Trinity Blood: The Power to Fight
By: BDS
Book 1 of 5
Pages 120 - 130
Rated: PG-13
Chapter 5: Farewell Dear Sister
The morning of Noelle's funeral was glum, the atmosphere was anything but cheerful. The arrangements were set, and the people that were to attend, were getting ready.
In his room, Abel stood in front of a mirror, his demeanor one of a man who had looked as though his entire life had come to a bitter end. His eyes having lost all signs of life, just stared blankly at his own reflection.
He wanted to look his absolute best for the funeral, even though he knew that Noelle wouldn't see him in his suit and tie.
He was about to go to the bathroom to shave his face, when he heard a rapid knock on the door. Abel was thinking of just ignoring whoever it was that was knocking, but he didn't want his sadness to make it seem like he was refusing to see any people. He knew that the people that he worked along-side with would maybe take it as his way of saying, "Screw the world! I don't want to have anything else to do with them!"
But he loved those who worked with him, and he valued their friendships! Which is why he hurried to the door.
With the door open, Abel could see Caterina, Esther and to his surprise the rest of the AX agents.
Each agent wearing either a black dress, or a black suit. Esther and Elma were both wearing small studded earrings, Caterina had her lips painted a deep pink, and all three ladies, Abel noticed, were looking the best that he'd ever seen them.
An elderly priest with greying brown hair stepped forward, extending his hand to Abel. His pale green eyes shining brightly in great contrast to the severe mood. "Good morning, Abel. How have things been?"
"Hello, Professor." Abel took the mans hand and shook it, and sighing he whispered, "And I can honestly say, that I've been better."
"Hey, don't worry Father Four-Eyes, we all have!" Leon said, trying to lighten the mood, as he and the others piled into Abel's small room.
Abel was shocked to see Leon out of his normal attire, which was usually an open front cassock, but the suit that he wore now was new, and fully closed.
Standing beside Leon was a priest with long, stringy black hair, and an obvious stubble was on his chin. His small black eyes were kind, and as he reached out his hand for Abel's, he whispered in a hoarse voice, "It's been a while, Abel, I just wish that the conditions in which we met again were so depressing."
He nodded with a weary smile, "Yes, me too, Havel." Abel looked around and was glad to see that so many people had come from so many regions of Rome, people who were members of the AX, just to give their final respects to Noelle.
But the two people who really caught his eye were Esther and Elma. He saw that the two had become so close of friends, that the sight of them together was able to warm his chilled over heart.
The Professor, checking his pocket watch, looked up at the small group and sadly whispered, "It's time..."
Looking down at his wrist watch, Abel saw that the Professor had spoken the truth.
Solemnly, the group made their way to the door, and without a word, they made their way to the Vatican's gardens.
The Vatican's flower gardens were truly a sight to behold. With roses, lilies, orchids, and vines lining the walk way all throughout, anyone would find themselves at peace when they entered.
On the grounds, Abel couldn't help but to think about how badly he had let Noelle down. He thought about how it'd been his fault that she died.
With his mind preoccupied, he took his seat, which was between Esther and Elma. His heart weighed down with guilt, and in his mind, he desperately asked himself, "Why couldn't I save her?"
Caterina strode up to the head of the gathering, her blonde hair flowing out behind her body, and her face as pale as death.
Silence fell quickly, when she reached the place where the coffin was set. "Thank you all for coming! Sister Noelle, I know, would have really appreciated it. But unfortunately, she isn't here to see and hear you all." She lifted her left hand and wiped away a few tears. But with a new found burst of energy, she continued strongly, "And to start this wake, I would like to say a quick and short prayer."
To those words, the group bowed their heads as Caterina began the prayer, "Our father in heaven, may your holy name be honored; may your kingdom come; may your will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us today the food we need. Forgive us the wrongs that we have done, for we forgive the wrongs that others have done to us. Do not bring us to hard testing, but keep us safe from the Evil One. Amen."
Everyone nodded their heads slightly as the prayer was finished, tears were rolling down nearly everyone's face.
Abel sat, his mind in a complete shamble, he had heard this prayer before, but never had it affected him in the way that it had this time. His heart, felt as though it had disappeared out of his chest, and his vision was almost non-existant due to the tears in his eyes.
Waiting for a minute to pass before she spoke again, Caterina looked at the faces in the crowd, and when she looked at Abel, she spoke again, "And this concludes the service. I thank you all for attending. If anyone would like to remain to speak a few last words to Noelle, I suggest that you do it now." Her eyes, remaining on Abel's depressed figure. She was wanting to see that he still felt life in the world, and when he quietly lifted his head, she smiled.
So as the people were leaving, Abel took the last chance that he had and hurried to Caterina. "I'd like to..." He took a deep breath and continued. "I'd like to see her...one last time..."
"Go on ahead, Abel, no one is going to stop you."
He waited to approach the coffin, his mind making him an emotional mess, he knew what he was going to do, but he didn't want to do it.
Taking his first big step, Abel went closer to the coffin, "Noelle, I...I know that you can't hear me...but...I think you already know, what it is that I'm going to say..." He reached his hand into the right breast pocket of his jacket, and took out a folded piece of paper. "I know that it isn't much, but it's the most that I could think of, that I could do..."
He cleared his throat, and unfolded the paper.
"When winter comes
Without a star
I know to look
Not so far
You're in my heart
And there you'll stay
Until a new star
Shines brighter
With every new day"
Tears fell from his eyes as he refolded the sheet, "I know that I'm a little late in saying this to you, Noelle, but I...I love you..."
He kissed the tip of his fingers and pressed it firmly to the top of the coffin.
And with his final words, he sighed, and whispered, "I guess that all there is left to say is this: Farewell dear Sister...I hope that you're able to rest in peace..." Walking away, he removed his glasses, and covered his face with his hands.
He knew that the time to get serious was closing in on him. He knew that the time to fight was soon.
To Be Continued in Chapter 6: A New Mission of Hope
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