Darker Angels
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Category:
+S to Z › Trinity Blood
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
50
Views:
6,563
Reviews:
143
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Trinity Blood, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Fiddling
Miss Murder: We're going to have to do something about that twitching of yours, dear. Stop making detrimental comments about your writing or I'm siccing Blaze on you.
Tazzy: Oh, I'm letting them have the pretties, don't worry. *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*
DarkCrusnikMagician: Yeah, I kind of liked that ability myself. Or was that I'd like to have that ability. Oh, well.
To everyone still reading, thank you and I hope you enjoy.
*********
Mastermind released Isaak then turned to his daughter and husband as the other man crumpled slowly to the ground. He had been none too gentle in getting the information he’d wanted from Isaak’s head and as a result had temporarily overrode certain motor skills.
“Get your brother and companions then make sure everyone else gets out of here,” he said to Circe.
“What is it?” she asked frowning slightly.
“Bomb threat. Move it, kiddo. It goes off in ten and everyone needs out. I’ll start pushing them from this end but more than a few at a time could cause problems.”
“On it,” she said. //Gun, hear that?//
//Yes. You take the top, I’ll start down here.//
//Gotcha.// “Dad, boost,” she said, turning to Oracle.
He smiled a little and cupped both hands, Circe stepped up into them and he launched her straight up. She tucked and rolled, landing on the roof then grinning down at her parents.
//Gutes glück, Baby.//
//Ich benötige nicht glück, ich habe gute genetik.//
Mastermind laughed and waved his daughter off to her task.
“So, what do we do with these two?” Oracle asked, nodding to the two men seated on the ground.
“Since they were at least part of the intended target, we drag them along.”
“How do you know they were part of the intended target?”
“Hello? Telepath.”
“Allow me to rephrase that question. How do *they* know about being a target?”
Dietrich sighed and began to explain with Isaak trying to stop him the whole time. He finally snarled at the other man in exasperation. “We have no choice but to tell them, Isaak. He will just pull whatever he wants from our heads anyway and we’ll be none the worse for telling them because Cain already wants us dead anyway.”
“He does have a point,” Mastermind said. Then turned to his husband with a smirk. “These two are Takara’s latest project.”
Oracle’s eyebrows shot up nearly into his hairline. “That would explain much. Anything else of immediate interest we need to know about?”
“Sometime within the next two days the Vatican will explode into a thousand tiny pieces,” Dietrich said.
“Scheisse.” //Mistress.//
//For the love of the goddess, Reicher, do you have to be so loud?// Blaze complained.
//Ja. Is the Pope-boy still with you?//
//You know he is. Why?//
//Evidently the new order of Rosenkreuz has plans for the Vatican to go boom in the next two days. There’s also a more immediate bomb threat here. Circe, Gun and their compatriots are getting everyone cleared out.//
//Oh, that’s just fabulous. Thanks for letting me know.//
//No problem. We’re probably bringing a couple of Taka’s pets with us. Long story, we’ll explain when we get there.//
//I’m not sure I want to know. I’ll start on the evacuation plan with Alessandro and Catherina.//
//Sounds like a plan. Hey, Mistress?//
//What?// she asked, sounding wary.
//How’s the suit?//
//Fine. Why?//
//I know he’s Fine. Wonder if I can poke into his and Brad’s head and make them have wild, kinky sex while I watch?//
He could hear Blaze snort at the idiocy through the link. //If that were possible, Star would have done it ages ago. Only I think she’s more interested in seeing you and Sunny shag eachother stupid.//
//Like I would ever lay a hand on that worthless, whining, no balls . . . //
Blaze cut the connection and left him swearing.
“You’re evil, Gran,” Star said, having heard part of the telepathic conversation.
“Thank you. I try. We have other things to worry about just now though. See if you can go round up the Vatican negotiating party. Alessandro is going to have to give the orders to evacuate the Vatican. Wouldn’t hurt to clear out that part of Rome either.”
“Goddess,” Skye began as she burst unceremoniously through the door of the library.
“We know, Skye,” Blaze said, “There’s a bomb threat at the club where Circe and Gun are and an attack is due on the Vatican in the next two days.”
“No. Now. The club threat is a diversion from the real target.”
“Damn it!” //Taka, take Tres and guard Catherina and Alessandro.//
//On it, Mom.//
//Mastermind, Oracle, clean up there at the club and then bring Taka’s pets back here. I want some answers from them personally.//
//Gotcha, Mistress.//
//Gun, Circe, bring Abel and Hugue with you to Rome.//
//We’ve heard, Goddess. We’re on our way.// Gun said.
“We’re going too,” Seth said from the doorway.
“Seth, you really don’t need to go,” Blaze said.
“Yes, I do. You know most will want to blame this on the Methuselah. If we’re there helping it will look better than if we just stand back and do nothing.”
“Where did you learn politics like that, Seth?” Blaze asked, knowing full well what her answer would be.
“I learned from you.”
Circe joined Gun, Abel and Hugue downstairs and they made their way out of the club as quickly as possible. Once they had hit the pavement on the opposite side of the club Gun wrapped his wings around everyone and phased them to Rome. Abel and Hugue were both disoriented and slightly groggy when they landed not far from the Vatican.
“Oh, my gods. We’re too late,” Circe said, sounding utterly horrified.
Abel looked up and felt his legs give out on him as he dropped hard to the ground. Great plumes of flame shot into the air, turning night into day. There was a deafening cacophony of noise from the explosions still going off and from the panicked citizens of Rome.
Above the din they all heard laughter behind them. Abel looked over his shoulder to find a hologram of Cain, smiling serenely and playing the violin.
“It’s always appealed to me. The notion of fiddling while Rome burns. And now having done so, I find it highly satisfying. Too late again, brother mine.”
****Author's Notes******
Translations:
Gutes glück: Good luck.
Ich benötige nicht glück, ich habe gute genetik.
I don't need luck, I have good genetics.
Tazzy: Oh, I'm letting them have the pretties, don't worry. *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*
DarkCrusnikMagician: Yeah, I kind of liked that ability myself. Or was that I'd like to have that ability. Oh, well.
To everyone still reading, thank you and I hope you enjoy.
*********
Mastermind released Isaak then turned to his daughter and husband as the other man crumpled slowly to the ground. He had been none too gentle in getting the information he’d wanted from Isaak’s head and as a result had temporarily overrode certain motor skills.
“Get your brother and companions then make sure everyone else gets out of here,” he said to Circe.
“What is it?” she asked frowning slightly.
“Bomb threat. Move it, kiddo. It goes off in ten and everyone needs out. I’ll start pushing them from this end but more than a few at a time could cause problems.”
“On it,” she said. //Gun, hear that?//
//Yes. You take the top, I’ll start down here.//
//Gotcha.// “Dad, boost,” she said, turning to Oracle.
He smiled a little and cupped both hands, Circe stepped up into them and he launched her straight up. She tucked and rolled, landing on the roof then grinning down at her parents.
//Gutes glück, Baby.//
//Ich benötige nicht glück, ich habe gute genetik.//
Mastermind laughed and waved his daughter off to her task.
“So, what do we do with these two?” Oracle asked, nodding to the two men seated on the ground.
“Since they were at least part of the intended target, we drag them along.”
“How do you know they were part of the intended target?”
“Hello? Telepath.”
“Allow me to rephrase that question. How do *they* know about being a target?”
Dietrich sighed and began to explain with Isaak trying to stop him the whole time. He finally snarled at the other man in exasperation. “We have no choice but to tell them, Isaak. He will just pull whatever he wants from our heads anyway and we’ll be none the worse for telling them because Cain already wants us dead anyway.”
“He does have a point,” Mastermind said. Then turned to his husband with a smirk. “These two are Takara’s latest project.”
Oracle’s eyebrows shot up nearly into his hairline. “That would explain much. Anything else of immediate interest we need to know about?”
“Sometime within the next two days the Vatican will explode into a thousand tiny pieces,” Dietrich said.
“Scheisse.” //Mistress.//
//For the love of the goddess, Reicher, do you have to be so loud?// Blaze complained.
//Ja. Is the Pope-boy still with you?//
//You know he is. Why?//
//Evidently the new order of Rosenkreuz has plans for the Vatican to go boom in the next two days. There’s also a more immediate bomb threat here. Circe, Gun and their compatriots are getting everyone cleared out.//
//Oh, that’s just fabulous. Thanks for letting me know.//
//No problem. We’re probably bringing a couple of Taka’s pets with us. Long story, we’ll explain when we get there.//
//I’m not sure I want to know. I’ll start on the evacuation plan with Alessandro and Catherina.//
//Sounds like a plan. Hey, Mistress?//
//What?// she asked, sounding wary.
//How’s the suit?//
//Fine. Why?//
//I know he’s Fine. Wonder if I can poke into his and Brad’s head and make them have wild, kinky sex while I watch?//
He could hear Blaze snort at the idiocy through the link. //If that were possible, Star would have done it ages ago. Only I think she’s more interested in seeing you and Sunny shag eachother stupid.//
//Like I would ever lay a hand on that worthless, whining, no balls . . . //
Blaze cut the connection and left him swearing.
“You’re evil, Gran,” Star said, having heard part of the telepathic conversation.
“Thank you. I try. We have other things to worry about just now though. See if you can go round up the Vatican negotiating party. Alessandro is going to have to give the orders to evacuate the Vatican. Wouldn’t hurt to clear out that part of Rome either.”
“Goddess,” Skye began as she burst unceremoniously through the door of the library.
“We know, Skye,” Blaze said, “There’s a bomb threat at the club where Circe and Gun are and an attack is due on the Vatican in the next two days.”
“No. Now. The club threat is a diversion from the real target.”
“Damn it!” //Taka, take Tres and guard Catherina and Alessandro.//
//On it, Mom.//
//Mastermind, Oracle, clean up there at the club and then bring Taka’s pets back here. I want some answers from them personally.//
//Gotcha, Mistress.//
//Gun, Circe, bring Abel and Hugue with you to Rome.//
//We’ve heard, Goddess. We’re on our way.// Gun said.
“We’re going too,” Seth said from the doorway.
“Seth, you really don’t need to go,” Blaze said.
“Yes, I do. You know most will want to blame this on the Methuselah. If we’re there helping it will look better than if we just stand back and do nothing.”
“Where did you learn politics like that, Seth?” Blaze asked, knowing full well what her answer would be.
“I learned from you.”
Circe joined Gun, Abel and Hugue downstairs and they made their way out of the club as quickly as possible. Once they had hit the pavement on the opposite side of the club Gun wrapped his wings around everyone and phased them to Rome. Abel and Hugue were both disoriented and slightly groggy when they landed not far from the Vatican.
“Oh, my gods. We’re too late,” Circe said, sounding utterly horrified.
Abel looked up and felt his legs give out on him as he dropped hard to the ground. Great plumes of flame shot into the air, turning night into day. There was a deafening cacophony of noise from the explosions still going off and from the panicked citizens of Rome.
Above the din they all heard laughter behind them. Abel looked over his shoulder to find a hologram of Cain, smiling serenely and playing the violin.
“It’s always appealed to me. The notion of fiddling while Rome burns. And now having done so, I find it highly satisfying. Too late again, brother mine.”
****Author's Notes******
Translations:
Gutes glück: Good luck.
Ich benötige nicht glück, ich habe gute genetik.
I don't need luck, I have good genetics.