Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ chapter five ( Chapter 5 )

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

 

Chapter Five: The girl with the sprain

 

 

 

 

Back at the apartment:

 

Talitha exited Katiya's room and gazed upon Syair, who was totally engrossed in her reading.

“Yes Talitha?” she asked, feeling the child's piercing gaze upon her.

“I was wondering if it's ok if I go to the park up the road?” replied the human girl meekly.

 

Cain's daughter turned the page in her book and chuckled softly before giving the child permission.

 

The little girl was over joyed and thanked her surrogate aunt before leaving the apartment and scrambling down the stairs to the outside world. Once outside the girl gazed upon the lapis lazuli sky and ran full speed to the park without a care in the world…

 

At the Vatican:

 

Abel sat on the edge of his bed as Esther stood before him quietly; many thoughts and questions ran through the young woman's head as she tried to decide whether to ask the priest the inevitable or to just remain reticent about the whole thing. She bit her lower lip and decided to go against her better judgment and ask him some of these festering questions about his past and about his child.

 

“Father Nightroad?” she began softly as she cupped her hands in front of her, “I-I know that you're very restraint in your affection towards others and you seem to become sheepish towards anyone who tries to become too close to you. Is there a reason, involving your daughter, why you're like this?” she asked kindly.

The priest sighed and told her softly, “Esther…there are many things in my past that I'm not proud of and I don't like to talk about them. However I will oblige you this once and be veracious to your question. Though I will admit that what I am about to tell you is a very uneasy subject for me and I would like you to promise me that you'll keep this information strictly confidential,” he gave the young nun a serious and unfaltering expression that chilled her right to the bone.

 

She nodded timidly, “yes-I promise Father,” she whispered.

 

Abel leaned foreword and sniffled softly before he began; “I loved my daughter; she was my greatest treasure and accomplishment. She alone possessed my legacy,” he slightly digressed, “There was a time when I was a very different person from what I am now; I was very antagonistic and very cruel with a low opinion on humanity. But once I found out that my beloved had become pregnant with my child; I was determined to change and with a little encouragement from my mother; I managed to become a better person. Though the days that followed after the birth of my child; I was forced to learn that my beloved had been murdered by my twin brother,” he began to sob before he continued; “I was forced to raise my child alone without much assistance because my mother was also murdered by him only a few weeks later; the brother of my beloved and my sister tried to help in the best way that they could but they were very young-younger than what I was at the time,” he took in a stifled breath before resuming, “But I was very determined to give her the best life that I could on my own,” he sniffled and whipped away a tear from his eye, “Unsurprisingly, that ended in failure when I was forced to leave her to come to this country. I am disappointed in myself for leaving her alone and at such a young age; she was only a young child, no older than four or five when I betrayed myself and left her,” he uttered in despair, “This is the reason why I…” he fell silent and inhaled deeply.

 

Esther could clearly feel the sadness fervent from her beloved friend and this threw her into a guilt spiral. She sat beside him and placed her hand on his shoulder with a slight hesitation. Abel gazed upon her softly with moist eyes and did the unthinkable; he laid his head on her shoulder.

 

The red haired woman was very surprised by this semi-intimate gesture but she knew that he only desired deep comfort and needed her alleviation. The young lady laid her head gently upon his and stroked his pony tail lovingly, “I'm here-I'm here Father and I will never leave you,” she mumbled sweetly.

 

“I love you Esther,” he told her softly before closing his eyes.

 

The young woman's eyes widened in disbelief; she couldn't believe that Abel just told her that he loved her but she knew the possible reason, why he just bluntly acknowledged that.

 

“It'll be alright,” she whispered before placing a small kiss upon his head.

 

 

Meanwhile in Rome's park:

 

 

The little girl smiled as she gazed upon the carp swimming in the park pond, “oh I wish that I had some money to feed them,” she told herself before glancing at the fish food dispenser; parallel to her.

 

Just then a tall man in a cloak walked up to it and dispensed a few coins for a large handful of fish pellets. He approached Talitha silently and told her to hold out her hands. The child gazed upon this mysterious man nervously but did as he instructed. The cloaked figure dropped the pellets in her frail little hands before leaving her to stand momentarily bewildered, “Hey Mr. what's your name?” she called to him after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“Sword Dancer,” came his dark and laconic answer before falling within the crowd of tourists.

 

“Sword Dancer?” she thought to herself, “that's a funny name,” she smiled before dispersing the fish food into the water and watching the carp descend upon it with gluttony…

 

Two hours later:

Talitha decided to head back to the apartment to see if her aunt was cooking dinner without her. As she headed out of the park a random man, with a purse, sprinted past her and shoved her into the street. The child sat up, feeling, shaken and momentarily confused before being slammed with immense pain and the realization that she had scrapped knees and had unwittingly sprained her ankle when she was pushed. Tears built within her eyes as she mentally tried to win a losing battle with herself.

 

“Don't cry-don't cry,” the child told herself before screaming in agony.

 

Many prospectors looked on from afar but did nothing to help. Just then as if by an act of misfortune a car came around the corner and was coming toward her at full speed. Talitha gasped and closed her eyes; as she waited for her fate but to her utter surprise she momentarily felt up-lifted and carried to safety. Upon opening her eyes to see if she really was safe; she found herself on the opposite side of the road; within the arms of the cloaked figure; `Sword Dancer.' The little girl sniffled and trembled within his grasp, “thank you!” she cried, hugging him around the neck.

“You're ankle is sprained; I'll take you to the Vatican,” he mumbled.

“The Vatican?!” she gasped as Hugue slowly carried her away from the scene…

 

On the airship:

 

 

Katiya sat up from her seat and took out a small book from her backpack called, “The Conma Sutra.” She slipped on her glasses before flipping it open and reading away.

 

Seth glanced over, “What are you reading?” she asked.

 

“The Conma Sutra,” she replied.

“May I take a look?” asked the dark haired girl.

 

The silver haired girl handed her the book and to Seth's horror; she was confronted with a photo of a woman performing fellatio on a man and the man performing cunnilingus on the woman. Her eyes became cross in disgust and shock, “first I find out that you smoke; now I discover that you read pornography! What is wrong with you?!” she remarked in disdain.

“Nothing is wrong with me. The `Conma Sutra' is the very first book published on sexual intercourse and how to perfect its numerous methods to reach a faster and more enjoyable orgasm,” her niece replied without a hint of care.

 

“Why do you have something like this Asenath? Have you been out trying to `perfect' these methods on anyone?!” Abel's sister snapped in disgust.

“Now-now let's not get into my personal affairs, besides I think that you're making an unnecessary issue out of this. Now if you'd just kindly return my book to me so I could continue reading; we'll remain on good terms,” she smiled softly while holding out her hand.

 

The child-like woman glared before relinquishing the book to Katiya.

“Thank you,” she told her aunt calmly before resuming her reading.

 

 

At the Vatican:

 

 

“Sister Esther, Father Hugue has brought a young girl here with an injury that needs your immediate attention,” Sister Kate called over the intercom.

 

“Oh dear,” The nun sighed before getting up, “Father Nightroad I…”

 

“It's alright Esther, I'll be fine, go and attend to the child,” he mumbled with a sniffle.

 

The nun frowned, “why don't you come with me?” she asked softly, “I can't just let you sit in here alone with your sorrows.”

 

The silver haired man shook his head, “I don't think so Esther. I am not in the position to reveal myself yet,” he replied softly.

 

The young woman nodded and took a respectful bow, “alright Father, then I won't force you to come,” she mumbled before leaving the room quickly.

 

(To Be Continued In Chapter Six)