Trinity Blood Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood ❯ chapter thirty three ( Chapter 33 )

Trinity Blood: Wire In The Blood

Chapter Thirty Three: Past of my Past

 

 

 

 

 

Back at the Vatican:

 

“Hi mommy!” Talitha smiled when her mother entered the room, “did you hear that loud roar outside awhile ago?!”

 

Katiya nodded before placing herself next to Talitha and cuddling with her. The child let out a comfortable sigh as she burrowed her head into the base of her surrogate mother's neck, “where's grandpa?” she asked suddenly.

 

“My father's out…somewhere with a good friend of his,” the youth replied despondently.

 

“Mommy are you sad?” Talitha asked with concern.

 

“Perhaps some…I've been longing for someone…” she replied lowly before kissing the top of her daughter's head.

 

“what's this person's name? Did something happen to this person?” Talitha asked.

 

“His name was Ian and he was a Vampire aristocrat that I really cared about before he…” Kati began to sob hysterically as the thought of what she did to him invaded her.

 

“Mommy?” the little girl sobbed as she tried to comfort her mother. The silver haired woman repelled her daughter's attempts to hug and comfort her before rising to her feet and leaving to room to ventilate.

 

The child frowned as she tried to make sense of the situation.

 

Abel's daughter leaned outside the door and continued to cry over her long-dead and long-lost love before being hit with a flashback…

 

Flashback: Berlin, Germany two centuries ago:

 

 

Katiya stood as a demonic yet angelic icon toward the full moon. She flexed her black angel wings as a clam breeze blew past her causing the Vampire fangs, dangling from her home-made crown of Methuselah bones, to shimmer.

 

Her eyes glowed red with the dullness of loneliness as she cried silently and discreetly for her father. Not far off a male Methuselah, who had some resemblance to the Vampire magician of the Rosenkruez Orden, Isaak Fernando Von Kämpfer, stood and gazed at the Krusnik that his kind and the Terrans' had labeled, `Goddess of the anti-Christ,' or any other variant of the description.

“How long do you intend to just stand and watch me…Ian Kämpfer?” finally came the soothing, feminine, metallic voice of the Krusnik.

 

The Vampire brushed back some of his ankle length black hair behind his ears and approached his natural predator without trepidation, “Krusniks' are very different from Methuselah, such as myself, for when you're covered in blood nothing can defile you. You still smell as luscious as a new bloomed flower for all eternity…”

 

“I'm not in the mood for your lauding Ian…not now…” come her subtle reply.

 

“Are you thinking of Night Lord; the one who is rumored to be your biological father?” Ian asked with concern.

 

“Should I reprimand you for that remark?” she counter asked with a stifled inhaled, “you may be my lover but that doesn't mean that I'll give you the privilege to ask me such asinine questions…if you make another remark as the one that you did, then as your soul ascends to the heavens, I'll take my truest guise and absorb that as well…” Kati added.

Ian sighed before walking up to her and embracing her around the wings, “you don't have to act like that around me,” he told her softly, “I know that you have a good heart in your chest; you didn't kill that child. In fact I've noticed that you never kill or even harm children when you go on your genocides. I often wonder why?” the Kudlak asked before kissing the back of her neck lightly.

“Children don't deserve an early death. In fact…I love children because of how innocent they are and how promising they become for the future. I don't want to hurt children because they haven't lived long enough to have enjoyed the benefits and the heartbreaks of life. I may be a monster but I still have a mother's heart,” Katiya told him in a harsh feminine town.

 

“You have a funny way about doing things but I guess that I understand in how you feel; seeing that we're going to have a baby soon,” Ian told her happily before sliding his large but frail hands around to the Krusnik's swollen, pregnant, belly and rubbed it gently.

 

Abel's daughter in haled sharply as her lover continued to rub her belly in a comforting motion. Ian kissed her neck again, “tell me one thing Katiya…” he began before kissing her again, “tell me the real reason behind all this bloodshed. What or who are you compensating for?”

 

Kati's eyes widened and to her utter surprise the words: `my father,' exited her mouth impulsively.

 

“Your father?” The Methuselah encouraged her to continue.

 

“I kill because of the pain that I feel in my father's absence; I compensate for my father by killing the Terrans and Kudlak that inhabit this planet. I miss my father-I want my father back. I'm very lonely without my father,” she sobbed softly before taking her human form and collapsing to her knees; crying in despair.

 

The Vampire knelt before her and took her into his arms before cupping Katiya's chin in his hand and rubbing away the stray tears that fell from her beautiful turquoise colored eyes, “don't cry my love. You're not alone. You have me by your side forever,” he whispered comfortably before kissing her upon the lips, “I'll never leave you-never,” he added with a soft whisper.

 

End of flashback:

 

“Yeah, Ian we were to be together forever. Until I had your blood on my hands after I killed you,” she mumbled regrettably under her breath before rubbing her eyes dry and re-entering the room.

 

Talitha looked up when she heard her mother walk in with tear stained cheeks and a droopy expression, “m-mommy?” she asked with empathy.

 

“I'm alright,” she told her before lying down beside her and embracing her like grim death.

 

The child exhaled helplessly before taking a large clump of her mother's long and silver hair into her small hand and began to toil with the strands with her thumb, “I love you mama,” she told her, “I love you because you're my pretty angel with black angel wings and because you saved me from that mean Vampire lady too.”

The daughter of Father Nightroad sighed in reply before thinking to herself, “You poor, sweet, naive, little girl if only you really knew the demon that I am.”

 

Just then Katiya's cell phone began to ring from within hers and her father's room…

 

Back at the inn:

 

 

“Oh God Katiya please pick up!” Abel cried as he looked over his shoulder to see the inn manager verbally reprimanding Hannah for the destruction of the window.

 

Just then her voice mail activated, “Leave me a message,” it said before the beep.

 

“Katiya! Kaitya! I need your help! Please come to the Merry Inn it's an emergency!” the priest cried into the receiver before the voice mail hung up on him.

 

Back at the Vatican:

 

The silver haired youth got to her feet after hearing the message, “I'll be back soon Talitha,” she told the little girl before dumbly walking out of the door…

 

Ten minuets later:

 

 

Abel's daughter stood outside the inn before entering it and going up the stair case.

 

In the room:

 

Katiya pushed open the door and entered to find her father and mother being scolded by the inn keeper for breaking the window.

 

The young woman rubbed away the tears stains from her cheeks before approaching them, “what is the problem?” she asked groggily and with some slight aggravation.

 

Abel looked at her happily before turning back to the woman, “Good lady, this is my daughter, she'll pay for the damaged property!” he smiled.

 

The young adult looked over at the busted window, “how much is this?” she asked.

 

“Eight thousand dinars!” the inn manager barked arrogantly before adding with a supercilious tone, “pay up or I'll put you all in jail!”

 

The silver haired girl smiled sweetly before falling solemn and seizing the disdainful woman off the ground by her throat, “don't jest me,” Katiya told her sweetly, “what's the real price of this window? If you don't tell me then I'll crush your windpipe,” the youth smiled as she added slight pressure to the woman's neck.

The woman choked and whined in fear. Hannah gasped in concern, “Katiya! You're hurting her!” she cried.

 

The priest became stern, “Asenath! Kindly release that woman,” he demanded softly.

 

His daughter silenced him with a hand gesture but kept her fixed stare on the inn keeper, “tell me,” she demanded the woman with a tone of hidden sinister desire.

 

The keeper cried, “six-six-s-six hundred dinars! The window is six hundred dinars!”

 

The silver haired girl sighed, “I thought so,” she told the manager before throwing her to the ground, “here's your pay bitch,” the youth added before tossing her some money, “take it all.”

 

Hannah rushed to aid the woman, “are you alright?!” she cried as she held the keeper to her chest in a comforting fashion.

 

The inn woman coughed and cried in trepidation. Katiya sighed with sadness before she turned to leave the room. Father Abel snatched her arm and reprimanded her for disobeying him and silencing him when he gave her an order to unhand the inn manager, “how dare you disobey me,” he told her.

 

His daughter said nothing but looked away in shame before seizing back her arm and walking out the door.

 

The priest sighed before looking back at Hannah. She frowned at him, “I'll be alright. Go and talk to her,” she told him while patting the inn keeper's shoulder, in an attempt to calm her down.

 

Abel sighed as a sense of guilt enslaved him before taking off to find their daughter.

 

Outside on the streets:

 

Katiya kicked an empty beer bottle down the street and looked at the moon before hearing her father running toward her, “GO AWAY!' she snapped before uttering a soft whine.

 

Her parent stopped, “Katiya? What's wrong?!” he asked with concern, “I noticed that you looked like you were crying,” he added.

 

His daughter sighed, “you know that all's I've felt since I've been around you…in these few short weeks…is guilt. It's not just guilt…its blood guilt; your presence seems to make me feel guilt for all the people that I've killed.”

 

Father Nightroad looked down in shame as he realized the gravity of what she told him, “I'm sorry,” he sighed, “I'm sorry that I make you feel guilty.” The man sniffled in shame, “I'll see you sometime tomorrow,” he told her before walking back to the inn.

 

The young lady sighed as she watched him walk away, “I love you…my father. I'll always love what is mine,” she whispered sadly before turning a heel and walking back to the Vatican.

 

 

(To be continued in chapter Thirty Four)