Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ Chapter thirty two ( Chapter 32 )

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

Chapter Thirty-Two: Night Lord and Light Angel

 

 

 

 

Abel laced his dark gray fingers with Hannah's ivory-colored ones as their dark lips pressed together, spread apart and allowed their tongues' to mingle. The female Krusnik ran her elongated fingers gently over the glossy-bluish markings on Abel's body before she encased him within her double sets of golden angel wings and kissed the marking upon his forehead. The male Krusnik ran his tongue over the three small vertical, amethyst colored markings' that grazed Hannah's milky-white cheeks before kissing her brow and bringing it in deep within her.

 

“Abel…”Hannah breathed with lust as she released her wings from around his body, “I-I feel it…”

 

The male Krusnik smiled as his red eyes glowed and glissaded, “come with me…” he hissed with desire before keeping a tight embraced around her waist and flexing his demonic bat wings before shooting himself and his young love out of the closed window to their hotel room and taking flight through the dark sky…still copulating.

 

The `angelic' Vampires' flew and fell as they continued to make love and circle the bright city…fire tickled the tips of Hannah's wings as electricity ricocheted off of Abel's wings.

 

Their lips came to gather one final time before they both roared in orgasm…waking nearly half of the sleeping locals up in fright…

 

Back at the Vatican:

 

Katiya looked out the window after hearing the demonic cries of sexual excitement in the outside world; she knew what happened, “good job father…” she mumbled, “I'm happy for you…” she added before taking her cell phone in hand to call her oldest son, Xaiviur, who lived in Germany and worked at a brewery.

 

She sighed sadly as she toyed with the idea about actually carrying out the action since it had been several centuries since she actually seen him in person. Just then another lonesome sigh escaped her lips as she began to think of her son's Methuselah father, Ian Kämpfer, who was undoubtedly the only person that she ever truly loved but was forced to kill as an act of punishment for her many sins…

“I'm sorry…”the silver haired girl sighed with tears building in her eyes as she thought of the pain that she felt after slaughtering her true-lover. The youth took a deep breath before dialing her son's cell phone number; bracing herself…

 

The dial tone beeped a couple of times before a soothing, masculine voice answered, “Hallo (Hello)?”

 

 

“Xaiviur, Es ist sind Ihre Mutter. ..how Sie gewesen hat (Xaiviur, this is your mother how have you been)?” she replied somewhat meekly.

 

“Mutter? Ach machend meines. ..I'm gut. Wie geht es Ihnen (Mother? Oh my...I'm doing good. How are you?)?” he replied happily.

 

“Ich mache in Ordnung. ..I nur hat sich gewundert, wie Sie waren (I'm doing alright...I just wondered how you were),” she told him softly.

 

“Ach ach Mutter, die ich nach Rom bald fahre. ..maybe ich kann sehen Sie? Sie haben gesagt, dass Sie in Rom Recht leben? Leben Sie dort? (Oh-Oh mother I'm going to Rome soon...maybe I can see you? You said that you live in Rome right? Do you live there?),” the man asked sweetly.

 

“Ja lebe ich in Rom. Ich lebe am Vatikan jetzt mit meinem Vater; Ihr Großvater (Yes I live in Rome. I live at the Vatican now with my father; your grandfather),” his mother replied lowly with a yawn.

 

“Der Vatikan? Sie leben am Vatikan jetzt? Really?! Wunderbar! Und mit Großvater? Was ist der Name von Großvater? Ist es nicht Nacht der Herr (The Vatican?! You live at the Vatican now?! Really?! Wonderful! And with grandfather? What's grandfather's name? Isn't it Night Lord?)?” her son bambarded her happily.

 

“Der Name ihres Großvaters ist Abel. ..he's mein Vater. ..he's ein Priester am Vatikan, und deswegen ich hier jetzt lebe (Your grandfather's name is Abel…he's my father…he's a priest here at the Vatican, that's why I live here now),” Katiya replied with a small sneeze.

 

“Sind Sie gut? Ich habe gehört, dass Sie niesen (Are you ok? I heard you sneeze),” the young man asked with concern.

 

“Ich bin in Ordnung. So wann muss ich Sie hier erwarten (I'm alright. So when do I need to expect you here?)?” she asked him softly.

“Ich werde nach Rom in einer Woche fahren... (I'll be going to Rome in a week...),” Xaiviur told her.

 

“In Ordnung. ..I'll sieht Sie dann, gute Nacht mein Sohn (Alright...I'll see you then, good night my son),” the silver haired youth told her son sweetly.

 

“Gute Nacht die Mutter. ..I Sorge um Sie (Good night mother…I care about you),” the half-Krusnik told her with a soothing voice before a crass man in the background began to chastise Xaiviur in the background.

 

“Ich sorge mich um Sie auch sweetie (I care about you too sweetie),” Katiya told him.

 

“Tschüs tschüs Mamma (Bye-bye mommy),” her told her kindly.

 

“Auf Wiedersehen (Goodbye),” she replied.

 

The man uttered a happy chuckle before she heard him yell back at the man, using profane German, before hearing the phone `click.' His mother hung up the phone and sighed before taking a deep and cleansing breath…

 

 

Meanwhile on the street of Rome:

 

 

Hannah and Abel landed in front of the hotel and assembled human form before leaping to the broken window of their room and entering it. The red haired woman took a deep breath as she still felt mil ripples of orgasm surging through her body. Abel came up behind her and embraced her before kissing her neck. Hannah laughed and breathed before looking over to the broken window, “what are we going to do about that?”

 

The priest glanced over at the wall window and gulped, “oh…dear,” he cried, “I CAN'T BELIVE THAT I DID THAT!!” he cried in remorse, “HOW AM I GOING TO PAY FOR THAT?! I BARILLY HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY FOR MY TEA! THIS WINDOW MUST COST AT LEAST SIX THOUSAND DINARS!!!!”

 

The red haired woman chuckled at the man's hysteric out-burst, “you're funny…that window is probably no more than nine-hundred dinars…”

 

The silver haired man trembled and fell to his knees in despair, “I'M DOOMED!” he cried with tears falling from his eyes.

Hannah went up and dialed the front desk before realizing that she and Abel were in the nude, “O-OH! I'll call you back later…” she told the woman on the other line before slamming the phone on the receiver…

 

“Abel…we better get dressed,” she told him timidly.

 

(To Be Continued In Chapter Thirty-Three)

 

 

Note: In the beginning of this chapter I had Abel and Hannah finish their love-making in 100% Krusnik forms. (I know that Abel is really hesitant to release 100% of his Krusnik form but the thought of…that…was too tempting not to write down…).