Order 2:
Cooping
Time Stamp: two years, five months before present, week after first encounter with Anderson.
Location: Italy, in transit to Vatican City
Nathan was on a train on his way to Vatican City as he thought about Seras; he had seen Rome, the country side and a few other sleepy towns already in Italy. It had been nearly a month sense Seras' death and Nathan still felt like she was alive. He didn't know what it was, maybe he was going insane but he could swear he could still feel her walking this earth. Maybe his father was right; this was a bad idea to come to a place they were planning on going to for their wedding.
The door to his train cabin slid open and an impressively tall man walked in. he wore a tan trench coat, shirt and pants and a large silver cross around his neck. "Good after noon father." Nathan greeted the giant of a man.
The tall blonde looked at his cabin mate for a moment before noticing the small silver cross held by a chain around his neck. "And a good afterneen to ye as well brother, tell me, are ye catholic?" the man asked as he took the seat opposite of Nathan.
"Hmm, oh no I'm from an assembly of God church. Call me Nathan." Nathan replied.
"Pleasure to meet ye Nathan, I'm father Anderson. I'm not familiar with ye church Nathan."
"It focuses more on worship really. It can be quite loud sometimes, very passionate music. Would you like to listen to some father?"
"Why not." Anderson replied. Nathan reached into his bag and pulled out a CD player and a disk. He put the disk into the player and handed it over to Anderson. The priest put the head set on and listened to a few songs.
A smile formed on Andersons lips "very powerful music ye got there Nathan." Anderson said, returning the player to the younger man. "Where ye headed Nathan?"
"Vatican City, you father?"
"The same, perhaps I may interest ye into joining me for a service at me church?"
"I would like that father; maybe it will give me some insight."
"Insight son, is something troubling ye?" Nathan went into explaining the events of what happened to his fiancée, how the doctors refused to allow him to see her body. How they planned on coming to Italy for their honeymoon and how he came here himself to clear his head, to figure out his life now that she was gone.
"I'm sorry to hear that happened to ye Nathan. What was her name?" Anderson asked.
Nathan reached into his coat pocket and retrieved a photo of them in front of a fountain and handed it to the priest. "Her name was Seras Victoria, she was in D-11 but she couldn't hurt a fly. Her team used to call her mean kitten."
Anderson stared at the photo. The two looked so happy, but it wasn't the pair or the happiness that they had trapped in that moment but rather the girl. 'Draculina… ye damned monster Alucard, taking a sweet girl like her for ye own perverted uses.'
"I'm sure she's with God now son." Anderson said, returning the photo.
Nathan sighed, "Honestly father, I wish she was still with me. You would like her father, she had a sweet voice and wanted lots of children. She would have made an amazing mother."
The two continued in their conversation all the way to Vatican City. Nathan strangely felt comfortable talking with the priest about Seras and everything else on the ride to the city. Maybe that was it, that he was a priest, they could be trusted with anything.
SW-O2-C/
Time Stamp: Present
Location: In transit to Badrick
'Something troubling you savior, you seem preoccupied lately.' Alucard spoke to her in thought. They were both traveling in bat form, which was quite a sight to be seen, when he asked her the question.
'Just an old memory from my past, I don't know why it keeps coming up.' Seras replied as the she maneuvered her set of bats along with Alucard's.
'Memories are dangerous, you shouldn't hold on to them.'
'I'm sure that you still hold on to yours from before you become a vampire, Alucard. Besides its nothing, I can keep it out of my head.'
'Alright. So, what's it about.' Alucard asked.
'Hmm, wouldn't you like to know? Come on; ill race you to the town the rest of the way.' Seras giggled before taking off.
SW-O2-C/
Time Stamp: two years, 4 and half months before present, three days before second encounter with Anderson
Location: Vatican City
Father,
I have met some people here in Vatican City. They are truly wonderful people. The first that I met was Father Alexander Anderson, who teaches at an orphanage near Rome during the week and takes mission trips every now and then to England. We met on a train ride to Vatican City and he was kind enough to show me around the ancient place as well as give me some history of the older buildings.
Two others I have met is sister Yumiko from Japan and Heinkel who I am guessing is Austrian judging from her accent. I'm not sure if she is a sister or not because she dresses in a father's clothing. When I asked her about it she simply laughed it off. A man I have recently met is one Mr. Maxwell, a man who apparently reports regularly to the pope himself. He seems a bit high on how the catholic church is ran but they all seem to enjoy my being here sense they have given me a job doing odd things about the church and surrounding area's.
They have been very kind in helping me threw this troubling time in my life and contrary to popular belief Sister Yumiko and Heinkel play a mean game of poker. I look forward to hearing from you again father, I feel like perhaps I may have found my calling here in Vatican City. Strange how something like losing Seras could produce this.
Nathan.
Nathan finished writing his letter to his father and quickly reread it to make sure of no spelling errors before putting it in the envelope and putting a stamp on. It was indeed strange, the more time that he spent with his new friends the less time he spent mourning over Seras' death. 'maybe its just part of the healing process...'
"How are ye doing lad?"
Nathan looked up and saw Father Anderson standing in the doorway. "Very good father, I cant thank you enough or the others for allowing me to stay here, this place has definitely helped me threw this troubling time."
"Tiss good to hear, I'll be heading back to England for a missions trip in a few days with Mr. Maxwell. I was wondering if ye would like to accompany us back, that way ye can deliver ye letter in person."
Nathan thought about it for a moment, it would be nice to see the homeland again even if it was still just a visit. He didn't feel ready to come home permanently just yet, not to mention he still had not visited Seras' grave sense the funeral. Memories of the service came flooding back. The casket was closed; apparently something truly terrible had happened to her.
The day after the funeral he had packed and left for Italy. "I would like that father, are you sure that Mr. Maxwell wouldn't mind my company?"
Anderson gave a light chuckle "He understands what ye are going threw lad, he tinks its admirable of ye to press on the way ye are."
"Good ill get packed up." Nathan said before Anderson left.
As Anderson walked down the hall way he thought to himself 'I wonder how the lad would handle seeing the Draculina… if he sees her maybe we can convince him of what she is. He seems like he would try to free her…'