(AN) AUTHOR'S NOTES: Happy Holidays everyone. I am extremely sorry for such long delayed update then before. I have been having major PC problems and need to get not a whole new Pc with tower and all. My old one burned out the motherboard anyway and I need a new one badly not what I wanted for the xmas but I do love it. I also got some new accessories to add along with cash I need desperately to pay some more expresses of mine and bills. I hope you all are having a fun holiday season and vacation of from school and work for a while.
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DISCLAIMER: All rights to Trinity Blood was created and © by late Yoshida Sunao, the anime directed by Tomohiro Hirata and produced by the studio GONZO, as well as a manga drawn by Yoshida Sunao's friend Kiyo Kyoujou. All © rights revered by their respective owners. I own nothing except © to this story, it's plot and it's OC's that will eventually show within later chapters.
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Warning:This fan fiction is rated (M) AKA Lemon. This story is ABSOULTLY NOT suitable for children or teens below the age of 16 [So if you're under the age limit turn back now, come back when you old enough to read this. I'd rather not get flamed nor sued by parents whom are just looking for trouble in places their underage children should not be looking nor reading for that matter. This story contains strong explicit adult themes and sexual ones such slight foreplay - as in hand sex, one-sided yuri, bisexuality, Attempted Rape, Explicit Sex or anything else mild to hard core kinky for that matter!, references to violence, and strong coarse language. If this disturbs you, do not read any further.
Notice: Trinity Blood War Continuum takes place one month after the events from the anime's finale episode 24 along with some elements, characters and things that will be used and taken from both manga's Rage Against the Moons (RAM), Reborn on the Mars (ROM). In addition to some spoilers from stories untold notes left by Yoshida Sunao which he intended to finish off the manga series supposedly. Basically 50/50 will be used on both the anime and manga to those whom are more familiar with manga then others will see this implants as the story develops. Trinity Blood is set in a post-apocalyptic world where the Roman Catholic Church/the Vatican is portrayed as a military and spiritual power. The series also strongly implies major and controversial changes in the Church of present reality, such as women being bishops, cardinals as well as romantic relationships and marriages between members of the clergy. If this disturbs you of form or shape of or on imagination then do not read this story.
Trinity Blood: War Continuum - Chapter Eighteen - Escape and Safety
Esther sighed and settled back against the couch, watching Sieglind put away the cloak she'd worn for her daily trip to the north tower. She wanted to relax, but she couldn't. There were too many thoughts whirling through her mind. Instead, she contented herself with opening the book she'd taken from the shelves, idly scanning it while she considered the issues that bothered her.
The past week had been exhausting. Her days were spent in wary watchfulness, careful of every movement. Her time outside her rooms was spent searching for possible escape routes and avoiding Dietrich. Within her quarters, she was careful not to do anything to put Sieglind on guard, or to arouse the suspicions of the Order members who dropped by to see her every so often.
Isaac had come by once, to check her health. Remembering, Esther fingered a half-healed mark on her elbow, the site of a needle mark from where he'd drawn blood. He claimed it was for tests and the thought of what kind of tests he might conduct was one she didn't want to examine too closely.
Balthasar had come by twice, bearing flowers and wine. He'd been polite, and more than courteous enough, but there was something in his voice, in the offhand way he said things, that was unnerving for her. She had learned from him that both the Vatican and Empire were apparently looking for her, but he'd given her no details. Instead, he'd turned back to comment on the wine, saying he had no interest in discussing vulgar things like battles, bloodshed and violence. He'd offered to send Kaspar by with more information, but she'd declined. She didn't trust the odd man, and the memory of his mouth on her neck, and his comments about her blood made her stomach clench. She didn't dare go near him.
To her surprise, even the Ice Witch had come by. She'd been insulting, and her manners had been cool, but all she'd done was deliver the message that the Contra Mundi wanted to see her. That, and comment on the inferiority of Esther's taste in decorations.
Esther shivered, her fingers tensing on the spine of the book. Cain…she bit her lip, trying to control the fear that went through her at thoughts of him.
He'd summoned her every day for the past week. He'd made no more attempts to take her blood, and she half suspected that the blood Isaac took had wound up in his system. The thought comforted her a little, but…it wasn't her main concern.
Cain had returned to his cool, detached self since that night, but his remarks about Seth, Abel and Lilith had become much more pointed over the past week. And much darker, more violent. Though his manners were polite enough, he'd developed a habit of standing closer to her, and every now and then his hand would brush her arm or her face. And not a day went by when he didn't suggest she join him. Subtle hints and gentle touches, but they still reminded her of when he'd seized her in that iron grip and kissed her. They also reminded her of just how powerless she was against him.
Esther's fingers clenched hard around the book. She bit her lip, gritting her teeth against the feelings of frustration and despair that welled up inside her. She'd hoped, at first, that Cain's apparent attachment to her meant she could gain more freedom. But while he'd granted her permission to carry weapons, she'd gotten nothing else from him. In fact, it felt more as if he were trying to tighten his grip around her.
"Mistress, are you unwell? Your readings indicate significant agitation." Sieglind's monotone broke into her thoughts.
Esther immediately forced her hands to relax. She lifted her head and gave the Doll a quick smile. "It's all right. I was just thinking…ever since that incident with Dietrich, I've been having trouble sleeping." Which was true. She let her expression turn rueful. "I'm a little embarrassed about it, but…I can't help worrying he'll try something again."
"Negative. Master von Lohengrin has been ordered to remain away from your apartments. As your guard, I have been authorized to use whatever methods necessary to ensure he does not bother you." The voice held no emotion, but one hand flicked up to brush the sword she wore. "Mein Herr has authorized use of maximum force. Failure to comply with orders may result in the Puppet Master's termination. My Lady has no need for concern."
Esther stared at the Doll, surprised. She hadn't realized that Cain had given orders for Dietrich to be killed if he approached her. Esther felt her shoulders tense. She was relieved that Cain was protecting her, but…her hand stole to the faint scar on her wrist. He'd barely noticed when she was attacked then, and she wasn't sure what to make of his new behavior. She pushed the thought carefully to the back of her mind, and returned her attention to the book.
She'd almost managed to relax a little when knock on the door startled her out of her half-doze. She blinked, then rose to her feet as Helga entered. "Lady von Vogelweide. Is there something I can do for you?"
"Hmph. As if I would need anything from you." The dark-haired woman gestured imperiously. "Mein Herr wishes to see you. Come." She stopped and studied Esther a moment, then sniffed critically. "Change your clothing first, girl, and freshen yourself up. Even a Terran should know better than to appear before Mein Herr like that." She waved a hand irritably. "I will wait, so do not waste my time."
Esther tensed. "You needn't wait." She lifted her chin slightly, straightening her spine. "I'm certain I can manage."
Helga shrugged. "I do not care if you can manage or not." She flicked her fingers in an impatient gesture. "I have been ordered to bring you to Mein Herr, and I will do so. Hurry up, or I will inform him you do not wish to come." A faint, malicious smile touched her mouth. "He will probably send von Kampfer or von Lohengrin for you then. If you do not wish to see them, run along and get changed."
Esther clenched her fists at the tone, but drew herself up proudly. Just because Helga had hit a nerve, didn't mean she had to give the woman the satisfaction of knowing it. "If you'll excuse me then. I'm sure Sieglind can offer you refreshment while you wait. I won't be long." With a curt nod, she turned took the clothing Sieglind offered her, and moved into the bathing room to change. Once inside, she shut the door, then sighed and turned to lean against the wall, looking into the mirror across the room, thinking.
Helga was wearing an Order jacket with silver insignia embroidered on the shoulders and breast. The jacket was cut to compliment her figure, fastening at the waist in a way that showed off her ample chest, and flaring just enough to show her hips to good advantage. The three quarter sleeves revealed her slim wrists, adorned with bracelets, and the ring on each hand. Underneath, she wore a dark purple-black dress, formfitting, but simple and elegant in design. It had a low collar and hugged her frame, and though the skirt was nearly to the floor, it was slit provocatively up the sides to mid-thigh, revealing her slim legs. Her six inch heels made her taller, almost a match for the Contra Mundi in height.
Esther sighed, looking at her own reflection. The plain rust-red dress she wore was no match for Helga's elegant attire, any more than her shoulder-length red hair was a match for the waterfall of blue-black tresses Helga wore tied back. Though they were both fair, but Esther's skin had long been tanned and roughened by weather and work. It was no match for Helga's alabaster beauty.
Esther started to pull off her dress, then frowned. Why…why does it matter so much to me if I compare to that woman? She pulled the dress over her head and went to the sink to run warm water for a quick scrub. She frowned. She knew Helga wanted Cain but…It's not as if I want that man interested in me. So…we aren't competing for anything. And being in the AX, she'd gotten used to being the plain duckling. Noelle had been beautiful, Monica dressed like a boy, Caterina was stunning, and even Kate was extremely pretty.
She puzzled over the thoughts as she dried off and drew on the silver-blue formal dress Sieglind had chosen for her. The low cut made it fairly easy to fasten in the back. She settled it over her shoulders, brushed out her hair, and returned to the other room.
Sieglind immediately stepped over and began to adjust the dress for the best fit. Helga gave her a grudging appraisal, then sniffed again. "Well, you do clean up well enough, for a Terran wench."
Esther stiffened, trying to fight back her first response. As she gazed at the other woman's frown, she understood. I…may not want the attention of the Contra Mundi, but she does. And right now…he's watching me. But…he's the only protection I have against the other people in this place. So even though, under other circumstances, I'd yield, I can't afford to right now. Without his protection, the best she could hope for was to be at Isaac or Dietrich's mercy. More likely, he would kill her, just to break the Alliance and to hurt Abel. Esther clenched her fists, determined to do whatever it took to prevent that.
Helga made a soft, disparaging noise. "Well, at least you do have some spirit, for a Terran girl." She shrugged and turned toward the door as Sieglind rose. "Were you not Mein Herr's favored woman, I would teach you your place. However, we have kept him waiting long enough."
Esther followed the other woman down the familiar hallway to Cain's rooms. At the doors, she quickly stepped forward, around Helga, and took the handle. "Thank you for your escort. I will announce myself." Before Helga could comment, she stepped inside, hoping she'd managed to hide her nervousness.
Cain was standing in the main room. He was also fully dressed, in his usual dark pants and red-trimmed white jacket. Esther breathed a sigh of relief. He turned at her entrance, and an empty smile touched his mouth. "Lady Esther." He studied her a moment. "That took a while."
Esther shook her head, bowing it slightly to hide her expression. "Lady von Vogelwiede was kind enough to suggest I change before I came."
Cain nodded, his eyes distant. "Well, the Ice Witch does know my preferences, even if she is jealous of you." Esther looked up, startled, and his smile widened a fraction. He moved forward suddenly, to brush one hand across her cheek. "Hadn't you guessed, my dear?" There was a faint note of amusement to his voice. But before she could respond, he'd moved away again, staring at the wall. "But you know, that isn't why I asked to see you." He paused a moment. "It appears my dear brother is on the move. He seems quite incensed this time."
Esther stiffened. "Father Nightroad? He's…I don't understand." Esther swallowed hard, hoping not to betray her hope for more news.
Traces of amusement and affection echoed in Cain's voice when he spoke again. "Well, it does appear that 02 has been searching everywhere for you, my dear. I've even heard that he went all the way to America."
"America?" That was a reference Esther didn't know, except for vague references in pre-Armageddon stories.
"Of course. That is where 03's lab was." Cain shrugged. "But it seems Abel returned. I've heard that 03 asked him to come and assist her." He shrugged again. "My dear brother's done quite a bit of damage to my operations in the Empire." His gaze was unconcerned, and his voice, when he spoke, was actually slightly amused. "Ten minor encampments, but it looks like 02 destroyed all of them. It appears he didn't even take prisoners." He tilted his head, gazing at her with amused eyes. "It might be that he's just getting a little low on energy again, but it's rather refreshing to hear that he's doing so well."
Esther felt a chill run down her spine. Cain's words evoked the memory of when Abel had rescued her from Fleur du Mal. The room full of bodies rose in her memory, along with Abel's anguished expression. She shoved the memory away and snatched for something else to say. "You said…bases in the Empire. But…why?" She hesitated a moment, forming the connections in her mind. "Why do you want to destroy them? I mean…the Empress…" She swallowed hard.
"If the Empress is your sister, then why?"
A faint, thoughtful line touched his face for a fraction of an instant. "03 always was rather distant with me. She likes Abel much better."
Esther blinked. "But still, if she's your sister…shouldn't you protect her?"
Cain shrugged. "I don't really think so. After all, she's giving Abel so much trouble, asking him to come clear things up for her." he regarded her with that cool smile of his. "Besides, my dear…I am the Enemy of the World." He reached out, brushed a feather-light touch along her jaw. "Really, I went to such lengths to destroy that place…the lab where that woman was created. But then 03 went and restored it, and now she's hindering my attempts to access the information I want. She should know better."
Esther shivered. The tone of his voice was exactly the same as it had been months ago, when he'd blown a hole in Abel's chest. She clenched a fist, trying to think of a way to change the topic, when something he'd said leaped out at her. "You said…the place where…where she was created?"
"Of course. Hasn't Abel told you?" Cain turned to regard her with eyes that carried a ghost of amusement. Then the ever-present smile widened just a fraction. "02 didn't tell you? All of us, Abel and 03 and I…we were all born in labs, my dear. And now, 03 is protecting Lilith's old lab, and she's asked Abel to help her." He shrugged, the slight interest leaving his eyes. "Really though, it's better for Abel if it's all destroyed. I thought I'd completely laid waste to that place, but since 03 revived it…" He shrugged again and turned from her. "I suppose I'll have to destroy it again."
Esther stiffened, reeling mentally under the shock. Born…in labs? But how…why? Father…what…what does he mean? She wanted to demand an explanation, but she couldn't think how to. She wanted to argue against Cain's plan of destruction, but she knew he wouldn't listen. He genuinely believed that destroying human civilization was the best thing for Abel. She clenched her fists, unable to think of a single thing to say. Her head was suddenly pounding. Finally, she bit her lip and lowered her gaze, speaking softly. "I…I beg your pardon but…I'm afraid I don't feel well all of a sudden. I didn't sleep well last night, so I'm afraid I'm a little tired. If you'd excuse me…"
"Hmmm." Cain's glance returned to her, then he studied the back of his hand. "Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt for me to return to my regeneration." He turned his back on her and waved one hand in a graceful dismissal before entering the other room.
Esther didn't wait for a second thought. She turned and exited, heaving a sigh of relief as she closed the door behind her. Helga was nowhere in sight, though Sieglind was standing at attention in the hallway. Esther gave the Doll a quick nod, the hurried down the hallway to the sanctuary of her own rooms. As she changed into a light lounging robe and settled down to the meal Sieglind served her, her mind was turning over the things Cain had told her.
Father Nightroad…he's looking for me. Her head was spinning, and her heart felt like it was pounding in her chest. Father…why? After everything I said to you…are you still trying to save me? The thought that he might still care for her gave her hope, and a strange sort of joy, but still…she wasn't sure she wanted him to come for her. Her fingers clenched tight around her utensils. To rescue her, he'd have to come here. She had no doubt he'd use the violence he'd used before, rescuing her from Fleur du Mal. But she remembered the pain it had caused him, and she wasn't sure she wanted to see that expression on his face again. Worse, to save her, he'd have to face the man who'd already killed him once. Her shoulders tensed. Father…please, be careful.
Her thoughts wouldn't settle. She tried reading, but her mind kept circling back to Abel. Finally, she set the book aside and retired for the night, still thinking about him.
She wasn't sure what woke her, much later. The room was dark, courtesy of Sieglind. Esther frowned, puzzled. She was used to waking with bad dreams, but she'd been sleeping fairly peacefully. She sat up, looking around the darkened room.
The curtains hadn't been drawn, which was unusual. She blinked, then stiffened as her eyes finally made out the darkened shape standing by the corner. She pulled the sheets up defensively, her hand going for the knife tucked beneath her pillow. "Who's there?"
"There's no need to be concerned, Esther." Esther froze, as a light flared and Cain stepped forward into it. He was wearing only pants. She couldn't see his eyes in the dim lighting, but there was amusement in his voice.
Esther swallowed hard, her fingers clenching on the knife hilt. "What are you doing here?"
He shrugged, and settled on the edge of the bed with a lazy grace. "Well, you did say you were having trouble sleeping. I thought I'd come and make sure you were well tonight. After all, Abel would be terribly upset with me if I didn't do something like that."
"I…I'm fine." Esther bit her lip. "Last night, it was just…I was a little tired today. I appreciate your concern, but…it really is unnecessary."
"I see…well then." He studied her. "If that's the case, then perhaps you won't mind letting go of that knife."
Esther swallowed, but forced her hand to release the hilt. She knew it wouldn't hurt him anyway. Cain reached past her, and lifted the blade, studying it. "This is something Sieglind gave you, correct? But what were you doing, sleeping with something like this, my dear?" His eyes were amused, but there was something dark within them that Esther didn't dare examine too closely.
She looked away. "After…after Dietrich…I didn't know you'd given orders for him to leave me alone. And Dietrich…he's the type who will do something just because someone told him to stop, sometimes."
"Hmm…That is true. After all, he's attacked 02 twice, and I did give orders that my brother was to be left alone."
"I…I was concerned, that he might do something, so I kept that with me."
He laughed softly. "Well, I suppose that kind of caution is wise. However, my dear, if you were truly concerned, you really only needed to speak to me."
Esther felt something twist in her gut. "I…I don't understand."
He smiled, and one hand brushed her cheek. "Well, I did say it, didn't I? 02 and I, we're really quite a lot alike. And Abel...well, he does worry about you. So…if you were concerned, all you had to do was ask me. After all, even Dietrich won't bother you if I'm here, my dear."
Esther felt like her blood was freezing in her veins. "I…but…"
He shifted, moving closer. "You know, you never did answer my question about 02." He met her eyes. "Did you want to be with my brother?" His hand came up to her face. "If you want me to protect you, I'm sure I can manage at least that. And if Abel was what you wanted, well, I don't mind showing you how it works with us. After all, even in this form, I can manage that much. Ice Witch was kind enough to help me determine that."
Esther bit her lip. She didn't want to examine that thought. She didn't want to think about what he was offering her. She averted her eyes from that odd expression in his face. "I…I'm very sorry, but I really…I really don't understand." She shifted backward a little. "I…appreciate your concerns, but I'm fine now. And I…well, I don't think it's proper for you to be in here like this." She took a deep breath. "It's kind of you to offer to protect me, but I really do feel like it's all right now. I'm sorry if I concerned you, but I'm sure if I can just go back to sleep, I'll be all right in the morning. So you should probably return to your regeneration, and get some rest yourself."
For a long, awful moment, she thought he'd refuse. Then he shrugged and rose from the bed. "If you say so, my dear. Though you know, I wouldn't need my integration chamber if you agreed to help me."
"I…well, I can't really help you in this condition."
"Very well." He turned and vanished, and a moment later Esther heard the nearly soundless click of the door latch sliding into place.
She clenched the covers around her, shivering in reaction. She had no doubt that Cain had wanted for more than protecting her. Her heart was pounding and her hands were shaking as she tried to fight back the panic that overwhelmed her.
Things were getting out of control. She'd planned to be patient, and look for an opening, or try to gain his confidence and win her freedom that way. But now…she had no choice. She had to escape soon, before either Cain or Dietrich got tired of waiting. She bit her lip, fighting back tears.
She knew where she was. She had weapons and clothing. But still, she couldn't find the way out. She was barred from the front doors, barred from the plane hangar, and followed by Sieglind unless she was actively talking to another member of the Order. She had no chance of getting past Cain, and she doubted that any of the others would help her. Helga might want to see her gone, but even the Ice Witch wouldn't defy Cain for her sake. And none of the others had even that motivation. Dietrich might have helped her simply for the pleasure of defying the Contra Mundi, but she knew that he'd never do so now that he was determined to possess her. Esther sat in bed, wrestling with her fears, until sleep finally claimed her once more.
The next morning, she woke in a bleak mood. Her feeling of despair had abated somewhat, but she couldn't shake the dark mood that still hung over her. She sat up, shaking her head to clear it. As she did so, her eyes fell on the knife Cain had left resting on the bed. The sight of the gleaming hilt reminded her of what she'd told him regarding it's use. And as it did so, a plan came to her. Dietrich. He's…cocky, and he must be irritated at being refused by the Contra Mundi. It's dangerous, but if I can prevent him from using his strings on me, I can possibly overpower him. And if I can do that…there might be a way for me to escape. But if I fail… One fist clenched. If she failed, her chance at escape would be gone. More than that, Dietrich would exact a full revenge for her attempt. And being raped by him would be the beginning of her worries. No…I can't think of that now.
"Mistress?" Sieglind stepped around the bed.
"Sieglind. I'm sorry, is it breakfast time already? I was thinking about something else."
"Positive. Mein Herr has requested your presence as soon as you have finished eating and getting dressed."
Esther nodded and rose. "I understand. And if you don't mind, there's a message I'd like for you to carry to someone for me." She moved over to the desk, and wrote a quick note. "Please, take this to Dietrich von Lohengrin for me."
"Contact with von Lohengrin is not recommended at this time." The Doll made no move to accept the note.
"I know. But, if I keep avoiding him, I'll only continue to be frightened. I want…I want to settle things between us, and make things clear with him. Otherwise, I will have to keep running from him. So please."
"As you command. However, I will inform My Lord." Sieglind took the note.
"I understand. But please, tell him my reasoning as well."
"Positive." With that, the Doll turned and left the room.
Esther took a deep breath, then settled at the table. Her eyes drifted over the bottle of fruit juice left for her morning meal, then the bottle of wine she'd had with dinner for the past few nights. All right. I guess this is it. From here on, I'll either escape, or I'll be trapped. She bent to her food. It felt like sawdust in her mouth, but she knew she couldn't afford not to eat. Otherwise, she'd have no strength for what she intended.
Sieglind appeared as she was finishing. "Master has approved your actions. Are you ready to bathe and dress, Mistress?"
"Yes." Esther set aside her napkin and rose from the table. "I'd appreciate it. And if there's something special in the wardrobe, I'd like to wear it please."
"Positive. I will make an appropriate selection." Sieglind exited into the bathing room, and returned a few moments later. "Your bath is ready, Mistress."
Esther nodded. She entered, stepped into the steaming tub, and settled back, letting the heat relax her muscles. She felt tense, but she knew she didn't dare to show any signs of the nervousness she felt. This whole plan required her to appear confident. She took a few deep breaths, then began washing up. Cain was waiting for her.
Half an hour later, she was out, dressed, and surveying herself in the mirror. She'd asked Sieglind to pick something impressive, and she had to admit, the Doll had surpassed even her expectations.
The dress she wore was black and gold, full length with a golden translucent cape falling from the shoulders. The sleeves were another set of the wide, off-the-shoulder straps, black and attached to the body of the dress with golden braid. From there, the top was low cut to just cover her chest with a pale gold bodice, then slashed down the middle, nearly to her navel. A small sapphire and gold brooch settled at the bottom of the hollow, just over her belly button. The waist of the dress was decorated with a golden belt of sorts, which dipped into a v shape at the front. The body of the dress was black, but the belt supported a thin golden veil that fell over the skirt, reaching to just an inch or so above the floor. It was just short enough that she could avoid stepping on the skirt in her heels.
For jewellery, she'd allowed Sieglind to give her a gold necklace, adorned with a pendant of jet and dark sapphires. She'd also consented to having her hair brushed and decorated with a black and light blue bow, fastened with a golden clasp. Altogether, the ensemble was striking, and the colors made it oddly reminiscent of an Order uniform. Esther studied it, then nodded. This was exactly the kind of effect she'd been hoping for.
Sieglind let her study it for a few moments, then gestured. "My Lord is waiting."
"Of course. I'm coming." Esther turned and strode to the door.
Dietrich was standing in the hallway, an amused look on his face. As she stepped out, he looked her up and down. "Well now, Esther, that's very nice. You do look quite impressive."
Sieglind was immediately between them. "You have orders to avoid this premise. You will depart."
Esther held up a hand and touched the Doll's shoulder. "It's all right. I did say he should come to speak with me. And he's not in my rooms." She turned her head to face Dietrich, meeting his amused gaze with her own. "I…there's something I want to say to you. I have to go speak to the Contra Mundi right now, but afterward…I want to speak to you."
Dietrich flicked his fingers in a careless gesture. "Well, I don't mind, but I suspect your Doll here might have an issue with that. And I was ordered to avoid your rooms."
"I know. But if it's all right…after I speak to him, I'll come to your rooms, all right?" She held his gaze.
He shrugged. "Well, it's fine by me. But do make sure you get Mein Herr's permission. I'd hate for there to be a misunderstanding." He offered her a dark grin. "Well then, I'll see you later."
Esther nodded, and Dietrich walked away. She turned and followed Sieglind.
Cain was standing in the main room when she entered, the light glinting off his golden hair. He was wearing all black again, and he was barefoot, but she was relieved to see him dressed. He turned as she entered an odd smile on his face. "Esther. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, actually." She moved forward to stand near him. "I…after you left, I had some trouble getting back to sleep, but…I really did sleep quite well last night."
"I see. But if you had trouble falling asleep when I left, then perhaps I should have stayed." His hand touched hers.
Esther shook her head quickly. "No. I really…I'm not comfortable with having people near me when I sleep. Even though I used to live in a church, I still find it…disconcerting. And with Father Nightroad, and how much you resemble him…I really wouldn't feel comfortable with you there right now."
"Ah…well, if that's the way you feel…" He shrugged, disinterest in his eyes. "You should tell me if you ever change your mind." He studied the painting on the wall for a moment, then spoke again. "Sieglind tells me that you've decided to speak to Dietrich again."
"Yes." Esther swallowed. "I…I want to confront him about what happened. I can't afford to be afraid of him forever. And I want to make it clear how I feel about things."
"I see. However…if you wish, I'll eliminate him for you." Esther looked up to see a faint smile in his eyes. "Really, he is such a troublesome boy. If you want him taken care of, it's not a problem for me."
"No. I appreciate the offer, but this is something I want to handle for myself." She met his eyes. "I don't want someone else to take care of it for me. I'll get my knife from my rooms before I leave though."
True amusement shimmered in his eyes. "I suppose that's one of the things 02 likes about you. He likes to handle his own problems too." He shrugged again. "Very well. I won't interfere for now." He gestured. "You might as well go take care of things, my dear."
Esther nodded. "Thank you." She turned, and left, trying not to let her relief show too much on her face.
She returned to her rooms, found her knife, and settled it into the back sheath. She considered changing her dress, but she liked the effect. And she hoped that wearing it would put Dietrich off his guard. She needed him as relaxed as possible. If he suspected anything, she'd be in trouble. She turned to the silent guard beside her. "Where are Dietrich's rooms?"
"I will escort you."
Esther shook her head. "It really isn't necessary. I'd rather handle this on my own, this time. If I need you, I'll call. But right now…I'd rather talk to Dietrich by myself. And, you're probably due for some maintenance, right?"
"Positive. I will escort you to von Lohengrin, and then return to Master Melchior." Sieglind turned away and Esther followed her. Together, they descended to the second floor. Sieglind stopped by the third door on the left. "These are Master von Lohengrin's quarters."
"Thank you. I'll let you go now." Esther nodded to the Doll, took a deep breath, then pushed the door open.
Dietrich was lying sprawled across a couch, playing idly with a rose stem. He looked up, the rose to his feet. "Esther." A cold smile touched his face as she shut the door behind her. "You know, I really didn't think you'd come. After our last little session together…well, you've seemed a bit reluctant."
Esther bit her lip. "I know. But…Dietrich…do you remember Istvan?" She met his eyes.
"Well, I suppose I do. After all, I did meet you there. But I don't see how that quite applies to the situation." He regarded her coolly.
"I…it's just…well, I thought we were friends. Even…even knowing you lied, that you used me…I still can't help remembering that. How you encouraged me, and helped me. How you went and got things to assist me. You even…you even did cleaning duty at the chapel, because I asked you to. I…I was angry you betrayed me…but it was because you had your orders, right? And…those times in the Empire…that was because of your orders too, wasn't it?" She looked away from him, trying not to let him read her gaze.
"Well, it was orders, but…" Suddenly he was standing before her, one finger touching her cheek. "I have to admit, it was fun too. I do like toying with people. You should know that by now, Esther."
"I know…but…" She couldn't figure out what to say.
"Well, since we're on the subject…" He leaned down. "You know, we never did get to finish. I was under the impression that you were rather against it, but…"
She pulled away, then turned to face him, allowing her anger to rise to the surface. "I hate being forced to do things like that. Being manipulated, being held against my will and forced to do something like that…that was what I hated."
"Hmmm…" He tilted his head. "So, are you saying that if I didn't force you, you'd be willing to do something like that?" He took a step forward, and laid a finger on her jaw. "That if I asked you without my little toys, you'd actually take me up on it?"
"I…I don't know. I just know…I hate being forced into something like that." She looked away.
"I see. Well, that certainly is an interesting development. But, I wonder…why the sudden change of heart?"
"I…it's just…" She swallowed. "I…the Contra Mundi…what he wants from me…I don't want to do that either. And we're both humans. And…after we were partners and friends in Istvan…even if it meant nothing to you…I had to know. And I thought, perhaps…"
"That I'd help you out, for old times sake? Is that it?" Cruel amusement touched his voice. "Really, you should know by now that I'm not that sentimental."
"No. Not that." Esther tensed. "I thought…that at least we might be able to talk." She met his eyes. "I won't be used by you like that…but I…I'm willing to at least speak to you."
"I see. Willing to bargain with the devil? Really, you are such a naïve young girl. But…you're so forceful too." He laughed. "I suppose that's something I love about you, the way you can be so determined, and so innocent." He stepped forward again. "So…shall we play again?" his eyes drifted over her outfit. "I have to admit, that does look stunning on you. But if you want to talk…I rather like my outfit for you better. It's much more…relaxed, shall we say."
Esther pulled away. "I told you…I won't be used like that. I…right now, I'd rather stay like this, if you don't mind." She met his gaze. "I did bring something to share though, for that apology you wanted." She held up her hand, revealing the bottle she'd seized off the table in her rooms. "I know… you said you don't like alcohol, but this is just fruit juice."
"I see. And this constitutes a peace offering?" He raised one eyebrow. "I trust you know I can get something just as good for myself. Or better, seeing as how I have freedom to go outside."
"I know. But this was all I could get. And besides…" She turned, and set the bottle on the table. "Well, my throat is a bit dry, from talking to the Contra Mundi. I thought, perhaps, this would help me relax. And after that…"
"Well, that is an interesting suggestion. I will admit, Mein Herr is a little difficult, but I shouldn't think you'd have a problem. After all, not only is he fond of you, but he is like that Father you like so much."
Esther bit her lip. "Father Nightroad and I…we had an argument. If he's really so much like him…then I don't…I'd really rather not deal with it."
"Really? That is an interesting development." He shrugged, then moved to the table. "Well, I suppose I don't mind drinking with you, just this one time. However, I'd prefer it if something more interesting were to happen. After all, if you really want me to take you seriously, you're going to have to offer up more than a bottle of fruit juice."
The only safe thing to do was ignore that statement. Esther looked around. "Where are your cups?"
"Over there." Dietrich gestured. Esther moved to the cabinet, withdrew two cups, then set them down. She poured them both full, then turned and held one out to Dietrich. He eyed her with amusement. "Were you planning on serving me?" He looked her up and down. "Well, it does sound a bit amusing. If that's what you like, I have no objections to playing with you like that." He caught her gaze, perversion in his eyes. "Would you like that, Esther? Being my servant, in that angel dress with nothing else on? Bringing me drinks, and letting me have my way with you? Is that what you'd prefer? Or perhaps, you'd like to give me a little…extra service?" He took a drink, then stepped close enough for her to feel his body heat. "It's a little awkward in a dress like that, but with that kind of cut…we could have all sorts of fun." His finger traced the slash between her breasts, and he smiled coldly. "I wonder, how much do you have on under that?"
"I…Dietrich, please stop. I don't…please, not right now."
"Well, if you're going to be hesitant…" He shrugged and took another swallow of his drink. "I suppose I can wait, after all. Since you've already agreed that we can talk." He drained the glass.
Esther took a swallow of her own drink. Dietrich blinked, then his eyes widened. "Esther…you…" He swayed, then suddenly crumbled to the floor.
Esther released a soft breath, then turned to look at the bottle. While Sieglind was out, she'd emptied part of it, and replaced the contents with the wine from her dinner bottle. She'd hoped to make him intoxicated, then knock him out, but apparently he was more susceptible to the alcohol than she'd thought. She took another drink, then looked around.
The room was elegant, if sparsely furnished. Esther noted the furniture, but it was the wall across from her that caught her eyes. It was covered in heavy drapes. She moved over, curious, and pulled one back, then caught her breath.
The entire wall was windows, twice as tall as she was. A small balcony extended beyond, and a moment's search led her to the small, glass-paned door. She pushed it open, shivering slightly in the cool air, and stepped out. There was a smaller wall not far from her, that she recognized as the wall surrounding the enclosure. She stared. This is the west wall. I'd have preferred the south, but that's where the main courtyard is. But…if I could escape here, then I'd be able to run for the barren areas, then circle around. She studied the sunlight streaming through the windows. It's still day. The Auto-jagers aren't nearly as smart as the night guards. And only Dietrich or Sieglinde could come in pursuit. Or perhaps the Contra Mundi. The rest would have to wait until night, I think. If I could get away now…I might even manage to get a good head start.
Esther whirled and stepped back inside the room, her heart pounding. She took a few deep breaths. I have to think calmly about this, maximize my advantages. She took another breath and forced herself to think rationally. I need weapons, clothing, and food. I have my knife…and there's food on the table…so…. This dress isn't really suitable for running though. So let's see what Dietrich has.
She took another breath, then began to go through his rooms in a systematic search. She worked quickly, afraid of being caught by a summons, or of his awakening. The food she found could easily be tied in a napkin, and the wine she poured out and filled the bottle with water. Then, she went through his room, looking for anything that might be of use. When she opened the third drawer, she stopped, staring.
A small pistol lay in the drawer, with a spare clip. It looked exactly like the gun Dietrich had once given her, to force her to shoot Abel. She stared at it a moment, then reached down and picked it up. The weight told her it was already loaded. It's light, and it's not big like Father Tres' guns. I could carry this. And Dietrich…back at the church, he used silver coated bullets. These are probably more of the same. A weapon like this…I could even defend myself properly. She scooped up the gun and clip both, then shut the door. Now all I need is clothing.
She went to Dietrich's closet. As she'd feared, there were a number of dresses, obviously meant for her. All of them were as bad as the angel garb he'd forced on her, and some were so skimpy she wasn't sure they could be called dresses. None of them were practical for running in. She was about to give up, and see what she could do about shortening her skirt line, when she stopped frowning at the walls that contained Dietrich's clothing.
Dietrich and I…he's a little taller, but not that much. Not nearly as much as Father Nightroad. And even though we aren't built the same…it might work. And his clothing would be a sort of camouflage. She studied the outfits before her.
The uniform, she immediately rejected. The tailoring would make it impossible to wear well. Besides, having his uniform missing with him out cold in his room would be a dead give-away. She studied the other clothing, the casual things he wore. Finally, she reached out, and pulled a set of dark pants and a shirt off the racks.
Moving quickly, she pulled the dress off and laid it aside, then all the jewelry. The pants were tight, but she did manage to fasten them. The shirt was a little tight in the chest, but not too noticeably. She rummaged in his closet, stopping short when she came across as stash of feminine wear. The thought of why he'd had it made her feel sick, but it didn't stop her from selecting a bra to flatten her chest a bit more. She stopped, eyeing the shoes. They were a bit too big for her, but…she seized four pairs of socks, doubled them over her feet, and slipped the boots on. Though still a little loose, it would do for most things. Another quick search presented her with a long scarf she remembered him wearing, that she could wrap around her face and such to conceal her features. She pulled it out, then snatched the pocketed jacket she'd spotted and raced to the other room. She pulled on the jacket, wrapped the scarf around her face, then took a look in the mirror. It wasn't the best, but if she walked carefully, then it would pass. She nodded once, then turned to cram all her clothing into the farthest, darkest corner of his closet, and rearrange the clothing in front of it.
Dietrich was still unconscious. And there was no sound of anyone at the door. She stuffed the food into a pocket, tucked the gun in her belt, and the knife down one boot, then straightened, thinking. Going out the door would be easiest. But if anyone saw me…there'd be no question as to what I was doing. She turned to the windows, and stepped out onto the balcony. Its pretty far to drop but…the wall is uneven, and I've climbed better maintained ones in my Church uniform. From there… her eyes flickered to the wall. She knew there were guards. If I walk like Dietrich, act like I know what I'm doing, then they might not notice me. And then…all I have to do is wait for one moment when they aren't looking. The wall there isn't nearly as high. I can simply jump down, and move for the broken area.
Esther took a deep breath, then flung one leg over the railing and took a quick look for the first hand and foot holds. Her heart was pounding, and her stomach was knotted with fear. Even knowing that Dietrich was knocked out, and that the others were unlikely to be up by day, she half-expected the alarm to be raised. But it was still quiet. She flipped the rest of her body over the railing, then began to shimmy down the wall. It was even more battered than it looked, and she found good purchase, even in her over-sized boots. She hit the ground, took a few calming breaths, then straightened. Nonchalantly, she stuffed her hands into her pockets to hide the bulk of the food and water, and strolled toward the stairs leading to the wall top. She focused on maintaining a jaunty saunter, with a touch of arrogance to her step, as if she knew had every right to be there.
The auto-jagers were on patrol, one on her right, one on her left. She felt terrified, afraid they'd instantly notice she wasn't Dietrich. But she couldn't think of that. Instead, she focused on imitating Dietrich's careless grace, his lazy steps and his tendency to tilt his head to one side. He walked with his hands behind his back too, usually, but she couldn't do that and still hide the food, so she settled for squaring her shoulders and putting a little extra strut into her step.
By the time she reached the wall top, her heart was pounding like a drum, and she was almost shaky with adrenalin. But the auto-jagers ignored her. Either they weren't well enough programmed to be concerned, or her disguise was good enough. Esther strolled up to the dividing wall and, still imitating Dietrich, threw her legs over it, sitting on it like a boy perched on his favorite seat. She'd seen Dietrich sit like that any number of times, and had no doubt he did it here too. Sure enough, the guards never gave her a second glance. She sat slouched there for a few minutes, playing it cool and watching their movements. Then, in a quick, graceful motion, she leapt off the wall to the ground below. On the outside.
It was a long drop, and she nearly knocked the breath out of herself, hitting the ground. But she rolled to her feet quickly, backing up against the stone and leaning against it, as if relaxing. She waited a few minutes, but there was no sound from the guards above. No indication they'd even noticed her disappearance. She took a breath, and a swallow of water, then took off at a fast trot for the broken area. She wanted to run, but that would definitely attract notice. She ducked behind the jagged stones, rested a moment, then cautiously peered around the outcropping she'd landed behind.
The guards were still patrolling, exactly as if nothing had happened. Esther felt a grim smile flash across her face, then she pulled back. Saying a mental prayer that her luck would hold, she began the journey around to the southern wall, and the road home.
It took nearly an hour before she made it to the roadside. She wanted to leap onto it and run for all she was worth, but it would have been a disaster. She settled back, took a drink, then began working herself through the ruins paralleling the road, staying on the southern side of outcroppings when she could, crouching low and moving fast when she couldn't. Finally, the dark walls of the building faded into the distance. Esther blinked up at the sun, startled to see that it had passed noon already. She bit her lip, turned to look back at the dark structure. Then she stepped out onto the broken pavement and began to run.
The rest of the day passed in a daze for her. She ran as much as she could, until her legs felt rubbery and her eyes were blurring, her chest heaving for air. Then she'd slow to a fast walk, drinking small gulps of water from her bottle, or eating a little while she waited for feeling to return to her legs. In her right hand, she clenched the pistol she'd stolen from Dietrich. It was awkward, but she was determined that if her pursuers caught her, she'd get as many of them as she could. As soon as she felt stronger, she broke into a run again.
Far too fast, it seemed, the shadows began to lengthen into dusk. Esther felt a brief rush of despair. She was staggering with weariness. She'd been running for hours, and she could barely manage a staggering trot, let alone a proper run. The pistol felt as though it weighed a ton. And as fast as she'd tried to go, she knew that her pursuers would be able to move faster. Even if they didn't bring vehicles to chase her down, they were Methuselah. They could probably smell her blood, and they could certainly run both faster and longer than she could.
For a moment, she wanted to sit and weep. Then her hand tightened around her pistol. I will not give up! No matter what happens…I will not give in. Even if they catch me…even if they catch up to me, I'm still going to do my best to get away from them. I won't give up now! She gritted her teeth, took another drink, and forced herself to quicken her pace again.
The hours passed, and dusk gave way to night. Esther found herself staggering uncertainly as the last daylight faded. She didn't dare stay on the road too much further, but to run in the dark was dangerous. The double moons gave her some light, but still… She pushed herself forward, trying to ignore the spots swimming in front of her eyes.
Her head was pounding, her throat sore, and her chest aching. Staggering with fatigue, she stumbled against a rock and slumped against it, trying to rub the dirt and the exhaustion out of her eyes.
A soft sound, a scrape against pavement, jerked her upright. She tensed, frozen with her hand tightened around the gun. Then the sound came again. Esther looked in the direction, then eased herself around the boulder and looked. The sight that met her eyes made adrenalin surge through her system and set her hear to pounding.
There was a small group of people, walking the road in front of her. She saw three of them, before she ducked back down behind the boulder. There wasn't enough light to make out features from this distance, but the sight of them, here in this desolate place, scared her. She crouched down, holding her breath.
They were coming toward her. The soft scrape of shoes against the road was getting louder. They weren't speaking either. Terror thudded through her veins. She bit her lip, trying to decide what to do.
If they were Methuselah, they'd smell her there, hear her breathing. She wanted to curl up and hope they'd pass her by, but that wasn't an option. If they'd gone to the trouble of getting ahead of her, then they'd be looking behind every boulder. She shifted her grip on her gun. Her best move was to wait until they were closer, then try something drastic.
The soft footsteps were almost on top of her. Esther tensed, then burst from cover. She didn't bother to aim properly, just fired wildly at the three dark figures. All three flinched, and she heard one curse softly. She gave them no chance to recover, simply fired another shot to get them to duck, then ran for it, running blindly in hopes of losing them.
"Wait!" The voice sounded vaguely familiar, and that familiarity only served to frighten her further. She tried to force more speed out of her trembling legs.
"Wait a moment!" A strong hand seized her shoulder, stopping her flight. The sudden stop caused the scarf concealing her features to fall away. The figure holding her gasped. "Esther?"
With a cry that was almost a sob, Esther whirled and slammed her pistol into the nearest part of her captor's anatomy she could reach. She felt her fist connect, and he flinched, but didn't let her go. What little sense she had vanished into panicked hysteria. She sobbed and struck at him again. The figure holding her gasped as her hand, and the gun-grip, slammed into his body. Then a strong hand caught her wrist, stopping her terrified flailing. "Esther! Miss Esther, stop! It's all right!"
Esther froze as the words penetrated her terror. 'Miss Esther?' Dietrich and Cain both called her by name. The rest of Rosenkreutz called her by Lady Esther, or Your Majesty, or something of that sort. In fact, there was only one person she knew of who consistently called her that. She stood still, breathing hard, then blinked up at her captor through tear clouded eyes.
Dim light glittered off a heavy chain, falling to a wide, ornate crucifix. She let her gaze travel upward. Silver hair, not gold, touched his shoulders, wrapped in the black uniform of a priest. She looked up, finally. The moonlight glimmered off of oval wire spectacles, behind which winter blue eyes stared at her with concern. She gazed up into that face for a moment, only dimly aware of the gun clattering to the ground. One shaking hand reached up, almost of it's own accord, to rest against his chest. "Father?"
"It's all right, Miss Esther." His eyes were worried.
"Ah…" All the strength seemed to drain out of her in an instant. "Father…Nightroad…" She swayed, as darkness washed across her vision. The last thing she felt was his hands catching her shoulders as she toppled forward.
Abel caught Esther's slim frame as she fell forward, pulling her to his chest, then lifting her into his arms, just as Wordsworth and Vaclav rounded the boulders.
Wordsworth stopped, then ran a hand across his face. "Hah. I'm not nearly as young as I used to be." He took a breath. "So, Abel, you managed to catch our mysterious assailant. Any idea as to who he is?"
"She. Call Kate and have her inform the others…we've located and retrieved Esther." Abel looked down at the slender frame in his arms. "Tell Kate to rendezvous with us as soon as possible."
"Esther?" Vaclav stepped forward, as did Wordsworth. Both men looked at the girl lying limp in his arms, then William let out a surprised chuckle. "Well, so it is. But, honestly…how on earth did she get here? She must have escaped from the Order's grasp somehow, but still…"
"That's not our primary concern. We need to get her to safety as soon as possible. They're probably already looking for her. If we don't hurry, we might find ourselves fighting for her, and it's too dangerous."
"Relax Abel. I've already called Sister Kate." Havel lowered his hand from his comm clip. "I've given her our information. She says to return to the road and travel towards her. She'll fly towards us and pick us up as soon as possible. In the meantime, she'll pass word to the other strike teams.
"All right." Abel turned and moved back toward the road, moving with quick easy strides. Both men saw him shift to pull Esther closer to his chest. William and Vaclav exchanged a look, then hurried after their companion.
Esther woke slowly. Her mind still felt blurry with exhaustion. She blinked. There was a faint vibration around her, almost unnoticeable. It felt as if she was on an airship. She blinked again, looking at the darkened ceiling above her, then sat up slowly.
The sight that greeted her was a familiar ships infirmary room. She stared at the dimly lit walls, bewildered. This looks…this looks like the medical rooms on board the Iron Maiden. But I…how did I wind up here? She frowned, trying to recapture memories through the haze of exhaustion. I…I leapt the wall around the compound, disguised as Dietrich, then went to the road. I was running, and then…there were those men. I tried to get away, but they caught me and… She blinked at a hazy memory of winter-blue eyes and silver hair. She shifted in the bed, and her hand brushed something warm. She gasped and looked down.
Abel was sitting next to her bedside. Or rather…he had been sitting there. He'd apparently fallen asleep watching at her bedside, and he'd slumped over. Her fingers were brushing his left hand, partially pillowing his face. His glasses were askew, his silver hair disordered, his head and upper chest resting on the side of her mattress. Esther smiled. "Father Nightroad."
Abel didn't even stir, and Esther blinked, surprised. He was usually such a light sleeper. Generally, the slightest sound could wake him. She touched his shoulder lightly, shaking him a little. "Father Nightroad."
He didn't even move. She could feel the warmth of his body, and see that he was breathing, so he was alive, but he didn't even shift away from her hand. Esther felt her back tense. She stared at him.
He looked tired. Even in sleep, he looked haggard, worn, and the silver hair was not only disordered, but a little greasy, when she ran a finger through it. His breathing was low and even, but he wasn't moving at all. Concerned, Esther touched his face. He didn't feel fevered, but then, she'd never really been able to tell if he was sick or not. He never really got ill. She bit her lip. "Father Nightroad?"
The door slid open, and Professor Wordsworth walked in. He stopped, then smiled. "Well, you're awake. I have to say, it is something of a relief. How do you feel?"
"I…I'm all right." She offered him a wan smile, then turned back to the man sleeping beside her. "But Professor…Father Nightroad…he…"
"Hmmm?" William pulled the pipe from between his teeth and stepped closer. "Is he asleep?" He studied Abel for a moment, then smiled. "Well, finally. I was beginning to think we'd have to drug his tea. And he'd never forgive me for it if we did. But if he's finally resting…well, we should probably just let him rest. Unlessis he bothering you?"
"I…no, not really. I didn't even notice him there when I woke. It's just…the way he was sleeping…I thought there was something wrong with him."
William shook his head, and leaned over to take his companion's pulse. "No, no, not at all. There's nothing to be concerned about. He's simply very tired." He smiled, and reached over to lay a blanket across the sleeping man's shoulders. Then he moved to Esther's side of the bed, and reached out to take her pulse as well. "It's nothing serious. But he's been pushing himself non-stop since you disappeared. Sooner or later, something like this was bound to occur. And since we've managed to get you back, he might actually let himself sleep for longer than an hour this time."
"I see." Esther let her gaze drift back to Abel's still frame. "Father Nightroad…he was looking for me?"
William chuckled softly. "Abel hasn't done anything but look for you since that night. Really, he's been quite the handful." He studied his watch a moment. "Well, your pulse is normal. How do you feel?"
Esther blushed. "A little tired still, I suppose."
"Hmmm, well, given your condition when we found you, that's hardly surprising. You were half out of your mind with shock and exhaustion, even if you did manage to hit Abel fairly hard." He laughed softly. "Don't worry, you didn't even hurt him. But…I'd recommend you try to get some more sleep. Another few hours should make a world of difference for you. You can rest until we return to Albion."
He turned around, then turned back with a cup. "Here. I've mixed you a mild sedative. It should help you sleep." He offered her a gentle smile. "I suspect you'll be plagued with questions about how you escaped, so I'd recommend you stay here with Abel for now."
"Thank you." Esther took the cup and drained it, then leaned back. She could already feel her eyes getting heavy. Minutes later, she was sound asleep.