Disclaimer: I do not own Noblesse or its characters; that right belongs to Lee Gwang-Su. I do own the OC and I do not want her used anywhere else, by anyone else.


Frankenstein was not amused. More questions than before were popping into his head. Fa-Ming, no Delphi, was a new factor in the equation. While she had given him answers, it was not the ones he could use directly. No, it was not up to his master, who was holding the said woman. Her face pale as she remained unconscious as they made their way to the labs.

Seira was moving along silently by him. Frankenstein was glad to have her in the house at that moment. Due to cultural restraints, Seira would be doing most of the work. While proving a theory he had. Delphi said she avoided contact with others, and thanks to Rael, they now knew why. But did it mean as a whole or just the male populace? Since his master was getting no reaction.

"Frankenstein, I smell blood from the girl," His master stated softly.

Widening his eyes, Frankenstein stepped out of the elevator, quickly making his way to the control panel. Not saying anything, already knowing that his Master would place Delphi on the table as the systems booted up. Seira was also by the tables as well. Her red eyes were watching, assessing as she was prone to do.

A loud hum filled the room as he looked up, seeing the table slide into the dual MRI and CT scan machine. Soon enough, colored images popped up on the display screens. As well as flat-lined heart, respiration, and brainwave rates. The moment Delphi was on the machine, he had the table sliding back into the machine, causing the monitors to come to life as they read everything, which was all over the place — indicating high levels of stress, on top of R.E.M. level of activity. Frankenstein was sure that Delphi was not currently sleeping, so she couldn't be dreaming. Leaving it to be a similar response like she'd given Rael, though not being touched.

He was sighing as he pressed the button and brought the table back out. Frankenstein made his way over, not slowing as he picked up a tablet. Which already had all the scanned information on it.

"Seira, I need you to remove her clothes and find where she is bleeding from. Then assess how deep and large the wound tract is, please," he stated as he stopped a safe distance away so as not to get an eyeful, before looking at Raizel, "Master can you move away from her, please. It is not polite to watch a woman being undressed without their consent."

He was intently watching as Seira did as asked while keeping most of his attention focused on the tablet. He was making small notes on the chart he was building for Delphi, blinking when Seira sat Delphi up, noting her face was contorting mildly as she tried to pull away as her shirt came off — revealing a tightly bound torso. Which he guessed was to hide her age and gender further. Though he visually could see where the blood was seeping from. The left cage, around the lower ribs 9 thru 11, eying everything in a detached manner as Seira removed the bindings with a flick of her wrist, again revealing several partially healed bruises, inflamed flesh, and faded scars.

"It's two inches long and about a half deep. It missed the lung," Seira stated as she retracted the measuring rod from the wound.

A smile curling his lips, Frankenstein felt a dark desire to get who did that and make them pay — swiftly nodding his head, typing the information in as he directed Seira on how to hook up the IV for a saline drip and the other monitors. Though the constant rapid eye movement behind Delphi's closed lids got faster when Seira directly touched her, body tensing, making the wound bleed a bit more. The fear and pain etched onto the small woman's face, as sweat beaded on her forehead. Though there was a spike in her vitals at the touch as Delphi's eye movement became rapid under her lids

His theory proved right that while another female could touch her, though it did cause Delphi to be in pain and increase her eye movement, which he would hypothesize as her gift activating. Like they had done while they were open after Rael had grabbed he

"Once you finish cleaning her and bandaging the wound, join us upstairs, Seira," he said, turning and leaving the lab room. Pausing at the elevator, looking back at her. "And, thank you for your help."

He was looking at his Master, who had the look of someone deep in thought on his face. Not needing to ask what he was thinking about, Frankenstein clutched the tablet more firmly in one hand. So, he could continue to monitor Delphi while he was upstairs.


Tao knew he looked eager as he plugged the jump drive into the USB port. On the large projection screen, a single small folder popped up on the thumb drive. Placing the mouse over it, as he read the folders name aloud, Gods and clicked to open it. There were only three video files in it. Each labeled with the name of a Greek God and Date. It caused Tao to lift an eyebrow before looking at his teammates. Both of them looked confused.

"So, which one first?" he asked.

When neither of them said a single thing, he turned to look at Regis and Karais, only to see that Rael had joined them again.

"You three have a preference?" he asked them, getting three blank stares and shakes of their head and making him pout.

"Why don't you start with the oldest file first, Tao," Was a humorless sounding voice of Frankenstein.

Twisting at the waist, he saw both Frankenstein and Raizel standing in the door to the living room. Neither's face readable. But from the way Frankenstein was clutching a table in one hand, he could guess at how things were in the labs below.

"How's the girl, boss?" Taeko asked.

The slight twitch of a blond eyebrow as they got a reply was very telling.

"Delphi is still unconscious. She was also wounded. Lower left rib cage. Seira will be joining us once she finishes cleaning and bandaging her," All could hear the worry in the dry sounding response.

Giving a small nod of his head, Tao turned his attention back to the screen, sliding the mouse over the first video file called Poseidon, dated July of thirteen years ago. Tao double-clicked it. Glad it didn't take long to buffer considering the age.

Soon a very damaged video began to play. The audio was reasonably clear, though the grainy images indicated it was from an earlier digital camera. It showed a white sandy beach in the distance, with various red tilted houses across the expanse of the water as well, from over the railing of a boat. Where a petite, olive-skinned girl was standing, back to the person recording the video.

"So, tell me again how she ended up at your place Rafael..." A hushed, accented male voice asked.

"A friend of the family asked if she could stay. Mom and Dad didn't elaborate on who, Carlos," The one Rafael replied.

"Strange... So, why did you want me and my digital recorder?" Carlos said, again keeping his voice low.

As they spoke, a small girl in a pastel pink dress ran across the camera's line of sight. She was squealing in delight as she made a beeline for the girl standing at the rail of the boat. Only to be stopped as the girl turned and held out a hand in clear indication to stop. Which the child did, clearly pouting at being denied.

"Because I want visual proof that the girl is lying about not being able to be touched. Says it causes extreme pain," Rafael growled, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Oh!? Do you mean that chick is eluding your natural charm? Denying you another conquest?" was the mocking and slightly scathing reply from Carlos. Only to have the distinct sound of skin meeting skin, followed by a low grunt.

"Just be quiet and record," Rafael replied gruffly as he appeared on the camera.

Carlos remained still and silent as he continued to record, showing the back of a tall, tan-skinned, dark-haired teen in Khaki shorts, blue polo shirt. He was exuding confidence as he strode across the deck towards the two girls.

"Lieza, what have you been told?" Rafael said, rebuking the little girl.

Two sets of eyes turned towards Rafael. One set wide and ashamed, the other cautious and on guard.

"It's alright, Senor Gaza. She is but a child. No harm was done," came the distinct voice of Fa-Ming.

"Still, Mina, she had to learn. Acting in such a manner is unbefitting of a member of the Gaza Family," the boy replied sharply. "Lieza, go find your nanny."

A small sniff accompanied by a pout before the girl was moving. Soon she was no longer visual to the camera's lens. She was leaving the two teens to stare at each other, at least until Rafael reached out to touch the young-looking Fa-Ming, who stepped back.

"Please, Senor, do not do this," Mina(Fa-Ming) said, her voice shaking.

Again Rafael reached towards her, missing as she moved away once more. Panic dancing across her face as her back bumped against the ship's railing. He was giving her little room to escape. A deep chuckle was heard as Rafael placed both of his arms on either side, pinning her in place.

All of a sudden, the sky began to darken behind the two of them, as the camera kept recording. The small waves were starting to swell and rock the boat. But it was going unnoticed by the two who were locked in a staring contest. As a soft curse escaped Carlos' lips as he angled the camera up a bit, catching the way the clouds were rolling violently.

A sharp piercing scream had the camera lowering back to the two teens. Rafael's hand was grasping Mina(Fa-Mings) arm, her eyes glowing in a swirl of color as an unusually large swell of water crashed over the edge of the boat. Knocking the two apart as Carlos fell, dropping the camcorder.

Which kept on filming as another wave washed over the boat, which was filled with yelling now. Besides Mina(Fa-Ming), the water took the shape of a man that was barely dressed. A leather looking skirt with leather straps, and seaweed was clinging to him. His black eyes cold and angry as he looked around him. He was curling his blue lips as he knelt, picking up a shivering Mina(Fa-Ming). Only to have more water rush over the deck of the ship, covering the view in a murky blue before a garbled voice was heard.

"You were careless Apollo's child,"

The voice boomed, though it was barely intelligible due to the water already damaging the camcorder, which chose that moment to go black due to the damage it had received.

One the video finished, TAo felt the urge to twitch where he sat. Quickly pulling up a program, he began to authenticate the video, and the other two. His mind rushing all over the place and trying to find a way to rationalize what it had just seen. When a ping sounded, he read the message.

"No way!" he exclaimed. "These are unedited, original videos?"

Silence met his outburst. Each person is absorbed in their thoughts. After a while, Tao clicked on the next video. Labeled Zeus, March of ten years ago.

After a lot of talking, a set up for a surprise of some sort, at the famous Teatro Comunale di Bologna. Loads of laughter were heard as the angel of the camera was swinging around, revealing a well-dressed couple. The man was tall, well built, his dark eyes shining from under a stylish haircut.

The woman had shoulder-length red hair, vibrant green eyes, though, from the way she carried herself, she was on edge. She avoided the man's touch as she walked serenely and with grace by his side until he stopped before the opera house.

"Mr. Scarletti?" The woman spoke, her voice very familiar, telling them all who she was, as her hands pressed together in front of her, showing elbow high gloves that she wore. A shaw that matched the peach satin strapless gown she was wearing.

"Miss Farrah, please call me Luciano. We've known each other for almost three full years now," the man said, a patient and a gentle smile on his face.

The small shake of her head as green eyes darted around the street before the opera house.

"Fine, Mr. Luciano, what are we doing here? This cannot be where you are taking for my birthday, is it?" Farrah(Fa-Ming) asked. Her voice said just how skeptical she was.

In the next instance, the man, Luciano Scarletti, knelt on one knee, a hand reaching into a pocket. His face looked grave and determined as he stared down at the now stunned woman. Who was blushing almost the same shade of her hair?

"Oh... Mr... I..." Farrah(Fa-Ming) stuttered.

As soon as Luciano pulled a small black box out of his pocket and opened it. Silence fell. Several passersby had stopped to watch.

"Miss Farrah, it's been almost three years since we've met. And I am thankful that God himself led you into my life. I know we've not dated, but please do me the honor of marrying me," Luciano said. His voice showed how nervous he was as he waited for an answer.

The gathered crowd oh'd and ah'd, exclaiming how romantic the whole scene was. While Farrah(Fa-Ming) just continued to stand and stare, a sad look in her eyes. Her mouth opened to speak when a brilliant white flash illuminated the area.

Once it had faded, it was no longer romantic. Farrah(Fa-Ming) was on her ass; dress hiked up, showing plenty of legs as she looked at the prone, smoking body of Luciano Scarletti. Horror written across her face as another brilliant flash covered the area, while screams filled the air.

Once everything was visible again, it showed Luciano's body a crispy char, while those around had what looked to be steaming bits of flesh and entrails sticking to them. After a few minutes, the camera clattered to the ground, still recording at an odd angle. A tall silver-haired man dressed in a tuxedo walked towards Farrah(Fa-Ming)

His voice boomed, commanding those around him and causing everyone to go into action immediately.

"Child, it is time to move you again. Dionysus, take care of the humans and collect that recording device," The booming voice said softer this time.

Then the man bent down and scooped up the woman, whose wig had fallen from her head, revealing black braided hair with three white streaks in it. Then they were gone as if they'd never been there.

In short order, a man dressed in a vibrant purple suit appeared and seemed to manipulate things. In short order, everyone believed the poor man had been alone, waiting as he was struck by lightning. The man then turned, picking up the camcorder, smiling sadly into it before the thing cut off, ending the video.

Once more, silence filled the living room. Tao knew he didn't want to voice his thoughts. Because that video left no room for doubt in his mind. Swallowing Tao clicked on the final video. It was marked five days ago and named for Ares and Artemis, the gods of war and moonlight and maidens.

The moment it started, the distinctive sound of gunfire filled the room. As the flash of a barrel on one side of the camera's lens, while on the other, a woman fell to the ground. Eyes sightless and a bullet hole in the middle of her forehead.

"Now that the distraction is gone, you care to tell me Fa-Ming D. Woo, how have you been avoiding my employer?" A tenor male voice echoed from off-screen.

Which banner over to a curled up form of Fa-Ming on the ground. Pain etched across her face as she stared defiantly back, not saying a word.

The sounds of muffled footsteps before a slim built Asian male with bleached blond hair appeared. Only to squat down before the huddles Fa-Ming. Reaching a black-gloved handout, he grasped her streaked braided hair, lifting her roughly up and shaking her violently as the recorder zoomed-in, chuckling darkly. Getting a good view of her slightly bruised face and split lip.

"Tch! Your silence won't help you. My employer has been looking for you for a long time. And you've been here in China the whole time. Serving as an aide to the Chinese Consulate," the man said, his voice amused as he sneered down at her.

Again Fa-Ming said not a single word, just continued to stare defiantly at him. Her gaze a bit condemning brown eyes, causing the man to shake her again, even harder, before tossing her hard to the ground.

"It doesn't matter. Tomorrow you won't be my problem. Pity, though, I cannot touch your ass. Pretty sure you'd be a screamer..."Came his cynical reply.

As the man turned to walkway, he paused, body going lax. Then without warning, he spun towards the person recording, gun pulled, and fired. His dark eyes flashing with bloodlust. Only to continue to shoot at the apparent others in the room.

"Dammit Ares!" Came a shrill female voice.

The blond-haired Asian stopped firing to look at how he spoke.

"Shit, shut up Artemis and gather the stupid bitch," he snapped. "I hate wearing a fucking meat suit."

There was an annoyed groan as a pale, stunning, dark-haired beauty stepped into view. Kneeling and gathered up Fa-Ming into her arms, earning a very pain-filled cry as a red stain became visible on her left side.

"Ares quit being an inconsiderate ass for once. She is fucking hurt. Grab the recording device, and make everyone here vanish. It would be troublesome if that organization has any leads to find her," Artemis said, harsh words a contrast to her pale, delicate beauty.

A soft sigh came from the barely conscious Fa-Ming as she lifted a finger in a rude gesture to Ares, who sputtered indignantly. Artemis smiled and vanished from sight.

"She is definitely of his lineage. Now to make sure they cannot trace her. I just hope she doesn't try to fight what the Sisters of Fate decided for her," Ares muttered, stomping to the camera and lifting it, curling his lip before shutting it off.


"That explains the wound," Came a quiet voice.

Several pairs of eyes turned to look at the speaker. As she stared nonplussed back at them.

"Yeah, but it raises more questions than answers," Taeko said. Earning a small nod from everyone gathered.

Tao, though was stuck on the mention of an organization. It had him wondering just who this organization is and if it was the same one who killed her family when she was a child. There was so much. Looking up, he looked at Frankenstein, who was staring at the tablet he held, but the slight tightening around his eyes and mouth told much.

The room remained silent for a while yet. Letting each process their thoughts and feelings about everything.

TBC!