Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ chapter fourteen ( Chapter 14 )

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

Chapter Fourteen: Marrs Bar

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inside the Vatican:

 

 

Katiya turned to her cousin with a somewhat aloof expression, “I'm going to Marrs for some spirits,” she mumbled lowly before taking down a hall that she hoped would take her right to the exit of the Vatican.

 

Syair sighed sadly; knowing that her cousin was going to drink again in order to rid herself of her problems and her anger. The dark haired girl began to regret `tricking' her to come back; just to make Abel happy, “damn,” she mumbled before trying to decide which hallway to go down in order to get to Talitha's room…

 

Twenty minuets later:

 

The dark haired girl managed to find Talitha's room after getting some direction from a tall man with dark wavy hair; named Leon Garcia de Asturias.

 

“Where's mommy?” the little girl asked.

 

“She went out for a bit,” Cain's daughter replied.

 

The little girl sighed sadly.

 

Just then Abel Nightroad walked in with a worried expression, “Zilla where's Katiya?” he asked, “I can't find her anywhere; I have something to tell her.”

 

Talitha looked up and smiled, “hi grandpa,” she told him happily; knowing that he was her adopted mother's biological father.

 

The priest gave her an uneasy look before turning back to his niece, “Zilla…where is she?”

 

Syair turned to him, “she went to the bar, up the road,” she told him softly, “you better go and get her; knowing how she gets…”

The silver haired man's eyes widened as he thought the worst, “which bar?” he asked; knowing that there were two in the immediate area.

 

“Marrs,” she replied lowly and with contrite over tricking her cousin.

 

Her uncle nodded solemnly and left the room like a `bat out of Hell.'

 

 

At Marrs:

 

The silver haired youth placed herself at the bar counter, “hey bartender,” she called raising her hand, “Sex on the beach with the rocks,” she said.

 

The bartender pulled out a glass and shoveled ice into it before pouring a pinkish looking liquid into it from a bottle labeled: `SEX ON THE BEACH,' “here you go miss,” he replied, pushing the glass towards her.

 

“Thanks,” she mumbled before taking a drink of the liquor.

 

The bartender looked at her softly, “so…penny for your thoughts?” he asked solemnly as he began to shine a glass, “you look blue. Did your boyfriend stand you up? Why that would be a shame if he did; to a pretty young woman, such as yourself…” he added with a sigh.

 

Abel's daughter smiled slightly, “no, I don't have a boyfriend,” she replied.

 

“Really?! Why I thought that all the guys would be all over you. Why if I were fifteen years younger…” he pondered out loud with an up-lifted smile.

 

She chuckled softly, “I wasn't here yet…”

 

The old man's eyes widened, “a-are you a minor?!” he asked under his breath.

 

“Good God no, I'm twenty years old!” she replied with another drink of her `Sex On The Beach,' “see for yourself,” she told him as she threw him her ID card.

 

The bartender looked at it and it read (Note: all BUT her height, appearance, gender, and weight, is a lie! She was born in the year 2105 AD):

 

 

Katiya Asenath Nightrose

 

DOB: January, 20, 3050

 

Sex: Female

Height: 5ft 9in

 

Weight: 135 lbs

 

Hair color: solid silver with vague red streaks (framing face)

 

Eye color: lapis lazuli (blue)

 

 

 

The bartender sighed with relief, “good; the last thing that I need is to lose my liquor license and have to sell my bar because I served an under aged civilian.”

 

Katiya downed the rest of her alcohol, “don't worry sir, I am WELL over the legal drinking age,” she mumbled with emphasis before asking him for some `Vodka.'

 

 

 

On the streets of Rome:

 

 

Father Nightroad walked quickly towards the bar. A sad expression marked his face as he thought, “Is she still angry with me?” he turned the corner and entered the bar…

 

 

In the bar:

 

Abel scanned the dim room for his child until he noticed her slamming a shot of `vodka' at the bar counter. An unrelenting feeling of disappointment suddenly filled his body as he slowly approached her.

 

“Asenath what are you doing?!” he snapped quietly.

 

The silver haired girl turned to him, “I'm having a drink…why?” she replied vacantly; like it was no big deal.

 

He sat next to her and looked at her sadly, “why are you drinking?” he asked lowly; thinking that he might already know the answer.

 

Katiya turned back to the bartender, “two shots' of straight whiskey,” she told him.

 

“Right away,” replied the old man as he went to get the whiskey bottle from the back room.

“Katiya…tell me,” he demanded lowly.

 

She looked at him, “why do you act the way that you do?” she asked him softly, “you've changed a lot…it's like you've regressed back to childhood or something. It's disappointing…to see you act like that,” she mumbled.

 

The priest sighed sadly, “Katiya…I'm a sinner…” he told her.

 

“Oh, I know father, I got a tattoo labeling me as your daughter; the sinner,” she whispered, “but you already knew that…” she sighed, “But you're not alone, for I too am full of sin,” she added sweetly but with a faint tone of regret.

 

Father Abel gasped softly, “no-no you're not! You're not a sinner…” he told her in denial.

 

His daughter nodded, “yes I am father. I am a true sinner; I've killed thousands' just for mere kicks and giggles. I am a monster-a monster with a first class ticket to Hell,” she told him, “And I accept it,” she added.

 

Tears built in her father's eyes as he thought about his faults and what he could've done better to of kept his daughter from following down the `same' path that he did all those centuries ago, “You're not a sinner; no matter what you've done in your life,” he told her softly, “You will never be a sinner in my eyes…”

 

The bartender returned with a bottle of pre-aged whiskey and poured two shots' with it.

 

Katiya took a glass and looked at Abel, “would you like a shot?” she asked.

 

Abel took the remaining glass in his hand and nodded sadly.

 

They both shot down their whiskey at the same time…

 

 

(To Be Continued In Chapter Fifteen)