Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ chapter fifteen ( Chapter 15 )

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

Chapter Fifteen: Rouge

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Abel coughed as the whiskey burned its way down his throat. Kati looked at him vacantly before turning to the bar tender, “two captains',” she told him, “make it spiced,” she added.

 

The old man pulled out a bottle of `CAPTAIN MORGAN: SPICED RUM,' from under the counter and was about to pour two more shots' when Father Nightroad stopped him, “no more,” he told him.

 

His daughter looked at him with `puppy-dog' eyes; knowing that he was never able to resist them when she was really little, “please father, just one more shot,” she begged sweetly.

 

He sighed; knowing that he always was somewhat of a passive parent and often indulgent to a fault, “alright,” he mumbled with mild disapproval, “but after this we're leaving and we're going to have a long talk.”

 

She nodded distantly before looking at the bar host, “two spiced Captains,” she murmured.

 

The man obeyed and poured the shots.

 

The silver haired girl took the shots and handed one to the priest, he rejected it, “no more,” he said. The young adult shrugged and gulped them both down before shuttering with a painful hiss and a low exhale as the rum scorched her throat on its way down, “I haven't done that in two years,” she remarked with a cough.

 

The priest frowned, “let's go,” he told her, getting to his feet.

 

Katiya turned to the bar host, “How much?” she asked.

 

“Twelve dinars,” he replied with a smile.

 

“Here's a thousand; keep the change,” she told him as she pulled a brick of one-hundred dinar bills out of her trench coat pocket and placed it on the counter.

 

“GOOD GOD!” both Abel and the man uttered in shock.

“Is that not enough?” the silver haired girl asked, “Here's another thousand,” she said as she took out another money brick and stacked it upon the one on the counter.

 

“Goddamn girl,” the bartender breathed in amazement, “how rich are you?!”

 

“I'm at the equivalent of a multi-billionaire…I guess,” she replied blankly before adding, “I can keep adding bricks, I still have about six-thousand on me.”

 

The bar host and Abel were both on the verge of having a heart attack from her solemn words and calm disposition.

 

“Uh…no-no, I'll just take one of these,” the old man smiled as he grabbed one of the money bricks, “have a good day well night…” he remarked; still stunned.

 

She smiled, “alright,” she told him before grabbing the remaining money brick and sticking it back in her pocket. The young lady took her father's hand as they left the bar.

 

 

ON THE STREET:

 

 

Abel looked at the young woman with disbelief, “you carry that much money on you?” he asked stupidly.

 

“I don't have to worry about being mugged; I snapped the neck of the last thief who had the edacity to do that,” she smiled softly but yet sadly.

 

The silver haired man frowned as his grip got tighter on her hand, “how many people have you killed?” he whispered; dreading the answer.

 

“I killed one-thousand twenty people to be exact but most were Vampires with a little bit of a blood craze,” she smiled, “I love it when the food becomes crazy; that's when their blood tastes the best,” his daughter remarked darkly and with a hint of lust.

 

“You shouldn't referrer the Methuselah as `food' they're living beings like us,” he told her softly.

 

His child stopped dead in her tracts and looked at him with a mix of shock and anger, “You mean to tell me that you refuse to accept what you are?! Father; like me and like every other Krusnik that exists, we drink the blood of the Methuselah; we're their predator just like the Terran are to them! You've grown soft!” she snapped nastily, “this is why I'm angry with you-you've grown weak and have become an damned ass of your former self!”

 

“SMACK-------KKKK---!!!!!!!!!“ echoed off the dark walls as Abel stood tall with his hand in a slapping position.

 

Katiya touched her bright red and burning cheek with shock, “y-you slapped m-me…” she remarked, “you son of a bitch!” she yelled as she raised her hand to strike him. The priest snatched it, “Enough!” he snapped, “You forget your place; I'M YOUR FATHER! You show ME respect!” he glared before releasing her and walking away, “are you coming Asenath?” he called to her lowly.

 

The girl narrowed her eyes and followed behind him slowly; she was boiling with rage but knew, deep down, that what she did was disrespectful and that she was lucky that she only got smacked across the face.

 

“Asenath…”he called to her to take his hand.

 

She hesitated but did as he gestured and took his hand he clutched it firmly and sighed, “I shouldn't of hit you…” he told her sternly, “I apologize,” he added.

 

The girl looked down, “no father…you had every right to strike me. You are right; I am your daughter and I should respect you,” she sighed, “I got out of line…”

 

Abel smiled and patted her head, “You are forgiven,” he told her sweetly, “ And I wanted to tell you that…my superior; Lady Caterina had condoned you to live at the Vatican with me,” he smiled, “who knows, maybe she'll also allow you to become an AX member?” he chuckled happily.

 

Her eyes widened, “You're mood changed on a dime,” she remarked softly.

 

“I can't stay mad at you. You're my daughter; my only child,” he told her happily before ruffling her hair gently.

 

Kati exhaled exhaustively, “I guess that this is the new you…” she told him.

 

The priest smiled moronically, “I'm still the same me Katiya,” he told her, “I'm just older and more forgiving to others, than what I used to be,” he remarked, “but I've always been forgiving to you.”

 

“That is true,” she whispered.

 

He ruffled her hair again, “besides who cares if are character has changed throughout the years? We're still parent and child and that can never change. I'm still here for you no matter what; that's my duty and my privilege. I will always protect what is mine.”

 

His daughter gave him a wide eyed stare before falling slightly joyous, “that is also true.”

 

“So why don't we just forget the past and live in the now?” he grinned before adding stupidly, “I-I mean, NEVER forget the past but just…..” he was silenced by the youth placing her hand on his mouth.

 

“I know what you mean apa…” she smiled faintly; using the term that she hadn't used in centuries for `father.'

 

Abel's face brightened happily before placing a hand on her shoulder, “I'm glad to of gotten a second chance,” he told her lowly with tears hanging from his eyes.

 

“Don't get all emotional,” she whispered with a small and nervous smile.

 

“Let's return to the Vatican,” he told her with a small sniffle as he continued to pull her in the direction of the building.

 

The silver haired man walked side by side with his child until they finally approached the entrance of the Vatican; Abel opened the door for her and followed her in.

 

“So father…I'll live with you on one condition,” Katiya told him lowly as she remembered what he told her earlier on the street, “I'll live with you if you'll permit me to share your room and allow me to sleep with you in the same bed; like we used to,” she told him.

 

Father Abel nodded happily, “of course…”he replied sweetly…

 

 

(To Be Continued in Chapter Sixteen)