Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ chapter sixteen ( Chapter 16 )

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

Chapter Sixteen: Of Old Love

 

 

 

 

Six days later: At a small musician bar called `Rues':

 

 

Hannah looked around the beautiful sun lit roads of the immediate area, it was less than four days since she was resurrected and managed to get a job here. Everyone already liked her radiant; holy-like beauty and her sunny disposition towards every living creature. Her employer was also very pleased with her work and by her singing that she offered to do to impress the Tuesday crowd of locals and tourists. The young lady brushed a lock of her soft red hair behind her ear and sang an appeasing tone as she watered the daffodils' in the bar's window. To her; everything was as she dreamed of back before she was killed some nine-hundred years ago by someone that she had no recollection of. Hannah sighed; she really had no recollection of anyone that she was involved with before she was killed; her mind was completely blank in that aspect but she did remember being on Mars, being a Krusnik, and, everything else up until her death.

 

As she watered the plants she noticed a young bird with a broken wing lying amongst the flowers, shivering from the shower of cold water upon its body, it cheeped once and fell reticent.

 

“Oh…”she smiled remorsefully; lifting it into her palm, “You're hurt. Here I'll ease your pain,” Hannah whispered before blowing on the injured wing. The bird cheeped a couple times as its pain subsided and its wing healed. The young adult tossed the bird into the wind to catch up with a flock of blue birds; flying over head. She waved to it happily as it cheeped to catch up with its comrades. The red haired youth resumed to watering the plants before she was called into the bar by the employer to help set up for that night's local music fest.

 

“I'm coming sir,” she told him in softly before showering the plants with the last of the water and walking into the building…

 

 

At The Vatican: On the other side of town:

 

 

Katiya knelt down and looked over her daughter's scraps which were almost healed, “you're very resilient,” she smiled happily as she applied some antiseptic to them and re-wrapped them, “now let me see your sprain,” she said softly as she un-wrapped her ankle and looked it over. The swell had gone down considerably and that made her happy, “do you think that you could stand?” the silver haired girl asked sweetly, offering her hand.

 

“I think that I could mommy,” the little girl smiled as she took her hand and used it as leverage to stand.

 

The child's legs wobbled as she stood; supported by her adopted mother before they gave out and caused her to fall back on the bed with a `plop.'

 

“I guess that I still can't stand,” the little girl sniffled.

 

Kati patted her shoulder lightly, “you'll be fine,” she told her with a smile.

 

“Hey where's grandpa?” the child asked out of the blue.

 

Abel's daughter shrugged, “I don't know where my father is,” she replied, “I think that he might be out with that nun, Esther,” she added with thought.

 

“Where's Syair?” the child asked.

 

Her mother thought, “I think that she went back to the apartment; remember that my uncle Skye is coming to visit us soon?” she replied sweetly, “ Well Syair agreed to greet him at the airship station and bring him here.”

 

“I thought that he wouldn't be here until another two days?” the little girl asked.

 

“True…but she's going to stay home and answer the phone. Just in case he can't make it or is going to be delayed,” the young lady replied softly.

The child nodded, “ok…” she replied before asking, “Since you're going to live with grandpa here, may I live with you? I can share your daddy's room with you,” the child smiled happily.

 

The young adult sighed, “We'll see,” she whispered.

 

 

One the streets of Rome; close to `Reus':

 

 

 

Esther looked up at Abel happily as he looked off into the distance blankly.

 

“Yes Esther?” he asked softly, finally noticing her intense stare at the corner of his eye.

 

“Let's have some tea,” she remarked, “I've never been on this side of Rome before; it almost looks foreign,” she added with a smile.

 

The priest smiled, “alright,” he replied sweetly.

 

Just then they heard a heavenly soft tone illuminating from the musician bar on the other side of the street. Abel and Esther stopped dead in their tracks; along with several other couples and people on the street.

 

“It sounds so beautiful…it almost sounds like an angel singing,” they heard one woman tell her husband as she was literally brought to tears.

 

The nun turned to the priest; who held a very stunned and faintly nostalgic expression on his face, “Father…are you alright?” she mumbled softly.

 

“Esther…” he began, “follow me,” he told her as he gently pulled her along towards the bar.

 

 

 

In the musician bar:

 

 

 

“Hold me…within your arms tonight…” Hannah sang beautifully on the dim stage within the dark room.

 

The audience was in awe of this `angel sent from Heaven.'

 

Esther smiled sweetly, “it's so pretty…” she mumbled softly.

 

Abel stood in utter shock and disbelief; here was Hannah, alive and looking as she did before she was murdered, “H-Hannah?” he whispered lowly.

 

The long red haired woman took a bow, “Thank you for coming…” she smiled before stepping off the stage and grabbing her notepad to take orders.

 

“Come on Father Nightroad, why don't we have some tea here?” the nun asked sweetly.

 

He shook his head, “no…”

 

The young nun frowned, “why not?” she asked quietly.

 

“I…” he paused and took a breath.

 

Just then Hannah approached them, “Hello…what a sweet couple…I have a table ready for you…” she smiled sweetly before enticing them along.

 

Esther looked at Abel; he nodded, “alright…”

 

They followed the young adult to a small two seat table in the far left corner of the room.

 

“Here you go,” Hannah smiled sweetly.

 

“Thank you,” Esther replied as she placed herself in a seat.

 

The long haired youth looked at them happily, “you two look so cute together; I always enjoy seeing couples come here to eat on a date or anniversary. Say I'll give you half off on the couple's dinner and I'll even give you a free desert,” Hannah told them with a soft smile.

 

“Huh?! Oh w-we're not a couple…”the nun stammered.

 

Abel looked to Hannah sullenly but looked away when she turned to face him. The red haired woman turned back to Esther, “Even if you're not a couple; I'll still give you a discount,” she smiled with a wink.

 

“Oh uh…o-ok,” the nun replied.

 

“Alright then I'll put you down for the couple's dinner and I'll get you some tea,” she replied before catching herself, “oh. Would you like tea?” she asked shyly.

 

“Yes two teas…one with fourteen sugars and one with two sugars,” replied the red haired nun.

 

The young lady nodded, “alright, let me take a few more orders and I'll be out with yours,” she told her before walking away.

 

Abel watched his lover walk away with sadness; Esther noticed this, “Father Abel?”

 

He turned to her, “that youth is…the mother of my child,” he murmured; not caring what he was saying, “that young woman was my lover at one time…before she…” he buried his head in his hands, “she's forgotten me…” he whispered in despair.

 

The red haired nun frowned, “I'm sorry…” she murmured, “I had no idea…”

 

“It's not your fault,” he replied lowly, “I wonder how she…”the priest trailed off.

 

Sister Blanchette looked down, “I'm sorry…”

 

The priest didn't reply he just laid his head in his arms and thought to himself, “How is she alive?” a feeling of sadness enslaved him as he once again fell into a spiral of nostalgia and depression, “she…was murdered,” he told himself mentally.

 

Esther gently placed her hand upon his head, “I'm here for you Father,” she told him sweetly…

 

 

 

 

(To Be Continued In Chapter Seventeen)