Wow. Just Wow. I've been dead for a long, long time. XD I'm so sorry I didn't mean to haha. I was trapped in a large writer's block but that's over now. Here's a new chapter on D and Adelaide and everyone having a little trouble that will be explained later.


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Chapter 11
Everything

"I cannot tell you everything. No one really knows anything."

We exist…..as if snow falls upon our hearts freezing it over in a frenzy of sorrow. Existing does not make up for the pain lingering without our memories that triggers a heart sob from our lips. We apologize to make the feeling of agony go away, but then there are things we have done that makes even the copious regrets seem invalid to the situation.

The snow was soft and untamed, matching the figure crying in the picture upon a dark prince. Her hair was dark and eyes light; contrasting was the red from her lips for she had cut her lip in the process of crying. The sword gleamed from the white uniform which seemed a beacon in the dark room, implanted beside the man's head and straight through the brown locks of the damphir.

"I…..I..,"

She managed to make out from her lips before she brought her hand to her mouth to stop the blood from leaving her chin. Releasing the handle with her other hand, she allowed her fingers to slap at the harsh metal as if recoiling from the weapon which held so much blood from past battles. A small, shackled sob fled her lips as she stood away from the scene allowed the Hunter to raise his body off of the soft mattress.

His hat fallen clean off while his hair tussled and messy from the bed's flat surface. His dark, depth-filled eyes gleamed through the mane of brown as Adelaide shook under the pressure of his stare.

"You."

D glared towards her.

"Have been lying."

Adelaide sucked in a breath.

"I must have-,"

"You," D continued ignoring Adelaide's attempt of changing the topic, "Are not really blind, anymore. Something… changed that."

The cleric clutched at her chest as if attempted to grip at her heart. Her heart which seemed to beat with the anxiety of a caught thief; Adelaide stared towards D, the evidence of a vision through her reaction was all he needed.

"You haven't been completely honest with the entire hunt, have you? Which is why they know you now. Which is why they can get you.

"It's not that!"

Adelaide's voice yelled towards him. Her tone harsh and breaking as she gripped at the soft material of her clothing; lowering head Adelaide's voice died slowly until she spoke again shoving away the strangling silence which gripped the two.

"Remember when I told you… that I love History, Monsieur D? Sometimes I think…. We are the history… Sometimes I imagine… History can exist forever."

"History is the past… one cannot resurrect the past."

"Really? History lives in a lingering state…. If something cannot pass on… the History grips on… Some stronger than others."

D was perplexed at her strange sentences. Her demeanor seemed to gaze far off behind him, drifting along the outside of the closed windows.

"There was a woman staying in this room before you, Monsieur D…. She raised me until I was fifteen…"

"What happened to her?"

Adelaide chuckled for a moment, bringing her hand to her lips with a twisted smile planted as if recalling the strange moments.

"They hung her just outside that window. She was accused of being a witch."

D's tone never changed, never fazed, as he pried on.

"Her name?"

"Helena. Helena Middleton. She was a nun of this place… always dancing in the woods sometimes… She had a special river. A very special river."

D's eyes frowned. During his time into the strange village living within the woods… there was the sound of an echoing river along the trees. Possibly this hunt had more downs that ups for his investigations as he did not like the idea of returning to that place as much as the people who lived there enjoyed it.

The strangest lot they were to him. His eyes focused on the girl before him. Helpless, sweating from the immense heat and clustered against herself in a corner; her eyes staring directly before him. Now she had seen him.

His ethereal beauty which cursed women to throw themselves to him… Yet she stood there with her trained calmness which used when she couldn't see him at all.

Strange. Perhaps D had become somewhat vain during that time to have noticed such a change.

Adelaide smiled at him again. Her eyes reflecting the strangest emotion towards him, memories lingering within her smile, as she turned on her way to the door. A cold hand slapped at her wrist preventing movement as a smooth voice commanded to her.

"You did not answer," D spoke with his tone blank, "Why did you lie?"

The cleric attempted to retrieve her hand by pulling against the hunter's strength, to no avail as expected, until she finally settled her gray gaze upon him.

"I….said I would tell you everything." She gave him a bitter smile.

"That was a lie… because no one knows everything."

With that, she yanked her arm away and grabbed at it with her other hand while gripping the white material of her clothing.

"Dinner with Father Celestine and the other fathers… are to be in an hour. They request your presence."

With that, the small girl opened the wooden door and softly closed it behind her leaving form. Lingering at the door way with her fingers slightly scraping at the wood, she had a strange thought which she chased away as quickly as it came.

'Perhaps unblocking your history, Monsieur D, will help you defeat her.'

"Father Celestine!"

The old man turned away from the other priests at the sound of Sister Christine's booming voice. Obviously filled with a strange sound worry, causing Father Celestine to wonder as the pattering of her heels stopped just short of him… A small slip of paper, resembling a letter, within her fingers as she clutched it for dear life.

"We've gotten," she mustered between hearty pants, "A letter from the Vatican!"

The older man's eyebrows frowned towards the news. Letters from the Vatican never meant good news for them. Hadn't they gotten a letter just a while ago and Adelaide had returned from her duties not to long after. Grasping the letter from Sister Christine's hands, he turned away as he bid her goodbye and recoiled to his office as he placed the letter down on his desk.

He would have to get to it later since dinner was to start in a bit. He remembered that the hunter was to be joining them. As uncomfortable as he was with a damphir, if Adelaide's heart could stand it then so should he.

Flicking off the light within his room, he closed the door and turned back to stare at the noble, red mark of the Vatican's insignia upon the clasp. He thought for a moment, his emotions unreadable through his eyes, then turned his back and closed the door.

Watching Father Celestine leave caused a strange heartache within her as Sister Christine felt the snow against her skin through the small breezes floating through the town. Lights were on from people gambling and laughing. Christine never did notice the people much. She only saw them come to mass with the same numbers and the same church clothing… but she never really looked at them.

Standing in the centre of the city, a small platform with a beam for hangings stood alone with the rope still tied on. There was always a rope for when hangings would take place. She never witnessed one before but she had a feeling that she wouldn't want to.

Even though she had grown up in a place like this, she always felt things were constantly still. Her family, after all, was from the outskirts before she was brought here and yet, after so many years, she still felt… like an outsider.

A strange silhouette caught her eye.

Twisting to look she saw Adelaide standing in the snow behind her with no shoes and merely in her night gown. Adelaide's figure seemed fading, shaky to existence as she stared at the rope with her. Her gray eyes fixated upon it. Then it hit Christine.

How could Adelaide see the rope?!

Her breath became caught in her throat as Adelaide turned to her and smiled as she closed her eyes. A memory of the girl from the woods shot through Christine's mind, the way she was hung… the melody she was singing and the strange music all near that river.

"Sister-," Christine began to softly inquire.

"Lets…,"Adelaide cut her off with a soft voice, "take a walk… Christine."

Sister Christine frowned her eyebrows before replying with a slow, unsure nod.

This REALLY took a while. I'm SOOOOOOO sorry. ): I had alot of exams and stuff and a very, very large writer's block. But thank goodness, that my writer's block is dead. Here we have chapter 11. A little more of Adelaide and D interacting and talks of history. History History. Hmm.

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