Trinity Blood: War Continuum

by smcandy

Taking place one month after the anime's finale from Ep. 24 with additional materials from the manga. A/E main pairing to semi major love triangle or more with one-sided love.

21. Sixteen: The Edge of Sanity and Madness

(AN) AUTHOR'S NOTES: Again a thousand and one apologies for another late update, my editor to whom I was semi miffed with at the time had a bad few migraines from last week and the chapter got delayed in being delivered to me much sooner. Na don time for that matter, this makes things more challenging for her to get the next update to me because we decide on making deadlines for reach one so dragonwriter24cmf is gonna do her best to get chapter 17 sometime to me by the end of the month if possible.

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EXTREAME WARNING: This chapter is gonna have a lot more Lemons in it, very M rated. I have to warn you guys in sense that my editor for her it her first time doing a lemon did quite well on the sexual foreplay within this chapter. You'll see what mean when you read on, if you feel you cannot handle it then I advise to those whom have endured it this far from it's kinkiness to either skip it in which you'll miss most of the plot or bear it. Either why I do no think anyone where whom has come to know this mature rated TB story will mind. I warned you guys the kinkiness would get more deep as each chapter is updated. Now read on and enjoy everyone! ^^.

Trinity Blood: War Continuum - Chapter Sixteen - The Edge of Sanity and Madness

It was night when the Iron Maiden touched down on the landing platform of the Vatican. Professor Wordsworth sighed and rubbed his eyes with the back of one hand. Sister Kate, standing beside him on at the viewing port, shook her head. "Honestly William, you need to get some rest."

He gave her a crooked grin. "Well, I won't deny that. However…you'll have to admit, there has been some cause for lost sleep." He sighed, running over the events of the past three weeks in his mind.

Abel had finished working with the files on the computer while he'd typed the inventory list into his machine. William knew the other man had deleted several files, but he hadn't asked. And though he knew Kate could probably have restored them, he hadn't asked her to do so. He trusted the other man, and he respected Abel's wishes. After that, the two of them had gone over the inventory list item by item.

What they'd discovered was alarming. Several things were missing, or in reduced quantities. Some things, Abel had found later, going through little places William hadn't seen. Others he'd misread the labels on, and the other priest had managed to figure out what they really were. But even so, there'd been far too many things unaccounted for. And a search of files had proven there was supposed to be a rocket in the facility, and the rocket was indeed missing. There was no sign of it, nor any records of it's having been launched.

Finding that had upset Abel badly. And though William had no idea what some of the items that had gone missing were, he had no doubt Abel did, and the information upset him as well. The other man had spent the entire journey back roaming the ship restlessly. He ate when Sister Kate forced him to, which was a small improvement, but the nervous energy that drove him was disconcerting. William took a deep breath and turned to look at the woman beside him. "How is he this evening?"

Kate sighed. "He's restless. I got him to take tea and a sandwich earlier, but…he's not talking to me. He's already waiting by the doors to disembark."

"Hmmm. Well, then I suppose I'd better join him." He took another calming breath, then turned and strode down the hallway to the main doors.

Abel was standing there when he arrived. He looked up, but he didn't say anything, and the pensive look on his face was enough to keep William from attempting any conversation. Between what they'd discovered and his uncertain situation, Abel had more than enough reason to be tense.

Minutes later, the ship vibrations changed, and he registered the soft thump that heralded a landing. With a hiss of air, the door swung open and the ramp extended. Abel took one step forward, then stiffened, concern settling over his face. Seeing his expression, Wordsworth moved around him.

Petros was standing by the ramp, the scowl on his face clearly visible in the light of the platform. At the sight of them, he gestured. "Hurry up. Your presence is requested by Cardinal Sforza."

Abel swallowed hard. Wordsworth touched his shoulder reassuringly and spoke softly. "You've no reason to be concerned, my friend. After all, you've reported in faithfully as ordered, and Kate and I can vouch for your whereabouts for the entire trip. And we already confirmed that the tracker worked perfectly."

His companion managed a short, jerky nod before striding to the end of the ramp. He was just about to step past Petros, when the Inquisitor caught him by the shoulder. "Halt." He frowned. "Before you go, I have something I need to do." One hand roughly turned back Abel's collar, exposing the narrow band of the tracking device. Before William could protest the treatment, Petro's other hand tapped out a quick sequence. There was a click, and the collar fell free in his hands. He stuffed it roughly into his robes. "There."

Abel stared at him, and one hand moved up to touch his throat. William could see the surprise in his face, and incredulous relief. "Brother Petros…what…?"

"Cardinal Sforza lobbied for your release." The Inquisitor turned his face away with an exasperated growl. "She argued that you've maintained your end of the bargain and proved your trustworthiness. Besides, in order to move as freely as you need to, you cannot afford to have that monitor. His Holiness agreed, as did the majority of the Council." He snorted. "Even Cardinal di Medici cannot deny that you've kept your word. And there's no point in having a weapon against the enemy if you limit it's usefulness. I'll still have to escort you, but for the time being, it's been decided to remove the monitor."

"I see. Thank you." Abel's voice was soft. After a moment, his gaze shifted to the Church. "You said Lady Caterina wished to see me, immediately?"

"Indeed. I recommend you hurry."

Abel nodded and slipped past the Inquisitor. Petros turned, but Wordsworth caught him by the shoulder. "Just a moment, please." He waited until the other man had turned, and until a quick glance revealed Abel to be far enough away. "Thank you."

Petros growled. "I'm merely following the Orders of His Holiness and the Cardinal."

"I'm well aware of that. But to come all the way out here, simply to fulfill an order…I thought I'd let you know it was appreciated." Wordsworth smiled, though there was no amusement in his eyes. "If Abel weren't in such a hurry, I'm sure he'd say so himself. But since he is, please allow me to offer my gratitude on his behalf." He knew he was grateful. He'd seen the discomfort on Abel's face, and more than once, he'd considered removing the band. But even when he'd suggested taking it off to make sure it still functioned properly, Abel had refused.

Petros snorted and turned away roughly, following the silver-haired man. "Your gratitude is noted. If you'll excuse me, I have a job to do, and you should return to yours."

William nodded, and fell in step with him. They both caught up to Abel just as he crossed the threshold of the church. He didn't acknowledge them, just strode forward, heading for Caterina's office. Petros followed him to the official's wing of the Church, then turned down a different hall, presumably to return to his duty of guarding the Pope. Wordsworth continued behind Abel, mulling over their planned report.

At Caterina's office door, Abel knocked once, then let himself in. Caterina was seated at her desk working, with Vaclav beside her, but she set the papers aside. "Gentlemen. I trust you had a good flight?"

"Indeed. Sister Kate made excellent time, as always." Wordsworth smiled and stuck his pipe between his teeth. "And how have things been here?"

"Rough. We've had a great deal of unrest cropping up in every major country. It's slowed our search efforts considerably." Caterina scowled, then shook her head slightly. "Well, I'm interested in hearing your report, but before you begin…" She tilted her head back slightly. "Vaclav, if you would make the connection please."

"Of course, Your Eminence." The dark-haired man turned and began typing out a communications sequence.

Caterina folded her hands. "In light of the situation, I've decided to have you report to both myself and our Imperial Liaison. And after that, Abel, there's something I need you to look into."

Abel opened his mouth, but didn't have time to speak. There was a crackle of static, and a holographic image formed in the air between the Cardinal and the two priests. Seth grinned at them from the image and waved a hand. "Hey there Abel. How are you?"

Abel relaxed a fraction. "I'm fine…but…" He stopped.

The smile disappeared from the youthful face. "Did you get into the underground lab, there in America?"

"Yes." Abel swallowed hard, and when he spoke, his voice was distant, as if he were fighting his own emotions. "We managed to gain access, but…there may be a problem." He took a deep breath. "The rocket is gone, and there's no computer record of a deliberate launch."

"Hmm…that is bad." Seth sighed. "Well, if they'd gotten it operational, they wouldn't have tried to access the one in Londinium." She looked into Abel's face. "Abel, what is it? There's something else, isn't there?"

He nodded tightly, and took a deep breath. "The Professor and I made a complete inventory of the lab there, and…there are several things missing. Chemicals. Equipment…enough to begin a new lab, if you know what you're doing. Or…to repair an old one."

Seth winced. "You think they may be trying set up a new location?"

"I don't know. It's a possibility." Abel was tense. "I can't be certain."

"I see. And what of the files?"

Abel shook his head. "They were corrupted, but that doesn't mean he couldn't get any useful information out of them. I've wiped them, but I don't know how much he or one of his men could have restored off the system. Judging from the skills of the man they call Puppet Master…I doubt they could get a complete set of data, but they could have accessed more than enough to give them a good start."

Seth sighed. "Well, that isn't good news. I suppose it might be considered positive that they couldn't get a complete set of files, but…this news about the missing equipment is troubling." She sighed again. "And unfortunately, it makes what I have to say much more urgent."

"What exactly do you mean?" Wordsworth frowned at the projection. "Is there something going on?"

"Indeed." Caterina frowned over her folded hands. "We've detected major upsurges in Hispania, Amsterdam and Germanicus. Coincidentally, the Germanicus incidents aren't that far from Old Berlin. However, we've spotted major players from the Order in all three locations. If what you say is true, then they may be setting up an alternative headquarters or strike force in any one of the three areas."

"That isn't all." Seth's expression was grave. "We've had several cells of troublemakers infiltrate the Empire. There was a merchant group that was coerced into bringing them in. I wasn't planning to trouble you with this, but if what you say is true…if there's a possibility they're trying to set up a new lab…then I'm afraid I need your assistance Abel."

"Seth…I…" Abel's body tensed. "You know my primary concern is…"

"I know. You want to find Esther. But Abel…I can't do this alone." Wordsworth saw pain, regret and concern in her eyes. "My agents are all very skilled, but they don't know as much as you do. And I can't leave the capital right now. You know that. If they're trying to set up a new lab then…you're the only one who can handle it."

Abel's frame was rigid. "And what of Esther?"

"We'll continue our monitoring." Caterina's voice cut in sharply. "Right now, we can't do anything about the situation. We'll have to keep making observations and trying to figure out a way to positively identify her location. Until then…Father Nightroad, you are hereby ordered to assist Lady Seth and her associates within the Empire. Help them locate and eradicate the trouble zones, and gather what information you can."

Abel swung around, his eyes hard and angry. "Caterina…"

"Keep your voice down." Caterina fixed him with a stern gaze. "If your suspicions about a new major base of operations are correct, then the Empire is as good a location as any. And while it may not have occurred to you…" She met the blue eyes with her own. "Even a partially constructed facility may make a good place to keep a hostage. Esther could be at any one of those locations. After all, if you know your enemy is looking for a major base then the best place for a hostage is somewhere they won't look. It has the advantage of being unexpected."

Abel's frame was trembling, but it was rage more than pain that Wordsworth saw in the blue eyes. "Caterina…I…you said I could conduct this investigation as I saw fit."

"I did. However, matters have changed. After all, the Papal Council is watching both of us very closely. Besides that…" She sighed. "Right now, we have nothing. We simply don't have enough information or manpower to make any decisive moves. But I can't justify continuing to keep you here, inactive, when there's so much unrest. I know your preferences, but until we have something solid, I need you in the field." Her eyes came up to meet his, not flinching at the storm of emotion within his gaze. "I swear to you Abel, if we receive any definite leads, I'll recall you at once, and send you the information."

Seth nodded. "If anything comes up, I won't make you stay, Abel. In fact, I'll have a ship standing by to escort you to the border, or wherever you need to go." Abel turned to regard her, and she held his gaze. "I promise." Pleading entered the green eyes. "Please Abel…I really do need your help."

Abel stood for a long moment, his gaze flickering between the two women. His jaw clenched, his hands were fisted, and his frame was tense. For a moment, Wordsworth was afraid he'd do something violent, and he saw by the slight shift of Vaclav's stance that the same thought had occurred to the other man. He met Vaclav's eyes, and saw his own intent mirrored there. If Abel broke, he had a sedative hypodermic all ready to go, and he'd use it. It was better than letting the distressed AX priest do something he'd regret later.

Seconds ticked past, and then Abel relaxed just a fraction. His fists remained clenched, and his eyes were still stormy, but the trembling rage had passed, and his jaw unlocked enough for him to speak. He bowed his head stiffly. "Very well."

Caterina nodded. "You'll leave on our fastest courier ship in a few days. Until then, I'd like you to look over the reports from out field agents, see if you can spot anything."

"As you wish." Abel bowed his head once more then turned to the hologram of the young woman. "If you'll excuse me, I have a lot to do if I'm to join you." He didn't wait for a dismissal from either woman, simply turned and strode out of the room. He didn't quite slam the door behind him, but the thud of the wood hitting the frame seemed unnaturally loud. Wordsworth sighed, letting out the breath he wasn't aware he'd been holding.

Seth took a deep breath, her eyes focused on the door. "That…wasn't good." She ran a hand through her tousled black hair, then met Caterina's eyes. "We'd better find something soon. I fear Abel…I think…" She swallowed hard. "It looks like he's beginning to have trouble controlling himself. For him to be so angry…Abel's only been like that once before that I know of, and last time…." She let the sentence trail away, but her eyes were concerned.

"I know." Caterina's eyes were troubled. "I hate to say it, but I'll send Father Tres as backup. Tres should be able to handle Abel if the worst happens. Hopefully he won't be needed."

"I know. I'll have three of my agents with him as well. Astha, Ion and Baibars will accompany him." Seth sighed. "I wish we knew what was going on in Abel's head. Or with his body."

Caterina turned her gaze to William. "Professor, were you able to find anything out?"

William frowned, and stuck his pipe between his teeth. "Abel's body is continuing to shift to accommodate him. His metabolism and energy levels are going up considerably. I suspect, given the hold the Crusnik have on his body, it's only natural to expect some mood swings and such. However, if it's possible…" His gaze flitted to Seth. "If you target a place with Methuselah , you may want to let him handle it, just to get the aggression out of his system, and provide a chance to feed the Crusnik and keep him stable. Despite my concerns for Esther, I believe this is the right thing for Abel. If he remains here, inactive and with no way to keep himself in balance, it will drive him to madness all the more quickly."

"That's good to know." Caterina's eyes were sad. "However, I fear he won't thank me for it. Or forgive me."

"I don't know." William exhaled softly, wishing the pipe was lit. "I did find out some things about Abel's mental state while we were on our mission."

"I see. And what did you discover?"

"That lab…it upset him. I don't know if it was the Genetic research in general or something in particular, but…he was deeply disturbed."

Seth made a face. "It was probably both." She tilted her head back, looking away from them. "I can hazard a good guess about that, but…I think that's something that should be discussed at a different date."

"That's fine. Other than that…" William's troubled gaze met Caterina's, then shifted away. "I can't tell you the details, because I promised him I wouldn't but…I believe now that the situation between Abel and Lady Esther was…far more serious, and more complicated than we thought." He saw the flash of both concern and confirmation that passed between the two women. "I don't know how much Abel has straightened out for himself, but if this isn't resolved soon, or if something has happened to Esther, then we could be in for a great deal of trouble."

Seth bit her lip. "I think, if Esther had been hurt or killed, we'd know. They'd use it against us to force our hands. But I think you're right. We have to resolve this soon for Abel's sanity. But…I'm not sure what we can do."

Wordsworth frowned thoughtfully through the window for a moment. Then he turned to his superior. "Lady Caterina, how much time before Abel is sent to the Empire?"

"A few days." Caterina raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"

"Abel needs something to help him retain his focus, to keep his anger and his aggression from overwhelming him, and to hold his mind to task." William considered. "I'm not sure it will help, but…if we have a few days, then with your help, there's something I'd like to get for him." He leaned forward and spoke to the two women quickly, softly, with Vaclav listening in.

Seth nodded. "it's a good plan." Then her eyes darkened. "I hope it's enough."

Esther woke to the sound of dishes clinking on the table. She blinked, confused by the sound. After all, Sieglind always woke her before she set the table and arranged breakfast. Esther lay still a moment more, then carefully sat up, pulled the robe from the corner of her bed, and pushed the curtains aside.

Isaac was setting the table, in his form as Isaac Butler, not Kampfer. Esther stiffened. "What…?"

He laughed softly. "There's no need to be concerned. I'm simply fulfilling the orders of Mein Herr. He requested I serve you, as a token of his gratitude." He bowed. "I was just about to ask Sieglind to wake you. However, since you're awake, may I offer you breakfast?"

Esther sat still a moment. She didn't trust Kampfer but she had to acknowledge he'd been relatively straightforward about his behaviour. Even his deception, as Butler, had been more or less plain. He did what he was ordered. And the smell rising from the fresh baked breads and warm cereal reminded her of just how little she'd eaten the night before. She hesitated a moment more, then swung herself out of bed and stepped toward the table.

Isaac pulled the chair out for her, held it with perfect manners while she settled herself, then pushed it in again and settled a napkin on her lap. "Well then, what will you have, Lady Esther?"

"Ah…a slice of bread please, and some juice and fruit." She felt strange, giving him her order as if he were one of her maids in Buckingham Palace.

"As you wish. Would my lady care for some meat or eggs?" he cut the bread smoothly, placed it next to a pat of butter.

"Both thank you, but not much." She looked up at him. "I appreciate the service, but it's not necessary."

"On the contrary." He offered her a cool smile. "It is my duty to do whatever Mein Herr commands. If he commands me to kill, I kill. If he commands me to serve, I serve." He shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that was more in keeping with Kampfer than Butler. "That is my duty as his second in command."

"I see." She felt a shiver run through her frame at his matter-of-fact tone. For a moment, she thought of asking another question, or making another attempt to get him to leave, but it seemed pointless. Instead, she applied herself to her meal, eating quickly and neatly. The sooner she was done, the sooner she could ask him to leave.

She was halfway through when he spoke. "I must confess, I am rather curious." She looked up to see a glitter of amusement and something else in his eyes. "I wouldn't have expected you to come to Mein Herr's rescue. After all, he did make a fair attempt at killing that priest you're such good friends with. And he was the one who ordered the attack on your city. I would have thought you'd have tried to kill him, or at least let him there to suffer."

"I…" Ester swallowed hard. "That's not how I was raised. Besides…I didn't have any way to harm him, and there was no point in trying." She met his eyes defiantly. "After all you would have just come to help him anyway."

"Well, there is that." He shrugged again. "I simply didn't expect that sort of thing, even from you. After all, that Father of yours is hardly so forgiving, and I was under the impression that you were his attaché."

Esther's fist clenched in her napkin. "Father Nightroad has nothing to do with this." She jerked her chin up, anger mixing with defiance. "Even if he didn't approve, I choose how I handle things, not Father Nightroad."

He bowed his head. "I do beg your pardon, Lady Esther. Perhaps I've misunderstood something."

Esther sat for a moment, watching his face, then turned back to her plate. She ate a few more bites, then finished the juice he'd set out for her, and laid her silverware down. "I'm finished." She rose from the table. "If you'll excuse me, I believe I'd like to get dressed for the day now."

"As you wish. I'll send Sieglind in at once to lay out your clothing." He gathered up the dishes with quick deft movements and set them on a tray, then exited.

Esther watched the door shut behind him and breathed a sigh of relief. Kampfer was preferable to some of the others, but there was a feeling of cold-bloodedness and casual power that made her uneasy. That and his attitude, the way he could do the most appalling things with a smile on his face…all for the Contra Mundi. She settled on the bed, trying to get her thoughts under control.

Minutes later, Sieglind came through the doors. She went to the other room and filled Esther's bath, then returned. "What will you do today, Mistress?"

Esther took a deep breath. "Well, I think I'd like to go for my morning walk first and then…I thought I might just spend a quiet day reading."

"As you wish. Your bath is ready. I will lay out your clothing for today."

Esther moved into the other room and settled into the tub, her thoughts still whirling around the events of the past few days. She settled back, letting the warm fragrant water soothe her muscles as she pondered what had occurred.

Dietrich's odd assertions and possessive behaviour frightened her. She wasn't sure why, but it felt worse even than the night he'd held her still while the others drank her blood. Then he'd simply been amused. Now…she wasn't sure what he was thinking, but she wasn't sure she wanted to know either.

More unsettling were her encounters with the Contra Mundi. Despite her hatred of his actions, and her fear of him, she couldn't shake the memory of those odd moments of humanity. Those brief times when she saw something besides emptiness in his eyes. But even with that…she had no idea what had prompted her to help him like that. She wanted to believe that it was simply compassion, the way Bishop Laura had raised her. And the way Abel had taught her to behave. And yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that it also had to do with his resemblance to the silver-haired priest, and that brief flash of humanity. It was almost as if she'd been dealing with another man entirely for a few moments. There was a chance that that changed attitude could present opportunities for her, but she wasn't sure whether or not she dared to trust it.

The water was growing cold. Esther sighed and rinsed off, then emerged from the tub, drying herself off as she considered the whole mess. Finally, she pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind. Until she knew more, there was little to no point in speculating overmuch.

Twenty minutes later, she was in the corridor striding towards the staircase that led to the garden tower. She was half-afraid she'd run into someone, but she wanted desperately to see the sunlight, and feel the fresh air on her face. Fortunately, the hall was deserted, and she made it to the tower without incident.

She spent a little over an hour in the garden, simply walking among the various plants and letting the air wash over her. The scent of the green plants and the roses calmed her. She spent took her time, looking over the walls for any details in landscape that she might have missed. Then, when the wind had swept her hair into an untidy mess and her mind was cleared, she turned and descended the stairs again, intent on returning to her rooms to relax for a while. She had no doubt Cain would send for her eventually, but until then she had little else to do.

A figure was waiting by her door. Esther slowed, then stiffened as she recognized the slender figure of the Ice Witch. She hesitated a split second, then moved forward, raising her chin and straightening her spine to match the woman's arrogant posture. "Lady von Vogelwiede."

"You." The woman drew herself up, anger and distaste shimmering in her eyes. "How dare a lowly Terran wench such as yourself lay hands on Mein Herr." She sniffed. "It can't be helped if my lord chooses to have someone like you in his presence. But for you to dare to touch him…"

Esther stiffened. "Would you prefer I left him on the ground?"

"You…you have no right to look upon him at all. After all…" Helga gave her a poisonous look. "Even if you happen to be Queen of some Terran land, when all is said and done, you are simply another short lived no one." A terrible twisted smile touched her face. "I've heard the Wizard and the Puppet Master. A year ago, you were just another nun scrambling about as a Vatican errand girl. If that Count hadn't set you on the throne, you'd still be nothing but a lackey for the Vatican."

Esther bit her lip and met the woman's eyes. "I don't really think you can say anything to me about that. After all, aren't you just a servant of the Contra Mundi?"

Helga stiffened. "My lord is a great and powerful man. It is an honor to be chosen to serve him."

"Countess von Vogelweide, you should return to your duties." Sieglind's monotone cut through Esther's next remark. "My lord von Kampfer expects a report on the establishment of your decoy bases."

For a moment, Esther thought the other woman would ignore the Doll. But then Helga sneered, and made a small contemptuous noise. "Well, if the Wizard is so impatient…I suppose I must go. But remember, girl…the Contra Mundi isn't for someone like you to get close to. I'd watch your step if I were you." Then she turned and disappeared down the hallway.

Esther took a deep breath, forcing her hands to unclench. She wasn't sure which bothered her more, Helga's attitude, or the assumption that she was after Cain. She shuddered. As if I would ever want anything to do with that man. I didn't choose this, and I certainly don't want any sort of relationship with him. Then she shook the thoughts aside and continued on to her room.

She was reading a few hours later when a knock sounded on the door. She blinked, then motioned Sieglind to open it.

Balthasar von Nuemann stood there, holding a small bouquet of roses. He moved forward to stand in front of her couch, then knelt and held them out with a flourish. "For you, my lady." He set them gently on her hands. "As a token of my apology, and my appreciation."

"I…I don't understand." Esther took the roses gently.

"Well, I hadn't yet apologized for my unseemly behaviour a few weeks ago." He shook his head. "I really don't drink from humans normally, it's such a bad habit. Only Kaspar really gets into that sort of thing. So I don't know what I was thinking, to have done that. And then afterward…well, I do apologize. That certainly wasn't gentlemanly behaviour. I'm not surprised that Mein Herr was displeased with us."

"I see." Esther looked at the roses, then at the man before her. She knew she shouldn't trust him, but his gentle attitude seemed so different from the others. "I…thank you. I do accept your apology."

"Hmm. I'm honoured. Kaspar said to tell you he…well, she's sorry as well. He says the smell of your blood overwhelmed him." He shook his head. "Just between you and me, my lady, he's probably telling the truth about that. He's a little odd in more ways than one, and that's one of his problems. He really does like fresh blood." He shrugged. "I'd be grateful though, if you'd accept his apology as well."

Esther shivered at the reminder that the man before her was a Methuselah. But she bit back her first reaction and nodded. "Of course. I understand."

Balthasar inclined his head. "Thank you, My Lady. If you'll excuse me, I have work to do. However, I would be grateful for the chance to call on you again some evening."

"I…yes, of course." Even knowing the danger, he seemed a better companion than Dietrich, or Kampfer. While she'd still probably be summoned to Cain, at least the others might not bother her.

"Thank you, my lady." He bowed once more, then left.

The rest of the evening was quiet. Esther half-expected Cain to summon her, but there was no call for her. She spent the evening reading in her rooms, enjoying the unexpected quiet. She went to bed early that night, and when she rose the next morning, the thoughts of Cain and Dietrich's strange behaviour had almost vanished from her mind. She spent the morning quietly settled at the desk, writing her thoughts down and getting them in order, until a knock on her door made her look up. She set her pen down just as Isaac entered the room. He stopped, then bowed. "Mein Herr requests your presence." He studied the outfit she wore, a casual working gown of variegated blue. "I believe your attire is suitable for the moment. Please, come with me."

Esther swallowed hard, then laid her pen aside. "All right." She followed him to the Contra Mundi's rooms, then hesitated at the door. "Would you happen to know the reason I was summoned?"

Isaac shrugged. "Mein Herr wishes to speak with you. His reasons are none of my concern."

"I see. Thank you." She took a deep breath, then stepped inside.

Cain was standing in the middle of the room. She was startled to see him up and moving, but even more startled to see him clothed only in his dark pants and shirt, with his white wings standing out starkly from his shoulder blades. Then he turned, and the wings slowly folded themselves away in some fashion she didn't understand. "Hello Lady Esther."

She studied his face, hoping for the liveliness she'd seen in his eyes before. But aside from his characteristic smile, there was nothing in his gaze, only faint amusement. She bit the inside of her lip. "You asked to see me?"

"Hmmm…yes, I did." He moved forward. "You've been very helpful. I thought perhaps I ought to thank you." The faint smile widened. "Helping me re-attach…well, 02 probably would be angry with you, but I suppose I appreciate the effort."

She swallowed back an angry response. "Well, it's as I said. I was taught that we should always show mercy to our enemies." She looked away from his eyes. "Father Nightroad taught me that."

He laughed lightly. "02…well, I know that woman must have done something to him, to make him turn from me. But still…to hear of 02 asking mercy for an enemy…" He shrugged. "It really is rather amusing. He used to be the most violent of us all."

Esther fought back her anger. "Well, I don't know anything about that. To me…Father is always kind."

"Hmmm…well, I suppose anything can happen. It seems Abel has changed a lot. But then…I suppose I'm grateful for that. After all…you've helped me." He shifted suddenly, coming behind her before she had a chance to react. "Isaac says you've helped even more than you know." One hand traced a line across her arm. "He says your blood is helping me maintain this form of mine."

Adrenalin went through her like a bolt of lightning, and she swallowed hard. "I…I'm afraid I don't know anything about it."

"Hmmm…" His hand brushed her arm for a moment longer, then fell away. She looked up to see him shrug again. "Well, I don't really need anything now. But…it would be interesting to test Isaac's theory later. If you'd be willing to help me again."

Esther felt her back tighten. "I…I don't know. I think it would be better if you asked someone else."

He smiled vacantly at her. "Well, I don't think it much matters now. According to Isaac, this should last for another day or two. He gave me some of your blood he had in storage. I can afford to wait, after all. But still…" he tilted his head. "If he's right…I can see why Abel keeps so close to you, and why he could return because of you."

Esther clenched a fist. "I'm afraid you're wrong. I never…I've never given Father Nightroad anything." She bit her lip, hurt by the realization of just how true that was.

He shrugged again. "We'll discuss it later. For now, Isaac will be back in a few minutes." He turned away, dismissing her. Esther took a deep breath and ducked quickly out the doors before he could change his mind.

The next few days were quiet ones. She ate, slept, and took her walks around the building and the tower garden. Sometimes she read, but she couldn't shake a growing feeling of concern. She felt nervous, restless, and she wasn't sure whether it was her own continued inaction, or the way the members of Rosenkreutz were acting around her.

She didn't see Helga again, and was grateful for it. The woman's poisonous tongue brought out the worst in her, and the aura of hatred that surrounded her made Esther uneasy.

Balthasar came by once. He delivered a bottle of wine and stayed to speak with her for a few minutes. He was polite, charming, the epitome of a well bred noble and yet…there was something about him, some off-hand manner that made her nervous in a way she couldn't fully define. They shared the bottle over a light snack and discussion of various topics. He spoke to her a little more about his brothers, and about his life as a nobleman of Germanicus. Esther blinked. "You…you're from Germanicus? But…isn't Lady von Vogelweide from there as well?"

"Hmmm?" He looked at her over his glass. "Oh, yes, of course. Actually, that's how we first met, at a function given by one of the nobility in the area." He shrugged. "My brothers and I were already being recruited by the Order, and Isaac was visiting." A small smile touched his face. "She and Isaac really don't get along, and she rather loathes Dietrich…von Lohengrin. But she and Melchior actually seem to be rather good friends, which I suppose is a good thing. He doesn't make many, and it's the first time I've seen him notice a woman."

Esther nodded. "Well, it's just strange. I mean, it seems like almost all of you are from Germanicus."

"It's not really so surprising." He shrugged again. "After all, I believe Mein Herr is also from this area. As a matter of fact, if I recall correctly, this place is his home. It is a little strange that he'd want to return to such a desolate area, but then…well, we all have our little quirks."

Esther sat up straighter. "You mean, we're…we're in Germanicus?" That was the first useful bit of knowledge she'd gotten.

"Yes, of course." He blinked at her. "Does it matter?"

"No." she shook her head forcing herself to relax. "It's just…well, I had no idea where we were. It's a little disorienting, not even knowing what country you're in, and the landscape around here…it seems so barren."

"It does at that. I really prefer the forests near my home a bit more. But…well, Mein Herr wants to be here, for some reason. Besides, Melchior couldn't care less about the view, and Kaspar...well, he likes desolation. He misses his opportunities to chase small animals and such, but then, it's a small enough problem. Nothing that sending him on the occasional errand doesn't fix."

Esther swallowed. "Errand?"

"Simple things. Mein Herr has much he wants done, and Kaspar is very good at certain things. Given his penchant for disguise, and his skills at it, I think there's no one he couldn't be if he wanted."

Esther shivered. "You mean…"

He chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. He won't imitate the Order members. We made that rule a long time ago. Otherwise, who knows what trouble he'd get into. And I suppose, since you're under Mein Herr's protection, he won't imitate you either. Not unless he's ordered to."

Esther bit her lip, thinking about the implications. If…if he can imitate anyone then…they could…they might be able to use my face against my people. They could…have him pretend to be me, and be dead. Or…they could have me pretend to betray my country my friends. They might have already…. Her throat closed up.

Balthasar set his glass down. "lady Esther, are you well?"

"What? Oh, I'm sorry." She blushed. "I'm afraid I…drifted off for a moment." She stared at the wine. "I'm really not used to drinking much wine, I'm afraid."

"Ah. My apologies then." He rose smoothly from his seat. "Perhaps I ought to leave you to get some rest then. We wouldn't want you getting ill on us. After all, having you around seems to make Mein Herr happy, and I've heard from Isaac that you're really rather good for him." Esther stiffened, trying not to think about what Isaac thought she was good for. Blathasar bowed to her. "Good evening, Lady Esther."

After he left, Esther sat, considering. She knew more now than she had before. She knew she was in Germanicus, in one of the more desolate areas. She'd studied geography while in the Vatican, as part of her required knowledge for an agent of Caterina's. There were a handful of places in the country that were labelled desolate. If she could identify which one she was in, she'd be able to figure out where to go.

Her thoughts were broken by Sieglind. "Mistress, are you well? Your readings indicate distress."

"Ah…no, it's all right." Esther forced a wan smile. "I'm afraid I'm simply not feeling too well. I think I'll go to bed early tonight."

Cain summoned her the next evening. He was standing by the door to his other room when she entered, and to her surprise, he was wearing only a pair of pants. "Good Evening."

Esther flushed. Though there wasn't anything really wrong with him being dressed as he was, the impropriety of it bothered her. It felt wrong somehow. She looked away. "You know, I've said it before. If you're going to have people summoned to your room, you really ought to put your clothes on."

"Hmmm…well, I don't see how it matters. I did just come from my regeneration, and I'll be returning to it soon enough." He shrugged. "Unless of course…you wished to help me?"

She bit her lip. "I said it before…I think it's better if you ask someone else. And even if that's true, weren't you the one who lectured me on proper manners when I first came here?" She hoped her hair hid the crimson of her ears.

"I suppose that's true." She heard a soft movement, barely audible even though she was listening hard. "There. Is that better, my dear?"

She looked up. Somehow, he'd gotten one of those red-trimmed white jackets from somewhere. He settled it over his shoulders and pulled the sleeves onto his arms, then shrugged into it. She didn't see quite how he managed, but he did at least fasten the lower half of the jacket.

"Thank you."

He shrugged, and a touch of a smile crossed his face. "It is a bit amusing. That woman used to lecture 02 about things like this all the time. Abel didn't really like uniforms, you know."

She'd never seen Abel out of uniform, except when he'd given his coat to her to help her now and then, or after he'd gone through a transformation and ripped his cassock to shreds in the process. "I…well, I wouldn't know about that. Father…he's a little disorderly, but he's always been dressed properly. Except when he's been in trouble."

Amusement touched his face. "Abel does get into quite a lot of fights. He used to get blood all over his uniforms. It was such a hassle getting them cleaned." He studied one hand idly. "Well, that is one of the benefits of this form. Even if something happens, I don't really bleed much. Not unless it's a major wound. I wonder if 02 has noticed that yet."

Esther's stomach did a slow flip. She clenched a fist. "I'm sorry, I'm really not feeling all that well. If you'll excuse me…"

"Oh?" he looked at her a moment, then shrugged. "All right then. We can discuss things another time." There was indifference in his eyes, but something in the way he stood made her nervous. "I suppose if you're not feeling well, I ought to have someone escort you to your rooms."

"It's not necessary. Sieglind…" She swallowed.

"As you like." He waved a hand and turned back to his door.

Esther turned and left, feeling shaky. She didn't understand what about the encounter had unnerved her so much. True, the fact that he'd been partially undressed was disconcerting, but she didn't know why it bothered her. Perhaps it was his indifference to his state. Or the fact that he'd made another reference to taking her blood. She wondered why he was even asking her, but she knew better than to press the issue. She swallowed, knowing if he decided to force the issue, she had no way to stop him.

A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. Her head came up, just as Dietrich entered the room. She stiffened. "Dietrich."

He heard the anger in her voice. "Oh, do calm down, Esther. I'm only here to check on you. I'd heard from Balthasar that you weren't feeling well, so I thought I'd come and see for myself. Though you do look a little pale." His eyes were opaque.

She shook her head. "I'm fine. Really, it was just a little too much wine."

"Is that so? Personally, I don't think so." He shifted suddenly, and before she could properly process it, he was standing beside her, one hand brushing her cheek. "You really do look a little pale to me. In fact, you look almost as if you're about to faint."

Esther shuddered. She tried to jerk away from him, but her body wouldn't respond properly. She had just enough time to see the grin on his face before darkness crashed over her.

She woke with a feeling that something was wrong. Very wrong. Her body seemed…light somehow, and it wouldn't obey her commands. She felt as if her mind had been wrapped in cotton, as though she'd been tied up or something. She struggled trying to break free of the haze that clouded her mind. Then without warning, a hand touched her face, and a familiar voice spoke. "It's time to wake up Esther. Here's something to help with that."

She had just enough time to register Dietrich's voice before something slammed across her mouth, hard. Dietrich's mouth was pressed against hers, his tongue running over her mouth, forcing it open. She wanted to fight him, but she couldn't move. She gasped, opening her eyes as she struggled helplessly.

He held her for a moment, then released her and stepped back, straightening the loose white shirt he wore. She saw the sadistic smile on his face, and then his fingers clicked, and she felt herself moving.

Esther gasped as she felt her body rotate into an upright position, her feet just touching the floor. She stared at him. "What…what have you done?"

Dietrich smiled coldly and moved forward to touch her face, sliding a finger across her cheek. "I thought we ought to continue our little discussion from last time. Of course, we wouldn't have been able to talk much with you unconscious like that, so I thought I'd better wake you up. Do you like fairy tales, Esther?" his hand touched her jaw, and cold amusement glittered in his eyes. "Tell me, did you enjoy being woken like the princess in a story? Did you enjoy my kiss?"

Esther shuddered. She felt…wrong…far more than just the fact that she couldn't move. And the depravity in his gaze was unsettling. "Sieglind…"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about her interference this time." He smiled. "After you passed out, I sent her to Melchior. I told her she was wanted for an inspection. After all, if she can't even tell when you're sick, she really ought to be checked out." He grinned again. "It's not like Melchior actually called for her, but…well, let's just say he and I have an arrangement for the moment. He'll keep Sieglind out of the way for me while we have a talk. It really does work out for both of us. He gets his precious toy back, and I get to play with you some." His hand shifted lower, brushing her shoulder. "Tell me Esther…what do you think of the outfit I chose for you?"

She'd noticed that her clothing felt a lot lighter. She felt herself turned toward a mirror, and her eyes widened.

She'd been wearing a light working dress again, but this…even her nightgown wasn't so exposing. The top was held with spaghetti straps, and almost too low-cut to be called a top. It was cut in a wide v-cut almost to her navel, barely covering her chest. A simple white brooch rested in the hollow of her breasts. At her waist, the white top became a pleated white skirt, cut so short it didn't even reach her knees. Her eyes went to the light grey choker, with the short strand of pearls, then widened as they touched on the set of delicate fabric wings that fell were attached just below the shoulders. "This…"

"Well, you always did act like you were such an angel. I thought it would be fun if I dressed you like one. After all, it'll make this so much more entertaining, don't you think?" His hand brushed over her skirt, and Esther gasped, feeling the fabric brush against her skin, realizing that under the fabric of the skirt, she was wearing nothing.

Dietrich smiled, and for the first time, she saw that he wasn't wearing his order uniform. Instead he wore a loose white shirt, with most of the buttons undone. Only the center two kept the garment from hanging loose and falling from his narrow shoulders. He wasn't wearing shoes, and his pants were the ones he'd worn often in Istvan, low cut with a button and a zipper in the front, and a belt looped around his hips. He shifted, and she saw the slight bulge in his pants, and her eyes widened.

"You…what are you doing?"

Dietrich's smile widened into a cold leer. "Well, you still haven't apologized to me for slapping me, you know? I've been very patient, but you haven't even said one little word. And I did warn you." He leaned forward. "If you won't apologize on your own, I'll just have to take a fitting apology for myself." His breath brushed across her ear.

Adrenalin and panic crashed through her, verging on hysteria. Esther swallowed back the tears in her eyes and the terror rising in her gut. "What…what are you…?" She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.

Dietrich smiled, a cold cruel smile. "Well, I thought we might play some more, and then maybe…maybe I'll show you what a real man does." His hands brushed her face, stroking her cheek. "After all, you did say I was a monster, didn't you? And we already know you seem to have a passion for monsters. So I thought I'd get some fun, and then I'll give you exactly what you want." He shifted, coming around behind her, looping one arm around her waist. "Doesn't that sound interesting? After all, it's not as if you have to do anything." He held up one hand, and she saw the strings glittering in his fingers. "At the moment, my strings will do all the work for you. Isn't that generous?" The hand on her waist slipped lower, brushing her hip. "Now then, where do you think we should start?"

"Let go of me." She forced the anger into her voice, but she couldn't move, and fear was rapidly over-riding anything else in her mind. "You…"

"I don't want to." His voice turned cool, almost playful. "In fact, I really don't want to." She felt hot air brush her ear. "So, where shall I start? After all, my strings can make you feel anything you want, or anything I choose. Maybe you'd like to feel something painful? Or maybe…something else? Or if you'd prefer, we don't have to use the strings at all. Doesn't that sound interesting?"

She didn't have time to respond. The hand on her hip dropped suddenly, and then both his hands were under the skirt, lifting it up as his fingers trailed over her hips and down to her nether regions. Esther gasped as he fingers slipped down her front and into her. Instinctively, she tried to pull away, but the strings held her tight.

Dietrich stroked her, and she felt the warmth of his breath on her jaw as he chuckled. "See? Doesn't that feel interesting? You can't tell me it doesn't excite you." Another low chuckle from him. His hands brushed across her once more. "And I can make it so much better too."

One hand moved, and then he was standing in front of her, one hand still stroking her. Esther bit back a cry as she felt her legs shifting wider apart, so that she was standing with her feet spread. Dietrich moved closer, that cold gleeful smile still on his face, and then his hand pushed deeper. Esther flinched and gave a choked off cry as his fingers stroked deep inside her. Her back arched involuntarily against his hand, and he smiled.

"See? Isn't that so much better?" His free hand stroked her face again. "I can tell by your expression that it really does excite you, even if you want to hide it. Although, I suppose that attitude is to be expected, considering how you've always tried to be such a saint." He grinned. "Well, I always did love that about you. But you know…I think it's a little unfair of you to be having all the fun, don't you think?" He moved closer. "You know I really think its time I got something out of this as well."

"No…" Esther fought back rising hysteria as her hands moved of their own accord. She watched, helpless, as her hands went to Dietrich's waist. Watched as her fingers undid his belt, removing it from his hips. She bit her lip, fighting back tears of mingled terror and anger as she felt her hands slip under his waistband, to caress his narrow hips, then lower to stroke his body. "Dietrich…stop…."

"I don't think so." He shifted under her hands, moving so that, despite her best efforts, her hands stroked across his shaft. She felt, and saw his body stiffen, a perverted pleasure joining the depraved amusement in his eyes. "That's good."

Esther shuddered, or would have if she'd had any control over her own body. She felt the helpless tears welling in her eyes and fought them back, biting her lip to hold back the cries she desperately wanted to give voice to.

"Really now, that isn't necessary, you know." Dietrich forced her chin up, so that she gazed into the cold, amused eyes. "I left you with control of your voice and your head so that I could hear your reactions, after all." He stroked her jaw and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "After all, it's part of the fun, you know. Hearing you scream, seeing your tears as I play with you, it really is just part of the game. So you may as well relax and play along."

She didn't have time to respond before he fastened his mouth on hers, running his tongue across her lips. One hand held her chin, to keep her from jerking away. The other stroked her again, arching her back against him. Despite her best efforts, Esther couldn't suppress a whimper.

Dietrich broke from her and gave her a leer. "See? I knew it was exciting for you." He shifted his hips closer, and his hand probed deeper. Esther bit back another whimper. "So, what do you think? Should I just go ahead and take you? Or shall we play a little more first?"

The fingers of his hand spread her wide, then ran across her, making her gasp. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to faint or vomit. "Dietrich…no…stop it…"

"I really don't think I should. But if you don't feel like getting right down to it yet, then I suppose we could do something else." He leaned forward, and his hand stroked her chest, slipping inside the top to roughly brush one breast. "After all, you've had a fair share of excitement. So why don't you return the favour?" He leered again. "Don't worry, I'll show you exactly what to do."

"No…" Esther felt the tears of frustration running down her face. She wanted to fight, but she couldn't even move without Dietrich's strings controlling her.

"That's better." One hand brushed across the tear streaks. "I have to admit, I always did like to see you cry those pretty little tears of yours. But enough of that."

Esther didn't want to look down, But Dietrich's hand pulled her chin down, forcing her to watch as her hands reached for his pants once more. She tried to pull back, but his strings held her, forcing her to slowly undo the fastenings on his pants, to push back the material to reveal his body, already hard.

"Well, that does feel better. I have to admit, it was getting a little tight in there." Dietrich leaned forward and whispered. "It's rather exciting, you know? Playing with such a little saint like you, watching you react. I'm really having quite a bit of fun you know, showing you how you're just a normal girl with perverted appetites, even though you're supposed to be such an angel." He laughed.

Esther watched his shaft harden with that cruel laughter. Then, to her horror, her hands reached out and caught the erection. Dietrich chuckled again. "See?"

She felt her hands stroking the shaft, a feeling so obscene it made her nauseous. Dietrich shifted his hips and pulled her in closer, his smile matching the actions he was forcing her to go through.

Esther saw the fingers of one hand move slightly. Then her hands were tightening on his body, the fingers of one hand flicking down to stroke his balls, while the other hand began a rough back and forth movement on his shaft that made Dietrich throw back his head. She felt her cheeks flaming crimson with humiliation, and couldn't fight back the choking sobs of despair as she was forced to caress his body, stimulating the cruel lust in his eyes.

He jerked her forward suddenly, the fingers of his free hand thrusting deep into her while his other hand drew her top down, exposing her chest. Esther's back arched involuntarily, pressing her body against his hand, and against his hips in a crude mockery of passion. She bit her lip, but couldn't hold back a cry as he pressed against her, the strings he used tightening her hand around him as he jerked her closer and covered her mouth with a cruel kiss. His hips pressed forward, then back, a rough thrusting motion that only increased the friction of his erection against her hand.

She shuddered, trapped by his hands and his threads as he thrusted against her. Not into her, but over her hands, forcing her to stimulate him. Against her will, her other hand stroked between his legs. Then she felt something warm and wet gush over her fingers, down her legs, over his hand on her body. Dietrich stepped back, his face flushed, eyes bright with lust and cruel perversity.

Esther looked down and fought back a cry, seeing the liquid that stained the front of her dress, and his body, that coated her hands.

Dietrich stood breathing heavily for a moment, then moved forward. One hand took her jaw, forcing her to meet his eyes. "See? Wasn't that fun? And you didn't even have to do anything."

"You…monster…" She couldn't keep her breathing steady, couldn't fight back the tears of humiliation, rage and embarrassment. Her voice was shaking, and she couldn't stop it. "How dare you…"

"Well, it's as I told you. I really do love you, Esther." He stroked her cheek, then his hand drifted downward again, across her exposed breasts. "As a matter of fact, I like you so much, that even just looking at you like this is rather stimulating for me. But then, we should probably let you get cleaned up again."

He moved to the table, utterly unconscious of his exposed flesh. He picked up the water pitcher and a napkin, poured some of the water over his hands, then soaked the napkin and turned back to her. Esther fought back a shudder as the cold cloth ran across her body, a caress no less obscene than the one he'd forced on her moments before.

After a minute, Dietrich set aside the cloth. "There, it's all cleaned up." He tilted his head to one side with a smirk on his face. "You know, you really do look beautiful like this. It really does excite me."

He stepped close, almost right against her, moving so quickly that she didn't even have time to blink, much less react. "Just looking at you like this…well, I think it's time we moved from playtime to the main event, don't you think?" His hand dropped between their bodies, then between her legs, and ran across her.

Esther felt bile rising in her throat, and panic flooding her system. She swallowed hard. "Dietrich…no…stop it."

"Well, I can understand you're having cold feet, what with being a virgin and all, but still…I really don't think we ought to stop just yet. After all, you haven't gotten the full experience yet, and I wouldn't want to be the one to deprive you." A mocking grin touched his face. "And there's still the little matter of your apology to me. After all, there is so much more we could do, now isn't there? And I would so hate to release my toy before I'd gotten the full enjoyment out of it."

Esther felt her heart sink, felt terror rising within her. She shuddered as Dietrich touched her chest, her face once more, that cold leer still on his handsome features. He pressed closer, and she felt his body growing hard against hers again.

With shocking abruptness, he yanked the skirt up above her waist and pressed his hips forward. Esther gasped as the hot hard length of him slipped between her legs, caressing her. She fought the urge to scream, or vomit, knowing neither one would do her any good.

Dietrich smiled and leaned forward to speak into her ear, his breath hot against her cheek. "Personally, I've always found it…entertaining to have the first thrust with the clothing on. It is such fun to see the expression on someone face when they can feel you there, but not see you." One long finger stroked her cheek. "Just like you right now." He blew a soft breath in her ear. "Tell me, Esther, does it excite you, feeling me there, just waiting to enter you? Doesn't it make your heart pound?"

It did, but not with excitement. Esther felt sick. She bit her lip, knowing she couldn't say anything to stop him.

The cold smile on his face widened. "You know, I really do like you. And because of that, since you're a virgin, I'll let you decide. You can decide where I take you. I know the bed is the traditional place, but…" He shrugged. "I find tradition to be a bit over-rated. So then….what shall I do?"

Esther bit back a sob and tried to force her voice steady. "I don't…"

Dietrich chuckled. "Well, I suppose a virgin like you wouldn't have any ideas about how to go about this. Well then, I'll just look at our options, and you can tell me which one you like." He shifted, and Esther fought back a moan as his shaft rubbed the inside of her thigh.

Dietrich didn't appear to notice. "I could just drop you to the floor and do it right here." He glanced down. "It's true, the stone is a bit rough, but then, its not like you'll notice that for too long." He smirked. "But then, that does seem a little barbaric, doesn't it?"

He turned his head a little more. "I suppose there's the couch, or the chair." He leaned forward, whispering in her ear. "Tell me Esther. Would you like it? Sitting on the edge of the couch, or maybe the arm of the chair, with your legs spread for me? Watching and feeling it as I go into you? Does that sound good to you? Sitting with your knees spread against the chair arms while I take you?" He brushed a strand of hair away from her jaw. "Or I suppose I could be really generous, and sit in the chair while you ride me. Would you like that? Sitting me in a chair and running your body over mine like a little street girl?" He shifted again, deliberately running his body across hers.

Esther shuddered. "No…"

"No? well then…" His cold gaze glanced over the room. "There's always the table I suppose." He shrugged. "It is a little higher…you wouldn't even have to lift your skirt for me to see what I'm doing. Just sit on the table top and press your knees to the sides, and I'll have a perfect view. Or you could just lie back and pretend you were on the bed." His hand stroked lower. "Actually, that does sound very appealing, doesn't it?"

Esther flinched away from the wanton lust in his eyes. "No…"

"Still a little reluctant?" His cold gaze measured hers. Then suddenly, he stepped back.

She had no time to react before he was behind her. His hands lifted her skirt once more, this time from the back. He slipped his hands forward, stroking the curve of her hips, and then she felt him pressing between her thighs again, from behind her. He shifted, his hands coming down to stroke her and open her legs a little further. Then she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck, and his cold drawling voice spoke in her ear again.

"You know…I don't really mind doing it this way either. I do enjoy seeing that expression on your face, but still, hearing your pretty little cries would be fun too. And if you want, we can do it now, just like this." He chuckled. "You'd have to help me out a little, but if that's what you want…I can take you right like this, standing here." She felt his hand shift on her body, and then his hips pressed forward slightly, and to her horror, she felt her own hand reach down and guide his hot shaft to her entrance. "See what I mean?"

Esther shuddered, feeling the last of her control dissolve into panicked hysteria. Bad enough to be raped, but to have to help the man who would violate her...helpless tears streamed down her cheeks. "No…Dietrich…stop."

"I refuse." His voice turned rough, cold. "You may as well resign yourself to it, Esther. All you get to choose is how I'm going to take you, and where." His hands tightened. "Although, I suppose if it would help, you can always pretend I'm that priest of yours."

Esther's body stiffened. Dietrich felt it, and she heard the cruel amusement in his voice when he spoke again. "You can't tell me it hasn't crossed your mind to want him."

Anger broke to the surface, mixing with the hysteria and steadying her voice for a moment. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Please…there's no need to play innocent." His hot breath blew directly on her ear. "I've seen you around that priest, and it doesn't take much to see how you feel about him. You follow that man absolutely everywhere, whether he wants you to or not. Honestly, even a blind man could see how much you want him. And no matter how you try to be a saint, you can't tell me you haven't thought of what it would be like to have his body, to be pressed up against him. After all those nights sleeping beside him and working with him, you can't really expect me to believe you've never been tempted to get just a little closer to him."

Esther felt shame and anger, and utter humiliation burning in her cheeks. The anger fought to take control, and she wanted so much to let it, even though Dietrich's strings still bound her. But then his next words drove terror to the front of her mind.

"Enough of that. I rather think it's time. I have to admit, I'm getting a little impatient." His grip tightened. "So tell me Esther, what would you like? How shall I do this?" he pressed his body closer.

"Let…go…of me."

"I've already said that wasn't an option." His fingers tightened. "Well if you won't make a decision, I guess I'll have to choose for you after all." She felt him shift. Then he spoke again, his voice heavy with lust and perverted amusement. "You know, I rather like the idea of the table this time. And since you're going to be so hesitant, I think I'll go ahead and do it like this. Then when you've lost the edge of your nerves, I'll have you turn around so you can face me."

Esther felt bile rising in her throat. "No…Dietrich…." She couldn't form any other words. Her ability to speak coherently was lost to rising panic.

"Don't worry, you won't faint. It might be a bit uncomfortable for you, but I'm sure it will be an interesting experience." He leaned forward, shifting his hips. "So tell me Esther, what do you think?"

"Hmmm…well I think that she'd like you to let go. She really doesn't seem too happy with the situation."

Dietrich started, and if Esther hadn't been bound she'd have jumped too. Then she felt Dietrich pull away, shifting and probably getting himself back in order. "Mein Herr."

The cool amused voice spoke again from behind Esther. "You know, I really don't mind if you play with your toys, but I do recall that I said Lady Esther wasn't to be harmed, and it sounds as if she's rather unhappy. Really, I would have thought you knew how to treat a lady. But I think you'd better let her go."

Esther couldn't see what happened, but suddenly the strings of Deitrich's control snapped. She staggered, then whirled around, hastily shoving the skimpy top back over her chest. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Dietrich was standing a few feet away, a little mussed, with a sullen glitter in his eyes and an almost annoyed set to his shoulders.

Cain was standing in the doorway. Esther flushed, noticing that he wasn't wearing a shirt. His hair was disordered, falling over his face and back, and behind his shoulders, the white wings that indicated his transformation spread, framing him in bright feathers. His eyes were amused though, nothing more. "Really now, Dietrich." He shrugged. Then he shifted position, so fast that Esther didn't actually see him move. One moment he was in the doorway, the next he was beside Dietrich, one hand forcing the young man's chin up. "I did tell you not to hurt or upset Lady Esther, now didn't I?" His tone was almost playful, but there was a note of cruelty to it.

"I was just playing around." Dietrich stiffened, but there was anger and fear both in his eyes. "I honestly didn't think it got out of hand."

"But you did disturb my regeneration, you know. I can't have that. It's very troublesome. And then I had to come all the way here." Cain's eyes were bright, glittering with a sort of suppressed maliciousness.

Dietrich paled. He bowed quickly. "I'm very sorry, Mein Herr. Of course, I had absolutely no intention of disturbing you. I didn't realize we'd troubled you."

"Hmmm…well, I do have very good hearing. 02 and I used to train together to sharpen our senses on things like that." A smile touched his face. "I think that it's time for you to leave."

"As you wish." Dietrich bowed again, then turned. He stopped in the doorway. "I guess we'll have to continue our talk some other time, Esther." Then he was gone.

Esther shuddered, her systems reacting to how close she'd come to being violated. Shame burned within her, but it was eclipsed by fear and anxiety. She felt her cheeks burning, felt tears threatening to break free. She was shaking all over, and she couldn't stop.

Cain watched the door way for a moment longer, then shrugged. "That Dietrich…he really is rather troublesome. I suppose I could just kill him, especially since he and Abel don't get along at all. But…he is useful sometimes." He turned back to face her. "Are you all right? Abel will be terribly upset if something's happened, after all."

Esther froze. She hadn't noticed, with Dietrich still there, but Cain was wearing…nothing. His body was completely naked, except for the wings that curled around his back. "You…"

"Hmmm?" he followed her glance downward. "Well, I did just come from my regeneration, my dear. I heard you and Dietrich. Being a Crusnik, I do have very good hearing." He moved forward a step.

Esther's fragile control snapped. She stepped backward, pressing herself against the wall, her eyes wide and frightened. "Stay away from me!"

"Hmmm…well, if you're still upset, then I suppose I'll return to my tank. Isaac should be along in a bit." He shrugged, and without another word, turned and left the room, his white wings folding down his back. Esther watched him go. Her knees gave out as the door shut behind him, and then darkness fell over her once again.

She woke lying in bed. Her eyes felt sore, her throat felt sore, and she ached. Esther swallowed hard. For a moment, she didn't understand what was wrong, then her memory returned. She jerked upright.

"Mistress? Do you require assistance?" Sieglind stepped around the bed curtain.

Esther stared at the Doll, her mind slowly regaining control. She took a quick stock of the situation. She was in her bed, and someone, probably Sieglind, had changed her out of Dietrich's outfit and into her usual nightgown. She ran her hand over the bedspread, taking deep breaths to calm herself. "I'm all right." She was shaking inside, the memory of what Dietrich had done still far too close to the surface.

"Negative. Your readings indicate distress." Sieglind moved forward.

"No…it's just…I was remembering what happened." She shivered and reached for the over-robe, pulling it around her shoulders for added warmth. "I…after the Contra Mundi left, what happened?"

"You lost consciousness. Master summoned me, and ordered me to tend you. You have been resting ever since."

Esther shuddered. "I see. Thank you." She stood, moving restlessly. The feel of the gown reminded her of Dietrich's touch, and she shuddered again. "If you don't mind, I think I'd like a bath."

The warm water calmed Esther nerves somewhat, but she still felt sick and shaky. She spent the next few days in her rooms, refusing to leave them at all. Sieglind brought her She read, or sat staring into nothing. Her nights though, were full of ill dreams, dreams of her near violation, and her helplessness. She woke several times a night, and hand trouble getting to sleep.

The third day, the door opened. Balthasar stood framed in the doorway. He made no attempt to enter the room, only bowed. "Mein Herr would like to see you, my lady."

Esther nodded and laid aside the book she'd been trying to read. "Yes, of course." She stood, smoothed the skirt on the simple blue dress she wore, and followed him out into the main hall.

"While we're walking, Lady Esther…please do allow me to apologize." Esther blinked, startled, and looked up into the aristocratic face. Balthasar caught her look and shrugged. "I had no idea that telling von Lohengrin you were ill would spur him to do something like that. It's true, he does have a rather twisted sense of humour, but I didn't think he'd try something so crude. And that Melchior, my own younger brother, would assist in such a thing…well, I thought I would offer my apologies."

"I see." Esther clenched one fist in her skirt. "Thank you. I understand."

"My gratitude." He stopped by the now familiar door. "Well then…my lady." He opened the door and bowed.

Cain was standing staring at a painting on the wall. At the sight of him, Esther froze. He was wearing his trademark black pants, but the golden hair spilled down over his naked back. Though the wings were nowhere in evidence, neither was the clothing, and it took her off guard.

Cain turned and tilted his head. "Lady Esther."

"You wanted to see me." She kept her voice steady, remembering how he'd saved her.

"Hmmm? Well, Isaac said you haven't left your rooms lately. And you were feeling ill. 02 would be rather upset over something like that, so I thought I might as well make sure nothing was wrong."

Esther bit her lip. There was something about his voice that made her feel wary. "No…I just haven't felt like going out much the past few days."

"Well, after Dietrich…he is such an odd boy, but he really is too obsessed with his toys. I suppose foolish little children do get out of hand sometimes."

"Yes." Esther hesitated a moment, then spoke again. "I…thank you. For coming to my rescue. I know I wasn't particularly polite to you at the time, but I do appreciate it."

Cain shrugged. "Abel would only be angry, if I allowed something like that to happen." He stopped a moment, then spoke again. "I am curious though."

The tone of his voice sent chills down Esther's spine. It wasn't empty amusement, nor the genuine human affection he seemed to have sometimes, but she couldn't place it.

Cain moved suddenly, coming to stand in front of her. His hand forced her chin up. "I was wondering…what Dietrich said about you and 02." One finger brushed her cheek. "Dietrich is such a foolish boy but…is he correct?"

Esther stiffened. "I…I'm afraid I don't understand."

"You and Abel. Did you really want him so much? Is that what it is between you and Abel? That you want to be with him? Or perhaps that you've already done so?" The eyes that gazed into hers were amused.

"No…no…it's nothing like that." Esther felt panic rising in her again, and fought to keep her voice steady. "Father Nightroad and I…we just…we worked together, but that's all."

"But you do care for him." It wasn't a question. "And Abel…well he did come back for you."

Esther shivered. "I…well, Father Nightroad has always been kind to me. I suppose I do care some for him, but…"

"Well, Abel is rather hard to get close to. He's always been that way." His voice had a far away, sing song quality. "Abel and I are a lot alike, but…he's always been a lot more reserved than I am." Amusement curved the corner of his mouth. "Well, except for his temper."

Esther bit her lip. Something about the way he was talking frightened her, though the words were similar to one's he'd voiced in the past. "Well, it's true, Father Nightroad is rather reserved, but…I suppose that's just the way he is."

"Hmmm…that is true. That is just the way 02 is. However…he and I have the exact same genetic code." His fingers tightened every so slightly on her jaw. "Abel and I really are similar. So if you wanted my dear brother…I can accommodate you until he comes to his senses. Or perhaps…you'd find me an acceptable replacement."

For a moment, she didn't understand what he meant. Then she saw the glitter in his eyes, so similar to Dietrich's, and she did. Terror crashed through her. "I…no…"

Cain's smile widened just a fraction. "You don't have to worry, my dear. I'm not quite like Dietrich. However…I am like Abel. Since you care for him…well, if you really want my dear brother, I've no problem with showing you how to handle him." He stepped closer, close enough for her to feel the body heat radiating off of him. He tilted his head, still smiling at her. "After all, Abel and I are really very similar. And I can see what he likes about you. But he will keep pushing people away like that."

Esther felt like she couldn't breathe. She swallowed hard. "Let go of me. Please…let go of me."

He stared at her for a moment, then shrugged and released her, the brief animation in his eyes fading back into emptiness. "Well, I suppose you're still upset after Dietrich. However, if you change your mind, I'm more than willing to accommodate you. I'm sure I can even maintain my integration if that's what you want."

"No…I…" Panic was threatening to overwhelm her. She bit her lip, clenched her fists in the fold of her skirt so hard her fingers went numb. "I…excuse me." she turned toward the door, just as it opened to reveal Helga standing in the doorway.

She didn't wait for him to dismiss her, she just shoved past the Ice Witch, moving as quickly as she dared for the safety of her quarters.

As the door closed behind Esther, Helga turned and bowed to the man before her. I beg your pardon, "Mein Herr. I hope I haven't interrupted anything."

"Hmmm…no, not really." Cain shrugged. "I thought, since she's so fond of 02, that we might get a little better acquainted, but she wasn't interested." Another shrug. "I suppose it's because she's still upset over Dietrich."

"She is a foolish little Terran." Helga shook her head imperiously. "Letting a creature like von Lohengrin occupy her thoughts for any longer than it takes for him to be out of her sight. And to have refused you, my lord…she is truly foolish." She took a step forward.

"Well, I suppose she is still fond of 02. Abel always did charm the women." Cain smiled.

"If she has refused you over your brother, then she is truly misguided." Helga moved forward, until her hand just touched Cain's. He turned to her, faint curiosity in his gaze. Helga met the blue eyes squarely. "If it were me, my lord, then I would gladly give you anything you asked." She stepped closer. "Only request it of me, and I will give you whatever you desire that is within my power."

"Hmmm…well, I could use some entertainment. So then…what were you thinking?" One hand reached up to touch her cheek.

Helga took another step forward, so that her body was less than an inch from his. "Whatever you ask my lord. If the little Albion wench has left you frustrated..." her hands came up and touched him lightly on the abdomen. "…then allow me to ease your frustrations. And if it is pleasure you desire, my lord…" She shifted that slight distance closer. "…I am very skilled. My late husbands were good teachers." She leaned into him.

"Hmmm…well, I suppose…if you really think you can satisfy me. Although…" There was a glitter of faint amusement in his tone. "I don't think this is the sort of thing a lady normally does."

Helga smiled. "A lady serves her lord, Mein Herr, in whatever capacity her requires." Her fingers moved an inch lower, to rest on his waistband, and she pressed against him. "Do with me as you will."

"I see." Cain moved slightly, then his mouth came down hard on hers. Rough hands came up to the shoulders of the black uniform Helga wore.

She shrugged out of it, and her shirt as well, then looked up. "Shall I give you release my lord?" Her hands tugged at the front of his pants gently.

Cain didn't bother to answer, only pulled her against him. Helga responded, pulling the fasteners free on his pants, then pushing downward to free his body. Her hands came up to touch his chest as his hands reached her waist and roughly shoved the lower half of her uniform down. "My lord, what would you have me do?" She was breathing hard, as she looked into his face. "Is there somewhere you would prefer…?"

"Well, right here is fine." Cain tilted his head.

"As you wish, my lord." Helga breathed the words, then pressed herself against him, pressing her lips to his shoulder, the closest place she could reach.

She gasped only a little as Cain pushed her back against the wall, his body hard against hers. In answer, she rubbed against him, widening her stance slightly to accommodate him.

Cain's hands brushed across her. Then he pulled back, drew her roughly to the floor on her back, and rolled so that he was above her. Helga shifted her legs wider, arched her back slightly. Cain's body shifted against her, and then suddenly, he shoved forward, into her.

Helga gasped as Cain thrust into her, claiming her. There was no gentleness about him, and his expression never changed. He pinned her, taking her. Helga held his shoulders as he moved, gasping with the force of his body in hers, until finally they both peaked. Then he withdrew, and dropped to the floor next to her, that calm look of amusement still on his face.

Helga took a few deep breaths, then reached out to touch him. "Mien Herr?" she shifted to speak into his ear. "Did I give you satisfaction, my lord?"

A slight smile touched the corner of his mouth. "Well, I suppose I did get some release from it." He studied one hand with a distant expression on his face. "It is nice to know Isaac at least got that all right. With everything else so unstable, it's nice to know I haven't lost that."

He moved then, lifting gracefully to his feet. "I suppose, if 02 still feels like this, then it isn't as surprising that Esther is so fond of him." He shrugged. "Well, I can afford to wait for her to come around, after all…especially if 02 is playing hard to get." He turned and started for the other room.

Helga sat up. "My lord."

"It's about time for my regeneration again." He stopped, and turned a cool look to her. "I do appreciate your services Ice Witch. I'll be certain to tell Isaac how helpful you've been." Then he vanished, shutting the door behind him.

In her rooms, Esther waved off Sieglinds inquiries, and settled herself in a chair near the bed. Her mind was whirling with fear, but away from Cain, she'd managed to control herself somewhat.

That man…he wanted…he wanted to… Her mind shut off the rest of that thought. She bit her lip. I…I have to get out of here. I knew that before, but the way things are going…I…either Dietrich or the Contra Mundi will… She stopped that line of thinking as well. She couldn't afford to think of what Cain had wanted, what Dietrich had almost done to her.

I need…I know I'm in Germanicus, so if I go south…I should be able to cross into Vatican territory. I just need enough of a head start. And a weapon of some sort. She considered the clothing she had. One of the dresses I use to go to the tower should be sufficient, and I can get food from the table. I just need a way to be able to cross the front doors, or to find another way out. She bit her lip, clenching her fist in renewed determination. Father…I can't afford to think of things between us right now. For now, I just have to concentrate on returning to the Vatican, and then to Albion. That's all.