serious again when the thoughts of last night returned to her like a kick to the head. The nun clasped her hands together and held them low as she thought about how she was going to word this question. Esther thought for a few seconds before looking at the priest straight in the eyes, “um, Abel? Are there other Kresniks besides you?” she asked timidly.

 

Abel's soft expression turned extremely serious as he replied in his infamous tone of voice that could even cause God himself to be running for the hills in fear, “why do you want to know?”

“Well a-a Kresnik saved me last night who looked a lot like you. In fact you two looked nearly identical,” she replied meekly.

 

The silver haired man's eyes widened before he demanded in a harsh tone, “was this person a male or a female?!”

 

Esther leapt in surprise at Abel's sudden demand, “It-it was a young woman!” she cried quietly.

 

Abel's expression turned from demanding to extremely uneasy.

 

“Are you alright Father?” Esther asked quietly.

 

The priest ignored her and left the room quickly. The nun stood there dumbfounded and unsure of what just happened. Meanwhile Abel walked to his room. His features showed that he was very disturbed and in denial, “could it be her? Could my daughter be here in Rome? No, she couldn't-she couldn't be here!” he internally argued with himself as he closed the bedroom door behind him. He leaned against the door and sighed sadly as old memories her sweet little face flashed in his mind. The priest then reached into the inside of his robe pocket and pulled out the only thing that he kept from his past. It was the pacifier that he once gave to his child for her fiftieth birthday (which would only put her at one year old in human years). Abel had the pacifier made in Katiya's favorite shade of purple with a little red heart in the middle, symbolizing, his love for her that would never-ever die.

“Perhaps, my little girl is here in Rome?” He reconciled with himself before he placed the pacifier back into his pocket and taking a deep breath. He sank to his knees and allowed the grief and the regret of leaving his only child behind when he came to Earth enslave him.

 

Elsewhere in Rome:

 

 

Syair gently unwrapped Katiya's wound and examined it, “well, it's starting to scab over Kati,” she smiled as she cleaned it with an antiseptic that burned like hell-fire.

Katiya hissed in pain.

Syair sighed, “This wound should've healed the day that you got it.”

“Cain gave me this mar and did something to hinder my body's natural ability to instantaneously heal,” replied the silver haired vacantly.

“Does it…”

“Yes, it does Syair, this wound still lingers regardless of what form I take. But as long as it's healing, I don't mind,” she replied.

The dark haired woman wrapped new bandages around her friend's wound before digressing, “Why did you remain with Cain when I found us our own place four years ago? You never gave me a straight answer when I asked you this before.”

“He's my uncle and what does it matter?” emitted the daughter of Abel as her friend tied off the new bandage.

“There's no need to get upset; I was just asking. Besides that's not the real reason is it?” replied Syair knowingly.

Her friend remained silent and looked away.

“Here's what I believe. You stayed with him because he resembles Abel and you hoped that the separation anxiety that's remained with you since your father left for this planet would cease completely. Am I right Katiya?” asked her friend.

“I'm not talking about it,” came Katiya's bitter reply.

“It still hurts doesn't it? Because when he left for this planet, you quit eating, you became socially detached, and, cried continuously, trust me I remember. Even after all these years you still have insomnia because of that…don't you?” asked the dark haired girl darkly.

“SYAIR THAT'S ENOUGH!” cried Abel's daughter in anger.

“You're going to have to come to terms with it someday,” replied her friend.

Katiya stood to her feet agitatedly and walked into the living room to see her adopted daughter, Talitha, who was coloring a picture in her coloring book and completely oblivious to the conversation that just took place.

Talitha looked up, “hi mommy,” she smiled, “Do you like the picture that I colored?” asked the six year old girl happily while showing Katiya the poorly colored picture.

She smiled sadly, “It looks wonderful. Good job.”

“Mommy what's wrong?” asked the little girl when she noticed her surrogate mother's sullen expression.

“I'm alright sweetie,” she replied softly.

“Really?” Talitha asked.

“Yes, I'll be fine. Would you like to go for ice-cream?” Katiya asked, slightly digressing from the subject.

The little human girl sat up, “would I?!”

“Well get your coat, we're leaving right away,” replied the silver haired woman quietly.

 

 

 

 

(To be continued in Chapter Three)