CHAPTER 1: THE FINCH AND A CHAIN
This fanfiction is based on Trinity Blood; I do not own the characters from the anime/manga/novels.
This fanfiction follows the Empire's Irena Castellan, a granddaughter of an Imperial aristocrat, who turns rogue and finds solace in a rather unruly friend who has ties in the elusive, deathly, Rosenkruetz Orden who is hunting her as well.
That was the short of it anyway. I didn't even include the vulgar language she had used to me, and the death threats, nor the constant surveillance or the child molestation. That woman, she did horrible things to me day by day, night by night. Morning by every excruciating morning, she hurt me either mentally or physically, mostly both. I never did understand why she hated me, or if it was even hate. Perhaps it was that sort of thing terrans call tough love. That awkward situation when love is so intense that the only way to express it is through violence toward the one you had feelings for. I didn't know why, and I never did ask; now that I'm older and have been running her estate, for 77 years at least, the reasons for her love or hatred of me matters less and less, day by day.
Now I was the head of her estate, the new duchess of the Saar family. Though, sadly, for a while at least, that family will be laid to sleep. For soon after my grandmother's death I had my name legally changed to Irena Castellan from Irena Saar. Castellan was my mother's name, and I wanted a piece of her permanently stitched to my being. A surname to be passed down through the generations, my terran servants had said. I had no intentions of passing it down, simply because she was mine. My mother, and no one else's. Only we would share her name if I had anything to say about it. And I certainly did. I was one of the most influential people in the Empire after all. All thanks to my lovely grandmother.
I smiled to myself and continued looking out over my garden. I admired its beauty, and its many flowers. Its tranquil fountains and carefully trimmed hedges seemed to glow in the moonlight along with my own skin. I was envious of my garden, how everything just grows without a care. The blossoms bloom and die then bloom again in a different color than last time. They all got together every season with their little flower sex and made white flowers tinged pink, and blue blooms speckled in deep shades of violet. I wish I could be as carefree as them, bending in the wind, entertain young children coming to be envious of my beauty, and then allowing my petals to dance across the gravel paths when it was time for me to die. I would then slip into a long slumber for the winter, burrowing back down into the soil to keep warm only to arise to feel the sun's radiance gently caress my leaves leaving me warm and well fed. Then I would repeat the whole process endlessly until my roots are pulled up or I'm set ablaze.
My rather lengthy train of thought was rudely interrupted by a small finch landing on my balcony railing next to me. It was silent, and simply hopped around on the white ledge, pecking at little particles. I looked elsewhere, letting the bird do as it wished. My thin, gold chain that I had taken off earlier was laid across the white marble surface, temporarily forgotten. It was only when that damned finch flitted in front of my eyes, sickeningly close, close enough so its wings grazed my eyelashes, that I remembered the chain and glanced to my right to find a slick, white, empty surface. I suppressed a growl and focused on the finch that was flying away, my chain in tow. I glared at the black and yellow bird before sliding off my perch on the balcony ledge. My emerald sheer robe, which happened to be the only article of clothing I had on, blew up as I fell down two stories to land with a grunt on the ground below. I flicked up my head and ran after the bird as it flew through my garden. It landed next to the tree line and hopped into the shadows; I followed it in, and shadows seemed to swallow me up. What followed changed my life. I still don't know if the change was positive or negative.