Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ chapter four ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Zaios

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

Chapter four: Cherry Blossoms

Back at the Vatican…

Abel moved to his bedroom window and gazed upon the day.

“Cherry blossoms are more beautiful when the blood of the dead stains the flowers from graves below,” he told himself; using Hannah's old morose term about being disappointed or guilty for an action that could never be changed but could be accepted and learned from.

He smiled slightly. Hannah was so much like Lilith in wisdom and kindness; perhaps that was why he fell for her? The priest sighed; he missed them both and despised Cain for murdering them.

Meanwhile…

Syair looked up from her book as Katiya and Talitha entered the room, “so how was your excursion?” she asked.

“It was fun,” replied the little girl as she went to hang her coat in the closet.

The dark haired woman smiled sweetly, “that's good,” she said before looking up at her cousin, “and you Katiya? Did you clear your head and calm your nerves?” she asked softly.

“Somewhat,” was her terse reply.

“Good. Which reminds me, your uncle, Skye, will be visiting us from Albion in a week, he says that he sends you his love and is looking forward to seeing you again,” Cain's daughter told her friend with a yawn.

Abel's daughter cracked her ribs, “alright then. I'll make sure to be back before then, “she told her cousin.

“Where are you going?” Syair asked.

“Where else?” she replied with a somewhat devious smile.

“Why did I ask? Are you going to force him to heal your wound?” asked her friend.

Katiya kept her devious expression, “something of the like,” she replied.

“Well then. Send him my regards of misfortune.”

“I was planning on it,” her cousin replied, meandering to her room to pack a change of cloths.

Syair resumed her attention to her book and laughed at a passage about a man getting struck by lightning for swearing to God.

Talitha followed her mother into her room and stood inside the door, “Can I help you pack?” she asked meekly.

“Sure. Can you please hand me my glasses? They're on the vanity in their case. God only knows that I'll need them to read the written language of the Empire and anything else that's in small print,” Kati sighed while stuffing a small black leather backpack with all her essentials for the trip.

“I wish that I had reading glasses like you. You look really pretty in them. Maybe you should wear them all the time for looks” the girl suggested while handing her surrogate mother her glasses.

“Glasses aren't all that they're cracked up to be. In fact they're a pain, that's why they stay in their case unless I really need them,” replied the silver haired woman while double checking her bag.

Talitha sighed, “Then may I try on your glasses instead?”

Katiya coughed and handed her child the glasses, “Alright but don't drop them,” she told the girl with a yawn.

The human held them in admiration; the frames were made of pure gold and embodied with little etches of cherry blossom petals and the lenses where slightly oval in shape which fit perfectly in the frame. She put them on and looked around the room, which appeared close up and slightly blurred. The child quickly removed the glasses and blinked her eyes repeatedly in an attempt to clear her vision. Her mother chuckled softly before taking her glasses back and glancing at the wall clock, “well it appears that I have thirty-eight minuets to get to the station,” she mumbled before grabbing her things and leaving the apartment…

Meanwhile at the Vatican:

Esther knocked softly on Abel's bedroom door, “Father Nightroad? Is it alright if I come in?” she asked timidly.

“The door's unlocked Esther, you may join me,” he replied from within.

The nun pushed the door open and entered, “are you feeling alright?” she asked full of concern.

The priest looked down, “I'm better, “he replied serenely.

The red haired girl smiled softly before falling subtle, “is it alright if I ask you what happened earlier? I-I know that it's none of my business but…I was worried about you,” she mumbled.

Abel faced the view, “Esther,” he began softly, “how would it make you feel to know that I have a daughter?” he asked solemnly.

The nun was shocked, “Father?!” she whispered.

“I haven't seen her in years but I often wonder how she's doing,” he told her before facing her with a frown.

“You never told me this, “replied the young woman in utter quandary; she couldn't believe that what she first thought about the girl who saved her was true.

“Now you know,” Abel sighed.

Esther approached him quietly and embraced him. The man was startled and said sheepishly; “I'm sorry that I walked out on you earlier.”

“It's ok Father Abel, you had a very important reason,” she whispered into his chest.

The priest sighed and patted her head softly, “perhaps,” he whispered.

The young woman held her embrace around him and listened to the beating of his strong heart in his chest. She smiled serenely; knowing that for as long as she had the privilege, she would remain with him and be his source of comfort.

Meanwhile:

“I need a last-minuet ticket to Byzantium,” Katiya told the receptionist.

“Alright miss, let me see if we have any available seats,” she replied as she typed furiously on her computer, “well you're in luck, we have two seats left; I'll put you in one,” she said.

“ok-great,” Abel's daughter replied, biting her nails.

“Now all's I need is your name and for you to fill out this form,” the receptionist told her before handing her a small info sheet to fill out.

The silver haired girl took the form from the woman and filled it out right there.

“My name is Katiya Asenath Nightrose,” she told the woman while pushing the form back to her.

The woman looked it over, “Alright, I'll have your ticket ready shortly. Please wait over there miss Nightroad,” she smiled.

“Um, my last name isn't Nightroad, its Nightrose,” Abel's daughter told her.

“Oh. Night-ROSE! I apologize, I'll make the correction right away,” she said.

The young adult nodded before going to bench. Less than five minuets later, the receptionist called her back to the counter.

“Here's you ticket miss. I'm sure that I have the correct information,” she told Katiya.

Katiya took out her glasses and looked it over. It read:

FLIGHT #: 1223

SEAT #: AB2

PASSANGER: KATIYA ASENATH NIGHTROSE

SEX: FEMALE

HAIR COLOR: SOLID SIVER (WITH VERY VAUGE RED STREAKS FRAMING HER FACE)

EYE COLOR: BLUE

HEIGHT: 5'9”

WEIGHT: 135 LBS

FLIGHT DEPARTURE TIME: 12:50 PM

FLIGHT ARRIVAL TIME: 5:00 PM

“The information looks correct thank you, “she told the woman before taking the ticket and going to board the air ship.

“Have a good flight!” she called after her.

Once aboard, Katiya found her seat and sat down next to a young girl reading a brochure. The silver haired girl removed her glasses and slipped them in their case before laying back for the long ride.

“Long time, no see Asenath,” the little girl told her.

Kati looked over at her and to her surprise there was Seth gawking at her, “you have got to be fucking shitting me,” she thought to herself in disbelief.

“My-my why such a flushed face?” Seth grinned playfully.

The young woman took out a cigar and lit it; trying to calm herself from this ultimate act of chance.

The dark haired girl glared, “hey now Asenath! When did you pick up such a dirty habit?! Abel wouldn't be happy to know that his only child smokes,” she spat in disgust.

“I don't smoke on a regular basis, just when I need to calm myself,” her niece replied in utter disbelief.

Abel's little sister crossed her arms over her chest, “well put that thing out! I'm not going to tolerate it! Come on now I want to talk-it's literally been ages since I've seen you,” scolded the child-like woman.

Katiya took the cigar out of her mouth and put it out on her open palm. Seth smiled, “good now let's talk,” she told her.

“What is there to really talk about Seth?” Katiya asked with a yawn.

“A lot of things like `how have you been doing' or `wow I'm really happy to see you' or maybe even, `I missed you aunt Seth please tell what you've been doing with yourself'!” Abel's sister said.

The silver haired girl eyed her aunt oddly, “you're still an ignoramus,” she told Seth vacantly.

“WHAT?! How can you say something like that Asenath?!” cried the child-like lady.

“Will you please stop calling me `Asenath'? It's really getting on my nerves!”

“Well `Asenath' is your proper name so I'm sorry but I can't oblige you,” Seth told her with a coy look.

Katiya glared and grumbled to herself before closing her eyes, in a futile attempt, to catch a few `Z's'.

Seth looked away and resumed to reading her brochure, “have a good sleep Asenath,” she told her niece before the slight jilt of the air ship taking to the sky shook the cabin.

The silver haired girl sighed with half opened eyes. She knew that this was going to be a bumpy ride and Hell would have to freeze over ten billion times before she could say that this was the best day that she's had in a long time.

The air ship took off in the direction of Byzantium without any tribulations.

(To be continued in Chapter five)