Darklight
Disclaimer: I do not own Trinity Blood, but I own my true vampire characters. There is some language and mature moments, so if you cannot handle even a little...sorry! (Heh...just kidding).
"I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure." -Marquis De Sade
"Living is strife and torment, disappointment and love and sacrifice, golden sunsets and black storms. I said that some time ago, and today I do not think I would add one word." -Laurence Olivier, Sir
By: VampireQueenAkasha
Chapter One: Vampire?
Year 3050 A.D.
Rome, Vatican City
St. Angelo Castle
Caterina continued to stare at the documents she had received not too long ago, and the more she stared, the more the words remained unchanged.
Prisoner Transport
ID: 133421092
Sentenced to 15000 hours of community church service
It gave no name for her. Maybe they wanted to keep the identification of the prisoner a secret until they arrived at her doorsteps. It wouldn't have been the first time that secrets were kept from her. Maybe she had to demand them a little more strongly.
Caterina glanced up at Brother Petros, a sigh escaping her lips.
"So, this little ... move ... Can we be sure the prisoner will not give us trouble?" she asked.
Petros shook his head.
"We cannot be too sure about the Empire, these days." he pointed out, "But one thing is certain, the subject won't slip by me."
Caterina managed a smile at the knight's manner of force and rose. "Indeed ... " she replied, "Well, if St. John could afford to be patient, then so can we."
Petros walked at her side as they slowly made their way through the castle.
"The Empire has not made any attempts thus far. Perhaps we can investigate this without any for of retaliation," Caterina suggested, "We do not want to start another fight with them."
Petros sighed and shook his head. He obviously didn't care what the Empire thought or desired.
The two moved to the courtyard where a large black prison transport vessel landed. Two burly guards stepped out, armed with poles and nooses as well as crackling shock sticks.
"So, who is this?" Caterina asked.
One of the guards handed Caterina a clipboard and she looked down at it.
"Nyssa Alastair?"
Petros tsked when he heard the name. "Hah, now that is quite the ghastly name." he muttered, "It must be medieval ... "
Caterina looked up as three massive guards moved to the back of the ship and opened the bay doors. They aimed their shock sticks at something inside.
"Alright, walk toward my voice!" one of the guards commanded.
There was a long moment and Caterina held her breath in anticipation.
Finally, she saw movement inside the dark ship and a shape stepped out into the light.
The prisoner was wrapped in black leather and wore black leather on the body as well. It was strange that the prisoner wore a long, black coat. A tight-fitted mask was stretched over the face, blinding whoever it was and the arms were strapped tightly to the chest.
"Oh dear ... " Caterina said, amazed.
The guards placed the nooses around the prisoner's throat and guided her forward.
The lead guard tsked and looked at the two watching. "She's your problem now," he said, with pity in his voice, "God have mercy on your soul."
Caterina grunted at the warning.
Another guard handed her a small bag and she frowned.
"What is this?" she asked.
"Her medication," the guard explained, "Calms her down when she starts having fits. She's supposed to get it every two days a week. Doctors orders, I'm afraid."
Caterina was already starting to look weary.
The other two led the prisoner into the church and Caterina said a silent prayer to herself, following behind them. She felt that she needed it.
"This should be interesting." Petros mused.
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Caterina walked to her office and sat down.
The prisoner was forced into a seat in front of her and Caterina glanced up at the guards. "I can take it from here, gentleman."
They nodded and one of the guards removed the mask covering the face of this woman, after unlatching some buckles at the back.
In all ways and angles, she was beautiful as far as Caterina was concerned. She had dark, piercing red eyes and short, jet black hair. Her bangs were a little longer than the rest and were a deep red color; obviously from either dying it or through some form of damage.
Caterina smiled.
"So, Nyssa, how are you today?"
The woman - Nyssa simply stared and said nothing. Caterina stared down at some notes and tried to ease the tense silence.
"So, what should I call you anyway?" she asked. She read off the charts. "'Notorious Nyssa, Six Deuce Nyssa, Neurotic Nyssa, Never - Kiss Nyssa, Mother Blood, Sally Fitzgerald, Amelia White, Ginger Cobalt, Pamela Thorne, Dark Knight, Countess'." She raised a brow. "You've been busy."
Nyssa smirked and nodded.
Caterina sighed and stared down at the papers.
"Hmm, you are 1900 years old - what an age, says here that 600 of them were spent in institutions and prisons." she said. She stared at Nyssa with an odd look. "Is it just a bad case of apathy, or do you really not have a goal in life?"
Nyssa shrugged. "A being my age has no real reason to find a goal." she replied, moving a bit in her cuffs. "I just die each day hoping I'll die completely."
Hmm, so she's got mental problems, that's great.
Caterina continued to read the papers. "'Earned two degrees, including a PhD in Psychology. Killed 120 fellow inmates, incited 7 riots and escaped 14 times'."
The guards nodded, annoyed. They would not forget those times. Nyssa could only laugh at that as if she was much more proud of her criminal status than anything.
Caterina smiled. "A true product of the system," she said.
Petros frowned at this. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked,
A guard sighed and rolled his eyes. "She is one of those people who thinks we're responsible for breeding these animals."
Caterina shook her head with a smile and shrugged. "No, but I could point a few fingers if it would make you feel comfortable."
Nyssa rolled her eyes. "Can we get this moving?" she snapped, "Despite my lacking a life, I'd like to settle in, if that's okay with you."
Caterina nodded. "I gotta tell you, Nyssa, none of this impresses me," she told her, "Because we have rules in this church, and they're gonna be enforced, and hopefully they won't become a problem if you behave."
Nyssa snorted. "What do you mean by 'behave'?" she asked.
Caterina pointed to her fingers in a counting gesture. "It's a lot like kindergarten." she told her, "You'll keep your hands to yourself, you keep the decibel level down. No swearing, no throwing things, and especially no hitting the other priests and sisters."
Nyssa scowled. "Oh, so you mean no fun."
Caterina sighed. "You can have fun. But keep it within reason."
Nyssa grunted with disgust and shifted in her seat. "I will work on what you call behaving. But I won't act like a stiff."
Caterina nodded and watched as the two guards moved closer. "Fine." She nodded to them. "Take off her cuffs."
One of the guards looked uneasy. "Are you sure?"
Caterina scowled at him and he reluctantly moved to remove Nyssa's cuffs, his hands shaking the entire time.
Nyssa smiled and rubbed her free wrists, rising.
"Thanks."
Caterina nodded. "Alright, now let's see if I can give you the tour."
And hopefully, you won't try anything.
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Note - Well, I have introduced Nyssa Alastair, my main character! Hope you like her. There is more of her to come!
