Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ chapter thirteen ( Chapter 13 )

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

Chapter Thirteen: Return Of The Gracious One

 

 

 

 

 

 

Later that night: At a hidden crypt:

 

A silent and elusive shadow move throughout the dark; his foot steps were silenced by the gentle breeze and the howl of coyotes in the distance. The moon shined bright upon him as he came to a wall with strange cryptic letters.

 

“The Gracious One…” was all that he could make out of the strange language. He hesitated before placing his hand on the door switch above the strange message.

 

“PASSWORD…REQUIRED…. 221; Came a computer animated voice from the switch.

 

The man thought back to the information that the strange man, who gave him this request, told him before he departed to carry this out…

 

“Núll (0), Núll (0), Þrettán (13), Fimm (5), Sex (6), Ellefu (11), Sautján (17), Tuttugu (20), Átján (18), Átján (18), Núll (0), Tuttugu (20)…” he recited out loud to the computer.

 

“PROCESSING….PROCESSING…..ACCESS&# 8230;.ACCEPTED; WELCOME KRESNIK 01…..” it replied before sliding open the hidden door to the crypt.

 

The shadowed figure moved down the torch lit hall until he came to a large archway; leading into a grand glass greenhouse crypt. The necromancer's eyes widened in amazement as he looked around the moon lit, underground, mausoleum, which in his opinion, looked more like an indoor meadow than a crypt, which was complete with a circulating mote, filled with living fish, and an ivory bridge, leading to the small island, where the shine and urn stood, under a lonely cherry-blossom tree. He gathered himself as he cautiously walked across the bridge, up to the shrine where the highly elaborated urn was placed upon it, under a glass bell. He hesitated and thought back to the strange blonde, man's request before he reached for the ashes and told himself, “that strange man, Contra Mundi, requested this…he wants his lover to be revived…” he gulp as he grabbed the glass bell and began to lift it off the urn….

 

 

 

Meanwhile: At the Vatican:

 

 

Katiya lit a cigar and exhaled the smoke into the air. She couldn't believe how much her father had changed since they last lived together and it honestly disappointed her. The silver haired woman took another inhalation of her `Cheyanne,' as she stared blankly into the night sky.

 

Just then she was joined by William Walter Wordsworth (a.k.a Professor) of the Vatican's AX agency. Abel's daughter exhaled the smoke and sighed softly.

 

“Why, Abel, I had no idea that you smoked,” he told her; thinking that she was actually her father.

 

The young adult turned to face him. William's eyes widened in embarrassment, “why you're not Father Abel, I apologize for mistaking you for one of the priests' here,” he told her softly, “Please allow me to introduce myself,” he added, “I'm William Walter Wordsworth; and you are?” he asked.

 

“Katiya Asenath Nightrose; Abel Nightroad's daughter,” she replied, shaking his hand gently before finishing her little cigar and throwing it over the balcony; into the gardens.

 

He looked at her in amazement, “I had no idea that Abel had a daughter, but yet, he's one who's always been known to keep his personal affairs to himself,” he told her, “But I see that the resemblance between you and him is quite uncanny; so I know that you're telling the truth,” he added with a puff of his pipe.

 

Katiya looked out into the garden with a sigh.

 

“So what brings you here?” asked the professor as he took another puff off his pipe.

 

“My daughter was brought here a couple days ago, or so, with a sprained ankle and some scrapes,” she replied lowly, “she's being taken care of by this red haired nun, named…Esther. In fact, I just came, from seeing them, to have a cigar,” she yawned before adding, “And my younger cousin's also here; being treated for silver gunshot wounds…”

 

“Oh…yeah, I remember that,” he replied, “she broke in here and killed one of our quire boys before she took off down the hall to save that little girl of yours,” he added.

 

 

Katiya sighed before digressing, “I'm just here because I was tricked by my cousin to return to Rome from Byzantium on an exaggeration that Talitha was hurt,” she told him subtly, “I ended up meeting my father at our apartment and he brought me here to the Vatican earlier this morning.”

 

“Oh,” he remarked, “So where is Abel?” he asked.

 

“I think that he went back to speak with the Cardinal and to keep trying to persuade her to let me live here with him,” she mumbled quietly, “he's really gotten immature since we last lived together,” she yawned and chuckled, “Have you seen him eat?! I can't believe that he's the same person who taught me proper table etiquette when I was learning how to eat on my own as a young-young girl,” she sighed sadly, “he taught me how to hold a knife and fork and how to eat slowly and with respect but I guess that, that part of my father's dead now,” she sniffled sadly, “now he eats like a starving ass and it's embarrassing to me.”

 

 

“Well everyone changes throughout the years…” he told her, “Anyways just be happy that he's still here for you even if he does appear to be childish and a starving ass,” he chuckled softly and took another puff off his pipe, “well so long…Katiya,” he told her before walking down the balcony hall and into a room.

 

The silver haired woman sighed as the professor's words repeated itself in her thoughts: “just be happy that he's still here for you even if he does appear to be childish and a starving ass…”

 

 

Meanwhile in Lady Sforza's chambers:

 

 

Lady Caterina looked at Abel Nightroad aloofly, “Abel…” she began, “I have made my decision on allowing your daughter to reside here…”

 

“Oh?!” he smiled.

 

The Duchess of Milan sighed, “Though I was going to ponder this subject and give you an answer later this week…I have decided to condone it…” she told him, “I allow your daughter to live here with you…”

 

 

“R-REALLY?! OH MY GOODNESS THANK YOU-THANK YOU SOOO MUCH,” he cried happily, “This is the happiest day of my life! I'm going to tell her right now!” he laughed before leaving the room quickly.

 

 

 

 

Back on the balcony; Out-looking the Vatican's garden:

 

 

 

 

Katiya looked over her shoulder to see Syair coming towards her.

 

 

“Hey Kati,” the dark haired woman told her older cousin softly.

 

“How's the wounds'?” the silver haired girl mumbled.

 

“They've healed…” she replied vacantly.

 

Abel's daughter nodded slightly, “I forgot to ask you this but…why did you lie to me?” she asked lowly.

 

“It was the only thing that I could think of that would make you come home without thought. Also I didn't lie; Talitha was hurt, I just exaggerated the situation,” Cain's daughter remarked.

 

“That's for damn sure,” she emitted.

 

Her cousin sighed and brushed a lock of her pitch black hair behind her ear and looked down at Katiya's arm, “I see that you convinced Cain to heal your wound,” she mumbled.

 

“Yes…”she murmured before turning away and walking back into the Vatican.

 

 

Abel's niece exhaled lowly before following her inside….

 

 

 

(To Be Continued In Chapter Fourteen)