Declaimer: I don't own Trinity Blood.
"Favorite"
Anabelle posed herself on the bed, her long, dark hair contrasting with red, satin sheets.
"Who is that girl, Dietrich?", she suddenly asked while watching him getting dressed.
He turned to her with questioning stare.
"What girl?"
"That Esther, girl"
His expression suddenly changed. There was dark spark in his eyes.
" You don't need to know about her", he answered.
Somehow the way he said it, fueled curiosity of Anabelle-famous prostitute.
"Is she your lover? Is she better than me in bed?"
It was mistake.
He slapped her. Hard.
"She is not a whore like you bitch" , he said slowly. Again there was something unnatural in his angelic face.
"Esther", he whispered like in trance "Is my most beloved masterpiece, my most favorite toy..." He looked straight into Anabelle's eyes." If you ever again say about her something I don't like or insult her, I'll kill you."
Anabelle sat frozen on the bed, even after he was long gone. She was certain he said truth.
Gosh, who would thought it will take me so long to write one, short fic?
I am just so lazy... And believe me I know very well my story is lame...
Whatever... You can review, but I am aware it's bothersome...