A/N: just finished watching Blood+. They implied at the end that Nathan survived, which made me glad – I like his role a lot. So this popped out.
Nathan can't help but wonder, occasionally. How long it might take for the girls to mature, whether it'll be over before the humans around them grow old, or if he'll have the time to take them in, teach them about the other side of their heritage, which the elder queen would never consent to. He doesn't particularly care about chiropterans, one way or the other, but these two don't seem the kind to fuel the rage that creates the monsters; they're gentle, happy, what Diva might have been if only Amschel's hate hadn't controlled her.
They have their protectors, these young queens. The human, the boy. Nathan's seen them together. He takes good care of them, he's meticulous and caring and he's quite the right guardian for children.
There's the other one, even if he might deny it. He stays in the shadows, can't quite overcome his distrust and his shyness yet. Still, Nathan knows he'll step in if needs be. Not that would be need. The chiropterans died with their queen, the rest of Diva's chevaliers are dead, and Nathan himself…has survived the death of more than one race of chiropterans. This is nothing new to him.
Saya still sleeps, cocooned and secure. They keep watch over her, the other two, and Nathan lets them. He feels nothing for her. She is not Diva, is not the brilliant tormented twisted soul he adored and loved. Her voice does not touch his heart.
Diva's song, ah, how he'd loved it. He thinks he might have been the only one who ever understood it truly, understood her. Karl loved a fantasy, and died in delusion. Solomon loved Saya, and that was that. James…he wondered whether James had ever loved anything. And Amschel, of course; but he'd never seen Diva for herself, only as his test subject. Her song had meant nothing to them – the truest outpourings of her heart, her soul, tragic and beautiful, as she had been tragic and beautiful, had fallen on deaf ears.
There is no danger to these two anymore. Even so, he watches over them, slips through the shadows of their lives in between his systematic dismantling of everything Amschel accomplished – he loathes the man for what he did to Diva, this is something of a private crusade to him.
He can wait to meet them. There's time. That's their greatest resource. He watches those who watch over them, and he has found them worthy to guard Diva's daughters. That is enough for him.
Still, he looks forward to meeting them one day, these mirrors of the woman he loved. Wants to watch them find their stage and dominate it – how could they not, queens that they are? He wants to look in their faces and hear them laugh – for him, for him. It's the closest he can come to Diva now.
One day, he thinks, he will teach them to sing their mother's song.
He thinks that would make Diva happy.