Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ chapter twenty-one ( Chapter 21 )

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

Chapter Twenty-one: An old love realized or vanquished?

 

 

 

Thirty five minuets later:

 

Father Nightroad scanned the area with his acute senses in search for his daughter. It had been close to six hours since she left him at the mausoleum and her absence was plaguing him with mild paranoia and frantic worry about her safety. He halted and cocked his head slightly as he tuned into the soft patter of the sewer rats in the gutter several blocks away before hearing one being pounced on by a cat and slaughtered. The sickenly sweet smell of the mouse's spilt blood tickled Abel's heightened sense of smell before he pressed on down the road…

 

At the Vatican:

 

Katiya looked up at the balcony to Talitha's room before leaping to it and entering into the room through the sliding door…

 

Talitha was sound asleep and snoring softly as her mother approached her. The silver haired woman leaned over and kissed the child's temple before securing the covers over her firmly and leaving to prep for bed in her father's room.

 

In her father's room:

Katiya searched though the trunk of cloths that she brought over from the apartment two days ago and picked out a flannel nightgown. After putting it on, she moved over to the mini-fridge that she also brought over from the apartment, which was wedged in the corner of the room, by the window.

 

“Should I have a beer or a hard drink?” she asked herself as she pulled open the fridge door to find ALL of her beer and hard liquor gone. A deep red blush of fury crossed her face as she grinded her teeth together; she couldn't believe that she didn't notice that her mini-fridge had been tampered with when she came back with her trunk of cloths a couple days earlier, “father…”she hissed, “that son of a BITCH!!!!” she snapped in anger, “I'll strangle him when he gets home!”

 

Meanwhile:

 

Hannah got out of the boat at her destination and turned to her friend, “thank you Jonathan. Here's a tip for your generosity,” she told him sweetly before handing him ten dinars from her pocket, “please have a good night and thank you again,” the red haired youth added softly before walking off to stand on the bridge and look at the full moon.

 

On the bridge:

 

A sigh of longing escaped the young adult's lips as she gazed upon the big, pale, circle in sky. A gentle breeze grazed her face, sending her knee length hair to shimmer like a sea of silken red thread…

Just then Abel Nightroad approached her and gazed at the moon beside her, he uttered a sad sigh, “its lovely isn't it?” he mumbled with a sniffle.

 

Hannah gasped and turned to him with surprise, “w-what are y-you doing here?!” she asked with a stutter.

 

The priest sniffled again, “I can't find her. I can't find ou-my daughter…” he weapt; nearly slipping himself, “I've looked everywhere…” the man uttered.

 

The young woman frowned and felt pity for him, “perhaps she went home?” she suggested as she placed a soft, frail hand on his shoulder.

 

The silver haired man placed his hand on hers, “I wish that you could remember me…” he digressed, “I was going to make you my bride at one time…” Abel murmured softly, “Regardless…I still love you…my…Hannah, you will always be my dearest lover…regardless…” he added sadly, “please remember me…”

 

Hannah's lower lip trembled as her suspicions were confirmed; she did know him and they were in love at one time. A softly cry escaped her lips, “I wish that too…”the youth whispered softly.

 

He looked at her with longing and tear filled eyes as he leaned in to kiss her but stopped only inches from her softly lips, “I'm sorry…” he told her lowly before turning away to return to the Vatican…

 

A small tear fell from the girl's eye as she watched him walk away with a heavy heart, “I hope that one day we can be in love again…” she uttered gently…

 

 

(To Be Continued In Chapter Twenty-two)