Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ chapter twenty nine ( Chapter 29 )

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Your blood and mine

 

 

 

 

 

Two hours later:

 

Abel pulled up to the front of the Vatican before turning off the car and slipped the keys into his child's exposed coat pocket. Katiya still hadn't woken up from her nap and was laying in a deep slumber, snoring very softly.

 

The man smiled and began to reminisce back to her early childhood; before he left for Earth…

 

Flashback: Katiya's first year:

 

The eighteen year old man slowly opened his eyes and stared lovingly at the small child resting upon his breast-bone, snoring softly. He smiled and brushed a loose lock of his shoulder length silver hair out of his face and inhaled deeply, causing the baby to rise and fall with his chest. The baby groaned and tightened her grip onto her father's shirt as her father toyed with her little ear and whispered softly; “Katiya.” The baby made no sound as Abel playfully poked her ear lightly again, in a continued attempt to wake her up. The silver haired baby wouldn't budge from her sleeping position. The teenager sighed and attempted to gently lift her off of his chest but to his utter dissatisfaction; she clung onto his shirt like a barnacle.

 

“Oh…Katiya,” he sighed as he laid her back down to his chest and kissed the crown of her head, “I guess that I'm going to have to lay here until you wake up huh?” Abel asked her sweetly.

 

Kati groaned slightly before spitting up on him and coughing slightly. Her father sighed sadly as he patted her back lightly and looked at the spit up on his shirt, “you're a goof-ball…but I'm glad that I was blessed with you, Katiya, my little girl,” he told her happily before smooching her head, “I will never let anyone separate us...you are forever bound to me by blood…”

 

End of flashback:

 

Abel grabbed the `3rd' place ribbon off the car's dashboard and also gently stuffed that into the young woman's pocket before getting out of the car and going around to the passenger's side. Katiya groaned as her father unbuckled her seat belt and cradled her out of the car before kicking the door closed. The young woman put her frail hand onto the base of his neck and snuggled her head into his chest as he carried her toward the entrance of the most Holy Church in the world.

 

Inside Father Tres greeted them. Abel gave the android a somewhat coy or uplifted smile as he carried his child to their room…

 

In the room:

 

The priest gently laid the girl onto the bed and pulled off her boots before pulling the covers securely over her and kissing her brow, “I'll be back later…” he told her lowly before turning a heel and leaving the room …

 

Back at the musician bar:

 

“Hannah…your shift's over; I'll see you at home,” the red head's boss called to her from behind the counter.

 

She looked at him sweetly, “alright Boris,” Hannah told him before putting away the wash cloth and the cart and leaving the facility, “good bye,” she called to them before the door closed behind her.

 

Ten minuets later:

 

Hannah stepped up onto the bridge and looked out at the waning moon, a cold breeze brushed past her soft-fair skin as she closed her beautiful crystal blue eyes before sighing with longing.

 

Abel Nightroad approached her from the other side of the bridge and looked at her softly, “I thought that I'd find you here…Hannah,” he told her kindly.

 

She gasped and looked at him, “oh…hello Abel,” she told him with a sheepish grin.

 

The silver haired man looked up at the moon, “isn't it lovely? It's almost like looking at Earth…”

 

The red haired teenager smiled, “yeah…it is pretty.”

Father Nightroad glanced over at his young love before stepping closer toward her and placing a hand onto hers. She looked at him with a faint blush but looked down in shame as something inside her triggered her to want more than hold hands, “Abel…” she whispered sheepishly.

 

He looked down at her, “yes?” he asked her; knowing what she was thinking.

 

“Uh…can…” she gulped as her eyes became wide in embarrassment.

 

The man smiled, “of course…my love,” he told her before pressing his lips against hers.

 

The red haired woman nearly swooned as a strong rush of her suppressed memories exploded into the blank parts of her mind.

 

“Chu…” was the sound that reflected from their lips parting.

 

Hannah breathed lustfully, “Я жаль Ðбель, Ñ Ð½Ðµ хотел забыва&# 209;‚ÑŒ Ð’Ð°Ñ (I'm sorry Abel I didn't mean to forget you)” she told him with sorrow, “Я люблю Ð’Ð°Ñ Ð²Ñегда (I love you always).”

 

“ХаннÐ 6;, котору& #209;Ž Ñ Ð¿Ñ€Ð¾Ñ‰Ð°ÑŽ Вам и незави 09;имо Ñ Ð²Ñе еще, обожае 09;‚ Ð’Ð°Ñ (Hannah I forgive you and regardless I still adore you),” the priest replied softly.

 

“Я не знаю то, что ÑлучилÐ&# 190;ÑÑŒ. Я думал, что Ñ Ð·Ð½Ð°Ð» Ð’Ð°Ñ Ðбель. Я знал, что Ñ Ð»ÑŽÐ±Ð¸Ð» Ð’Ð°Ñ Ð³Ð»ÑƒÐ±Ð¾Ðº 08;¾ вниз (I don't know what happened. I thought that I knew you Abel. I knew that I loved you deep down),” she told him with tears streaming down her cheeks.

 

They kissed again, “ЗабудÑ& #338;те об Ñтом теперь ... любовь. Позвол 09;ŒÑ‚е нам быть, поÑколÑ 38;ку мы были, и позвол 09;ŒÑ‚е нам быть Ñемьей Ñнова Ñ Ð½Ð°ÑˆÐµÐ¹ дочерь& #209;Ž (Forget about it now...love. Let us be as we were and let us be a family again with our daughter),” he told her.

 

“Ðаша дочь?! Asenath вÑе еще жив?! (Our daughter?! Is Asenath still alive?!),” she asked him with joy.

 

“Да - да она жива и хорошо ..., но она идет назван 08;¸ÐµÐ¼ Katiya теперь (Yes-yes she is alive and well...but she goes by the name Katiya now),” The silver haired man smiled lovingly, “Она - хороша& #209; девочк&# 208;° (She's a good girl),” Abel added sweetly.

 

“Я не могу ждать, чтобы видеть ее (I can't wait to see her),” the young adult told him.

“ХороÑ 10;ий (Good),” the priest replied as he once again kissed her, “Ðо мы должны говори&# 209;‚ÑŒ на новом Ñзыке, когда мы добира&# 208;µÐ¼ÑÑ Ð´Ð¾ Ватика& #208;½Ð° ..., никто не знает наш Ñтарый Ñзык (But we have to speak the new language when we get to the Vatican...no one knows our old tongue),” he added with some levity.

 

They both laughed….

 

 

(To Be Continued In Chapter Thirty)

 

 

Small note:

 

The language that I had Abel and Hannah speak to each other is `Russian.'