Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ chapter six ( Chapter 6 )

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

 

Chapter Six: Bloody Fingers And The Orden

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile:

 

Father Hugue gently placed Talitha on the dorm cot in his room and gently removed her shoes and socks to expose her largely swollen ankle. The child sniffled softly but said nothing.

 

Just then Sister Esther entered to the room with a medical kit, “I'll take it from her Father Hugue. Thank you,” she told the priest softly.

 

Sword Dancer nodded and left the room without a word.

 

“Who are you?!” Talitha asked timidly.

“I'm Sister Esther Blanchette. Don't worry I'm here to help you,” the young woman told the child as she knelt down to clean her scraps with an antiseptic.

 

“I'm Talitha Nightlord; Katiya Nightlord's adopted daughter,” the little girl hissed as the nun gently dabbed her scraps with rubbing alcohol.

 

“OH! I'M SORRY-I DIDN'T MEAN TO HURT YOU!” the nun gasped.

 

The little girl groaned softly, “Its ok…it only stings for a little bit,” she whispered.

 

 

 

“So what was your name again sweetie? I'm sorry I wasn't listening,” Esther smiled sweetly.

 

“Talitha Nightlord,” the child replied as Esther placed Band-Aids on her inflictions.

 

“That's a pretty name,” the young adult smiled as she went to attend to her sprain.

 

“OUCH!” Talitha gasped painfully as the nun gently touched her swell.

 

“Sorry…” Esther sighed sadly, “I'll try to make this quick.”

 

“Don't worry about it, miss,” the child replied with a stifled inhale.

 

“So, um, what happened?”

 

“Some man shoved me in the street when he was running,” Talitha yawned.

 

The nun exhaled softly as she began to wrap the girl's ankle in temporary bandages, “I'm sorry to hear that,” she mumbled.

 

The child's eyes turned to the opened door and to her utter surprise she saw Abel Nightroad standing within the doorway sadly. The girl gasped in disbelief, “mommy?!” she shouted impulsively.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Wha'?” Abel replied confused.

 

Esther looked over her shoulder at him, “why Father Nightroad, I'm so glad that you've decided to come,” she smiled happily.

 

“Father Nightroad? He's a guy?! Oh I'm sorry I thought that you were my mommy at first. You kind of look like her,” the child blushed in embarrassment.

 

Abel remained reticent and sighed before walking up to them, “How is it Esther?” he asked quietly.

 

“It looks ok, it's just a sprain,” the nun replied as she finished tying off the bandage, “Oh by the way, this is Talitha Nightlord,” Esther added happily.

 

The priest's eyes widened as he met the gaze of the child. He didn't recognize her and he could sense that she was a full-blooded human, “why does she have my true last name?” he thought to himself before asking the girl, “Who are your parents'?”

 

“Huh? My real parents are dead; they were killed by a Vampire two years ago when I was only four. My adopted mommy is named Katiya Nightlord,” she replied meekly.

 

The man gasped in disbelief,” WHAT WAS HER NAME AGAIN?!” he demanded in a very intimidating and desperate tone.

 

Talitha jumped in fright, “Her-her name is Katiya; Katiya Asenath Nightlord!” she cried.

 

 

 

 

 

Abel bit his lower lip as his eyes became as wide as saucer plates, “where is she?” he asked in a trembling voice.

 

“Um…she-she went to-to the Vampire Empire today…” the child trembled, “she should be back in a couple days,” she whispered quietly in fear.

 

The silver haired priest sighed and regained his temper, “I apologies,” he told the child softly before leaving the room.

 

Talitha was still shaking in fright when she turned to Esther; who looked very-very flushed and also quite frightened by Father Nightroad's outburst.

 

 

On the airship to Byzantium:

 

 

“Attention passengers. We will be approaching the Lapis Lazuli wall of the Methuselah Empire in less than two in a half hours from now, please continue to enjoy your flight,” the pilot said over the intercom.

 

Katiya turned the page in her book and continued reading without a care in the world until the stewardess came into the cabin with a tea cart. The silver haired woman removed her glasses and closed her book as she raised her hand to get the flight attendant's attention.

 

“Yes miss?” the stewardess asked softly with a coy smile.

 

“I would like a cup of chamomile tea with fourteen sugars please,” Katiya smiled.

 

 

 

The woman blinked, “did you say fourteen sugars?” she asked in disbelief.

 

The silver haired girl nodded, “is that a problem?” she replied with a yawn.

 

“Huh? N-No there's nothing wrong with that at all; I just never heard of someone requesting so much sugar for their tea,” the flight attendant smiled nervously.

 

“Good then,” Abel's daughter replied vacantly.

The flight attendant poured Katiya her tea and dropped fourteen sugars in the liquid before leaving to serve another passenger.

 

Seth looked at her as she sipped her tea, “I guess that you really do live up to your name, Asenath,” she winked.

 

“What are you talking about Seth?” Her niece replied as she blew on her tea before taking another sip.

 

“Abel always had a fancy for having fourteen sugars in his tea,” she smiled happily.

 

“Well where do you think that I got it from? My father always let me sit on his lap and drink his tea with him from the time that I was a toddler up until he left,” she replied blankly with a small gulp of the hot liquid.

 

Abel's sister sniffled, “Yeah, I guess that you're right,” she chuckled.

 

“Damn straight,” Katiya mumbled softly with another drink of her tea.

 

 

 

“It's still quite surprising in how much you turned out to look like him; sure there are some differences but you could honestly be considered his female counter-part when it comes to looks,” Seth told her with a wink.

 

Her niece chuckled, “don't flatter me,” she told her before brushing a silver strand of hair from her face.

 

“I'm not flattering you; it's true,” the dark haired girl replied with a yawn.

 

Kati took the last drink of her tea and groaned slightly before calling the stewardess back to take the cup…

 

 

In Rome:

 

 

Abel Nightroad left the Vatican to clear his head. He knew that he shouldn't have answered Esther's question about his past because he was well aware that it would make his pain resurface ten-fold and what the child just told him didn't alleviate his angst any.

 

The priest walked in a depressing demeanor as he headed to the little roadside café about two blocks from the Vatican. Upon arriving he placed himself at an outside table and waited to be served. As he waited he noticed a little girl with long blonde hair sitting on the lap of what appeared to be her father drinking their tea. His expression sunk as he began to reminisce…

 

 

(Flashback: On the Mars Base three hundred and fifty Earth years ago…)

 

Abel Nightlord sat at the large dinning table over-looking the barren, red waste land of Mars, sipping his tea relaxingly as he heard soft footsteps running toward him. He brushed back some of his soft shoulder length silver hair behind his ear and looked over his shoulder to see his little daughter coming toward him; dragging her Paddington stuffed bear behind her with a big grin on her face.

The silver haired youth smiled at the little girl and held out his hands, “hi Katiya-how's my little girl today?”

 

“Hi apa!” she smiled; using the Hungarian term for `father.'

 

He lifted her into his arms and placed her on his lap gently before grabbing his tea cup again and blowing on the liquid, “would you like a drink?” he cooed softly.

 

“Yes-Yes-Please!” the child replied happily.

 

Abel held the cup up to his daughter's lips and allowed her to take a drink, “how does it taste?” he asked sweetly.

 

“Really good; thank you apa!” she smiled.

 

He kissed her on the head gently, “I love you sweetie,” he told her softly.

 

The toddler laughed in glee, “I love you too apa!”

 

 

(End of flashback…)

 

 

Abel was brought out of his flashback by a waiter asking him what he wanted to order.

 

“Huh? Oh I'll have some chamomile tea with fourteen sugars,” he replied quietly.

 

The waiter nodded, “I'll have it out shortly,” he told the priest before going to place the order.

 

 

(To Be Continued In Chapter Seven)