Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ chapter three ( Chapter 3 )

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

 

 

 

 

Chapter Three: Pain Of The Past

 

 

 

Back at the Vatican…

 

 

Abel remained in an upward fetal position as little tears fell from his eyes. He sniffled softly and once again revealed the pacifier from his pocket. The priest held it tightly hoping that it would alleviate the pain of his deeply wounded heart but instead it only caused his depression to augment.

“This is my punishment and I must atone for all my sins,” he mumbled sadly into his knees, “Oh God, why did you have to choose this punishment?!” he sobbed in despair.

The silver haired man inhaled a few shallow breaths as he began to feel the depression turn to lethargy. The temples in his head pounded from the on flowing tears and over load of painful evoked thoughts of his daughter.

 

“I miss her. I want my daughter back. Please Lord allow me to be reunited with her, if she really is here, in this city,” he pleaded against his drawled up knees.

 

Just then he succumbed to the depletion of his energy and collapsed on the floor, in a deep sleep. He began to dream instantaneously….

 

(Abel's dream):

 

Abel found himself standing in a barren field on Mars. Red sand swirled around him in the gentle breeze. Just then a single golden feather landed at his feet. The priest bent down and lifted it into his hand.

 

“You came!” cried a joyous and disembodied voice into the wind.

Abel recognized this voice and it made his heart race, he spun around and was confronted by a tall young woman with long flowing red hair. Her back was faced to him and, obviously, refused to reveal herself.

 

“I'm glad that you're here, Abel,” echoed her soft heavenly voice as she reached down and scooped a small handful of Mars sand into her fragile hand.

 

“Is it possible?!” gasped the silver haired man in disbelief, “are you…Hannah?!”

 

The red haired woman looked to the heavens, “I'm glad that you remembered me. Though there was a time when I thought that you forgot our love and the times that we shared, my dearest love,” she told him softly before letting the sand carry into the wind from her open palm.

 

“I could never forget you,” he replied in a soft tone of passion and loneliness.

 

Hannah sighed happily, “I'm glad,” she replied.

 

Abel looked upon the only woman that he ever loved with longing before falling to shame, “I'm sorry,” he said.

“For what?” she replied confused.

“I let you die,” he uttered in sorrow, “I couldn't save you just like I couldn't save Lilith.”

 

Hannah exhaled sadly before telling him, “There was nothing that you could do. Please don't blame yourself for my death it wasn't your fault; like leaving our daughter alone on the space craft when you were under strict orders to go to Earth and absolutely forbidden to take her with you because she wasn't considered old enough.”

 

The priest looked away in despair, “I miss her Hannah. I want our daughter back and I want to tell her that I'll never leave her again. She is truly the dearest love of my life and I want her to know that,” he whispered with tears flowing down his cheeks.

 

“Then tell her how you feel when you do reunite,” replied the red haired woman sweetly.

 

Abel's eyes widened at her remark, “Then it's definite? I will be able to see her again?”

“Yes. She is blood; your blood and my blood, your flesh and my flesh, Katiya is the manifestation of our love and that will always bind you to her. You two are destined to be reunited and live out your lives as you should of; as father and daughter.”

 

The priest's features relaxed.

 

“Don't despair anymore for what's been done, live in the moment and cherish what you've gained and what you still have, my love,” she told him softly.

 

He inhaled deeply with an eased smile, “perhaps you're right, my love,” he replied calmly.

 

Just then the wind unexpectedly picked up and blew violently, causing a thick curtain of red sand to cloud his vision.

“Hannah? Hannah?!” he called in desperation as he clawed through the unrelenting vail of red.

 

“Abel, it's time to wake up,” her voice came from within the wind…

 

Just then the priest found himself lying on the floor, awake, in his room. He sat up stiffly and looked around, feeling, incoherent but still painfully aware of the all too-realistic dream that he just experienced. Abel exhaled softly before painfully getting to his feet…

 

 

Elsewhere, at the ice-cream shop…

 

Katiya took a sip of her iced mocca and looked off into space. Talitha noticed this, “mommy?” she asked before taking another lick of her `moose tracks' ice-cream.

“Huh?” replied her mother, facing her.

“Are you sure that you're alright?” asked the little girl.

“Yes. I'm fine, just a little tired,” she replied with a sad smile.

“Maybe you should take a nap when we get home?” suggested Talitha with concern.

 

Kati sighed before taking another drink of her mocca, “hey sweetie?” she asked.

“Yes mommy?” replied the little girl quietly.

“Is it alright if you have Syair help you make dinner tonight? I think that I'm going to visit Uncle Cain; it's been awhile since I've seen him and I'm sure that he needs some errands ran,” she told her daughter vacantly.

“Um, sure mommy,” replied Talitha before finishing the last of her ice-cream cone.

“Alright then,” smiled the young adult softly before getting to her feet.

 

The little girl looked up at her, “are we going?” she asked, rising to her feet and throwing away her ice-cream cone wrapper.

 

Kati nodded, “we need to get home so I have enough time to pack a change of cloths and catch the last air ship to Byzantium today. Then hopefully I'll be able to catch the air ship leaving the Empire and to the small trading town close to the Rozenkreuz head quarters,” she told Talitha kindly.

 

“Oh, ok,” the six year old girl replied taking her mother's hand and following her out of the ice-cream parlor.

 

(To be continued in Chapter Four)