Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ Chapter twenty eight ( Chapter 28 )

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

Chapter Twenty-eight: My little defiled secret

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile:

 

The young boy stared deeply into the pale full moon before raising his arm and allowing an unrealistically large crow with glowing red eyes to perch upon it. He closed his cold crystal blue-eyes and kissed the bird's beak, “find my mother…search far and wide for her and then return to me,” he whispered to the demonic looking bird before casting in off…

 

Kirkja inhaled deeply before rubbing a frail hand over his face, “I'll find you and thank you personally for slashing my throat and leaving me for dead in that patch of dead flowers…upon my birth…”

 

Back in Rome at the race:

 

“Father…”Katiya mumbled listlessly with a despondent sniff.

 

“Yes daughter?” he replied kindly.

 

She took a deep breath and leaned her head foreword against the steering wheel, “can we please trade places? I don't think that I'll be able to drive…all that crying has drained me and…it's too late to drop out of the race…” the young woman mumbled with lethargy, “I'm sorry…”

 

Father Nightroad smiled faintly and patted her shoulder, “of course…I'll drive…you just lay back and take a nap,” he told her sweetly.

 

His child opened the door and got out to trade places with him; Abel unbuckled his seat belt and did the same...

 

Katiya got into the passenger's seat and pulled the seat belt around her before reclining back the seat and closing her eyes. Abel got into the driver's side and buckled his seat belt before looking at the young woman with a small frown, “I love you Katiya…”

 

“I…love you too father…” she mumbled with a deep yawn, “If I don't wake up by the time that we get back to the Vatican…will you please carry me in?”

 

He nodded, “yes…I will,” he replied.

 

The silver haired woman took a deep breath before falling into a calm slumber…

 

Abel sighed before holding down the clutch and putting the car into first gear and pulling out of the parking spot to take the starting line when the referee called to them over the microphone…

 

At the musician bar:

 

 

The red haired youth looked at Hugue with a frown, “I'm sorry,” she told him; referring to being seen with Abel, “I didn't mean to do something bad…”

 

The cloaked figure stood up, “you didn't do anything wrong…I was just curious about who you were…that night…and I just happened to stop by when I heard your singing…” he told her before bidding her adjure and leaving out the door without another word.

 

Hannah held a baffled looked as she tried to figure out the point of that man's brief visit…

 

“Hannah…” Bertha called to her, “can you please buss table ten? I can't get to it right now; the wash cloth and the cart are in the back room,” she told her.

 

The young woman smiled sweetly, “alright…”

 

At the Vatican:

 

Talitha looked at Esther happily, “hello…”

 

The nun smiled sweetly, “I brought you something to eat…” she told her as she carried a tray filled with food into the room.

 

“Oh thank you Esther! Here sit with me and share!” she told her happily.

 

The red haired woman sat at the end of the bed and placed the tray between them before grabbing a cluster of grapes and popping them in her mouth individually. The child began to make a ham sandwich with the lunch meat, pickle slices, cheese, mayo, and, cheese that was placed about the platter along with the wheat bread, “so Esther…I'm just wondering…do you love my grandpa Abel?” the young girl asked out of the blue.

 

Esther nearly chocked on the grape that she was chewing from that question, “n-no why would you a-ask that?!” she asked with a tiny blush.

 

“Well I've just seen how you look at him when he comes in here sometimes…I think that it's cute,” the six year old smiled before taking a bite out of her sandwich and brushing a stray blob of mayo away from the corner of her mouth.

 

The nun blushed violently, “you seem to be quiet discerning for a child your age…” she told her.

 

“I learned it from my mommy…Katiya,” she told her happily, “my new mommy is very smart with people…” the child added, “but your secret is safe with me…”

 

Esther chuckled nervacly…

Back at the race:

 

Abel threw the car into third gear as he sped past two other cars. He took a passing glance at his daughter who was sleeping soundly and was completely ignorant to loud humming of the speeding car; a sad smile crossed his face before he resumed to watching the road. The silver haired man held in the clutch again and put the car back into second gear before drifting around a corner still at insane speeds, “good thing that I can drive a stick-shift,” he told himself lowly before switching gears back into third. A semi-lonesome sigh escaped his mouth as he began to think of his young love, Hannah, and then, surprisingly, of Esther while he continued to speed down the road toward the bridge…

 

(To Be Continued In Chapter Twenty-nine)