Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ chapter seven ( Chapter 7 )

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

Chapter Seven: Dominion

 

 

 

 

 

 

The silver haired man closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as he waited for his tea to be served.

 

 

Back at the Vatican:

 

 

Talitha inhaled and shuddered, “that was really scary; what was wrong with that guy?” she asked Esther who remained startled.

 

“Huh? Oh please don't take it to heart; Father Nightroad is actually a really kind man,” she replied before doubled checking the child's bandages.

 

“Um, Miss Esther, if it's not much of a bother, can you please get me some chocolate milk? I'm really thirsty,” the child asked, forgetting Abel's outburst.

 

The young woman looked up, “sure; just make sure not to move ok?” she replied before leaving the room.

 

The child looked around the room with a smile.

 

Meanwhile at the café:

 

 

“Here you are sir,” the waiter told Abel as he placed the tea before him.

 

“Thank you,” he replied sadly before taking a drink.

 

The waiter placed the bill on the table and left to attend another customer.

 

The priest pulled the cup from his mouth and gazed at his tea before falling into another flashback…

 

 

 

(Flashback: On the Space ship;the night before Abel was sent to Earth…)

 

 

Abel gazed upon the view of Earth with a sullen expression, he knew that in only twelve more hours he would be going there and never coming back.

 

“Father what's wrong?” came his daughter's little high pitched voice as she approached him.

 

“Oh Katiya; I didn't realize that you were here,” he replied kneeling.

 

“Do you know what tomorrow is?” the child asked happily.

“Your birthday,” he smiled sadly.

 

“Yup I'll be five in human years!” she laughed.

 

Tears built in his eyes, “yeah you will be,” he whispered sadly; pulling his only child into his embrace.

 

The child frowned and could clearly sense that something was wrong, “what's wrong father?” she asked softly.

 

“Promise me that you'll always be a good girl and never make the mistakes that I have. I love Katiya-I love you more than life itself,” he uttered with a stifled sob.

 

“F-father?” she sobbed; unable to understand or make sense of this situation.

 

(End of flashback…)

 

 

 

Back at the Vatican:

 

 

 

“Here you go,” the nun told the child while handing her a tall glass of chocolate milk.

 

“Thank you Miss Esther,” Talitha replied with a grin before taking a big drink of the liquid.

 

“You're welcome but please call me `Esther' or `Sister Esther',” she told the child with a smile.

 

“Ok M-Sister Esther,” the girl winked before nearly finishing her milk.

 

“So you said that your adopted mother's name is `Katiya' right? What is she like?” Esther asked.

 

Talitha placed the empty glass on the nightstand and cleared her throat, “Katiya is a wonderful and loving mother despite that she's not human; she's an angel with black wings and glowing red eyes who drinks Vampire blood. She was the one saved me from the Vampire who killed my real parents…”

 

 

(Flashback: Barcelona;two years ago…)

 

 

“AHHHHH!!!!” echoed Talitha's scream throughout the dark city as she witness her parents' slaughter by an insane Methuselah.

 

Blood splashed all over the place and onto the young child's face. The child trembled in fear as she cowered into a ball, “m-m-mommy! D-daddy!” she cried in fright.

 

The Vampire grinned hungrily and licked her lips, “Your blood is so intoxicating,” she hissed happily, “I'm going to eat you up and I'm going to love the taste of your virgin blood!” the Methuselah laughed insanely.

 

“Please-please don't hurt me!” Talitha sobbed as she trembled.

The Methuselah threw back her head and laughed insanely as blood and drool dripped from her fangs, “ come now don't be shy, play with me in a deadly embrace!” she hissed sadistically as she slowly staggered toward her.

 

Just then an empty beer can struck the Vampire up-side the head. The Methuselah spun around to face a strange looking creature with black angel wings and glowing red eyes that burned like little coals of brimstone.

 

“Well now what in the hell are you?” the vampire grinned sardonically with a crazed chuckle.

 

The Kresnik gazed upon the insane Vampire with contempt and hunger, “what in the hell am I?!” she grinned darkly, “why…I'm a Vampire,” she told her before lashing out her massive barbed whip, “I am a Vampire that feeds on Vampires,” she laughed before cracking her whip at her side, “and I want to play…”

 

The Methuselah placed her hands on her hips, “a Vampire that feeds on Vampires? There's no such thing!” she laughed while licking away the saliva from her mouth and crouching into a lunging position, “I'll devour you just like I'll devour that little Terran,” she grinned.

 

The demonic looking `angel' barred her fangs in a very supercilious manner before telling the insane Methuselah, “my-my you speak with such valor but compared to me you're nothing but a lowly blood thirsty beast.”

 

She slashed her wrist against her fangs and poured her blood onto her weapon before speaking in tongues (ancient Assyrian).

 

Her whip split into a copy of itself and flew into her hand, “If you insist on fighting then I won't deny you,” the Kresnik told the maniacal Vampire while criss-cross twirling her whips in front of herself like a dominatrix.

 

Talitha stared the two adversaries down in trepidation and was preparing to see a massive `cat-fight' between these two creatures.

 

Just then the Methuselah lunged at the Kresnik and managed to graze her exposed chest with a side-swipe. Blood spurted from the infliction but; healed instantly without any sign of the wound ever being there.

 

“Is that honestly the best that you can do?” the demonic `angel' teased in disdain, “that wasn't even a flesh wound,” she smiled before twirling her whips again.

 

The blood-crazed `child of the night' came back at her for another attack but to the Vampire's utter surprise her `angelic' opponent seized her around the wrists and ankles with her weapons and yanked her violently to the ground.

 

“Get up,” the Kresnik hissed as she yanked her whips back into her hands.

 

The Methuselah forced herself to her torn ankles and stood weakly as her blood began to form a large pool around her.

 

Her adversary gazed at the crimson puddle with gluttony before `calling' it to her to be absorbed. The Vampire trembled with the last vestiges of her strength and the Kresnik literally `drank' her dry from a distance.

 

The human child gasped in shock as the vampire hit the ground, dead, with a `thud.' Talitha trembled as the victor came towards her.

 

“Don't be afraid; I'm here to help you,” she told her softly while reaching out her hand.

 

The child screamed and slapped it away. The Kresnik stared blankly at her hand and elongated black nails, “I guess that I do look scary huh? Would you like me to take a form that's more appeasing?” she asked quietly.

 

The child trembled in her cowering position.

“Here I'll take my human form,” the Kresnik told her before transforming into a beautiful young woman with flowing silver trestles, “how's that?” she asked softly.

 

The brown haired child gazed upon her with her honey-suckle eyes in surprise before embracing her tight, “my mommy and daddy; they're dead!” she cried into the young woman's torso.

 

The woman sighed sadly, “then how about you stay with me? I'll be your mother?” she asked before patting the child's head gently.

 

(End of flashback)

 

 

Esther gazed at the child in surprise, “wow,” she remarked.

 

“Yup that's the story. Though I did live with her cousin for awhile too when my mommy decided to stay with her uncle at his place up until just a couple weeks ago,” the child yawned while looking at her bandages.

 

 

Meanwhile at the café:

 

 

Abel took the last gulp of his tea and left the two dollars on the table for the bill before walking away. As he took down the street he saw another child being pulled away from his mother as she was getting into a taxi cab. Tears built in his eyes as he began to remember that dreadful and unforgiving day of his life…

 

(Flashback: The day that Abel left for Earth)

 

Abel ran the brush through his child's hair before putting it in a French-braid. He knew that this was the last time that he was able to do this. The silver haired man kissed the back of his daughter's head and snuggled her, “happy birthday my child,” he uttered sadly with a choked inhale.

 

“Father what's wrong?” she asked sadly, “you won't tell me,” she added with a frown.

Able wiped a tear from his eye and kissed her again, “don't worry about it; not right now. I'll be alright,” he sniffled.

 

His daughter sighed and let her father tie off her hair.

 

Two hours later…

 

Abel embraced the little girl tightly, “I love you Katiya,” he whispered against her hair.

 

“I love you too father,” she replied sweetly with a small kiss on his neck.

 

He gently pushed her away as he prepared to tell her the unthinkable, “I-I have to go now Katiya…” he mumbled.

 

“Go? Go where?!” she asked confused.

 

Her father looked away in shame and sadness, “always remember that I love you and that you'll always be the most important thing in my life,” he uttered before turning a heel and walking away toward the launching room with tears streaming down his face by the gallons.

 

“Father?! FATHER! Where are you going?! Don't leave me alone-don't leave me!!” his child cried in despair as she ran up and snatched his hand.

 

He spun around, “Asenath! You're being selfish-stop and stay here!” he snapped with a stifled exhale, “just stay here and be a good girl,” he sobbed before pulling his hand out of her grasp and walking away; leaving his child to stand alone crying hysterically in the dark hallway…

 

(End of flashback…)

 

 

(To be continued in Chapter Eight)