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Nothing More
Chapter Three: Nothing More
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Dietrich walked behind Isaak with the held breath of a man who hadn’t seen his obsession in months. In order to forget her, the puppetmaster had devoted his entire life to the work of the order. And now...and now that work entailed the very woman he tried to put out of his mind every moment of the day. It was only lust...lust for flesh, and lust for blood. She was nothing more to him than a beautiful young girl with admirable strength. Nothing more...
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As Isaak led his protégé through the surprisingly ornate halls of the manor, Cain was penning a note to his long lost brother.
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[i]My Dearest Twin Brother Abel,
I believe that it may be of some interest to you that we have in our care the life of a certain young redheaded queen. I do believe the two of you have made an acquaintance before, and I am sure she would be delighted to see you once again. Obviously you do not need to accept this invitation, but I am sure that the company of Isaak, Dietrich and I can become quite...abrasive...at times. She is currently sleeping peacefully in my manor, but I am sure you can guess how sweet her blood must taste. Isaak is just dying to partake, and I’m sure that many more Methuselah would be in line. However, if we were wrong, and you hold no tender feelings towards the Terran...or you simply hold your own life above hers, then I hope that this letter finds you well and I will tell Her Highness that you regretfully cannot make the party. It is sure to be a “ravishing” delight.
Sincerely,
Your Dear Twin Brother Cain[/i]
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He folded the letter and slipped it into an envelope. Taking a stick of wax, he let it pool on the opening until he could press the Rosenkreuz seal into the cooling mass. Obviously this form of mail was hardly ever used anymore, but Cain had a love for antiquity and anything old-fashioned. Actual paper letters seemed to hold more personal significance to him, and he chose to use it in important cases such as this one. Although he did not know his brother’s location, he knew that the Vatican could find a way to get this letter to him. He called in one of his secretaries and ordered that the letter be sent immediately to Rome. As he watched the secretary leave, he smiled.
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Isaak led Dietrich into a massive chamber with decorations that matched the rest of the mansion. It was beautiful, and Dietrich had to admit that the woman laying at the center just completed this beauty. He had been told that he had the face of an angel (and the heart of the devil), but he had to admit that Esther could give him a run for his money. Where his face was the epitome of masculine perfection, Esther’s was soft and feminine. He had sharp angles and striking features, while she had rosy hues and delicate curves. She was soft where he was hard, and he was evil where she was good. Polar opposites in every way, but one. They were both strong, independent and without real family. She had put her trust in him completely, and although he had planned to laugh about her ridiculous gullibility at the time, he could still remember the horrifying scream she let out on his behalf. He could still hear her sobbing and apologies for what she thought was his death. He had intended to laugh, but he couldn’t. Instead, he felt a strange warming where he had thought there to be no feeling at all. He could have any woman in the world(good looks and power could get you that), he could have all the power in the world, he could answer any question and win any debate, but...he had never had someone genuinely care about him. No one had cared what happened to him, he just got around by people fearing him. Methuselah and Terran alike. He could frighten the most hardened warrior, unless they were a Crusnik or Isaak. Fear and respect followed him around all of his life and he thought he was content until Cain had sent him to Istvar to help control the star of sorrow. He was ordered to go to a church and help encourage a young nun’s desire for revenge. He had expected a quiet, simple and plain girl who would be easy to dismiss and hurt. However, he should have known he was in trouble when he met the vibrant and independent spitfire who now lay in front of him stretched out on her side on the red satin sheets. She had taken him in immediately and trusted him totally. She had laughed with him, cried with him, talked with him and loved him for who he was...or at least, one version of who he thought he was. She had never doubted his sincerity for a moment, and that made it even harder to betray her innocent trust. Esther Blanchett had become a sick obsession after he saw her help that ridiculous priest/crusnik to destroy the star. He had seen the hurt in her eyes after seeing that he was on the “other” side, and although he laughed, she did not see how deeply her tears of betrayal and whispered accusations actually affected him. She never would. Neither would Isaak or Cain. The only person on the face of this earth...or Mars for that matter... who would know of his feelings for the former nun was himself. It was not something that anyone else needed to know. He wasn’t even sure what his feelings were, and he just hoped that they would go away. Maybe with this new plan involving Esther, he could help and remove any lasting feelings from his mind.
“There, my dear boy. Mein Herr and I were hoping you would help us once the bumbling priest arrives to ‘rescue’ his beloved little nun. I assume your answer will be yes.”
There was no question, just a hardly subtle command. Dietrich did not even need to nod his head, as Isaak left no room for argument. If this was punishment, then it would surely work. Already, seeing her pale and clammy skin (obviously clammy from the drugging) so close and so soft, Dietrich was already wanting to turn and run from his Achilles’ Heel. Esther was his Achilles’ Heel, as she seemed to be the same for Abel Nightroad and Ion Fortuna. Three men in love with the same woman.
Dietrich never thought he could stoop as low as the other two lovesick fools, but he supposed it was only a temporary infatuation. She was nothing more than a brief distraction...nothing more...
Giving into temptation and moving closer to the bed, he nearly forgot Isaak was still in the room as he reached out a hand to feel the skin of her cheek. As his long and elegant finger barely brushed her petal soft skin, she moaned softly and turned her face into the touch. Dietrich wished that he could take her away from this place, as he knew she did not deserve whatever Cain and Isaak had planned. She was innocent, but she was the most powerful weakness of that pathetic excuse for a Crusnik...Abel. He just wished that she could leave this unscathed, but his logical side told him that was unlikely if not impossible. The most he could ask was for her to make it out alive.
As if a lightbulb turned on at that exact moment, Dietrich made a spur of the moment vow then and there.
[i]Esther, if I am able... I will do everything in my power to get you out of this place alive. I cannot help you escape before the inevitable confrontation between Cain and Abel...but... but, after that, I will help you return to as normal a life as is possible. I promise you this. It is the least I can do.[/i]
He couldn’t believe he actually said those things in his mind, and he pulled his hand back as if burned. She held too much power, and Dietrich, the Puppetmaster of the Order of Rosenkreuz did NOT allow anyone to hold power over him unless they were his superiors in the order. He would just have to allow himself to forget any personal history Esther and he shared, and treat her like any other order prisoner. As soon as he thought this though, he nearly became sick with what the “normal prisoner procedures” would entail doing to that beautiful body. If he was to make it through this without breaking his composure, he had to get a hold on himself.
As if her mere presence had caused this internal struggle (which was undoubtedly true), Dietrich turned on his heel and stalked out of the room and walked back toward his work without even looking back at Isaak. Let Isaak and Cain deal with her...no doubt she would put up a good fight. He smiled at the thought. Let’s see how the two almighty order leaders deal with a little Terran girl. They just might realize they were in a bit deeper than they originally planned. Shaking his head, the puppetmaster tried to focus on the task at hand. She was only a girl...nothing more...
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Isaak simply smirked in dry amusement at Dietrich’s reaction and went over to the sleeping girl. He sat in a chair facing the bed and leaned back in a picture of aristocratic elegance. Deciding that he had watched her for far enough, he checked his pocket watch and realized that his drug should have worn off by now. Continuing to lounge comfortably, he spoke.
“Esther... Esther, my dear.”
It took a bit longer before Esther stirred and opened her eyes slowly. She let them adjust to the light and she looked around before letting her eyes rest on the vampire next to her. She groaned with the memories of the night before and also groaned at the inevitable headache that was the result of the sleeping serum. She rolled away from him and tried briefly to ignore that he was there.
“Ah... Am I really that bad to look at?”
He let out a dark chuckle and she turned back to scowl at him without speaking. He just smiled wider and stood. Coming over to her he reached out a pentagram gloved hand and stroked her cheek. She shuddered from the touch.
“Don’t touch me you monster!”
He never stopped smiling, but stood up straight when Cain walked through the door.
“Mein Herr.”
“Ah, I see our little guest has awoken.”
Esther gasped when the brother of her love walked through the door and she sat up quickly in anger. Her head swam and her eyes became unfocused as a result of such sudden movement while she was still recovering from the drug, but she forced herself to stumble toward him and beat her fists against his hard chest in a futile attempt to avenge some of Abel’s suffering.
“What have you done? Why am I here? Where is Abel?”
Cain easily caught her wrists and grasped them behind her back while grinning.
“Now, now my dove. One question at a time. Although, since you’re so adorable in that nightgown,” at that reminder, Esther looked down and gasped at how revealing the lingerie was, “Then I suppose I can make an exception. First, what I have done is kidnap you. Second, you are here to lure my dear brother out in the open in an attempt to save you, and third, I am hoping that having you here will reveal that very answer.”
Esther struggled uselessly and nearly growled with frustration as her movements did not bother Cain at all. He looked down and perused her body slowly.
“Yes, I can see now why my brother is so taken with you. However, I believe that this will be his downfall. Hence the reason you are here. Now! Let us eat, as you must be famished. I have left several dresses that should be your size in the wardrobe over there. Please choose a nice one and simply wait until Isaak comes to fetch you.”
He turned to leave before gesturing to Isaak to follow. With one last look behind him he left Esther to herself.
[i]Oh Abel... please don’t endanger yourself by coming here. Please don’t come. I can’t bear to lose you again.[/i]
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Author's Note: Please review and give me either compliments or constructive criticisms. Some of this will be fairly OOC, and some will be based on the manga moreso than the anime. Either way, tell me what you think. Thanks! Also, does anyone know how to make words in italics in the text format?
Love and Blackberries,
~Christa McGinn*
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Dietrich walked behind Isaak with the held breath of a man who hadn’t seen his obsession in months. In order to forget her, the puppetmaster had devoted his entire life to the work of the order. And now...and now that work entailed the very woman he tried to put out of his mind every moment of the day. It was only lust...lust for flesh, and lust for blood. She was nothing more to him than a beautiful young girl with admirable strength. Nothing more...
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As Isaak led his protégé through the surprisingly ornate halls of the manor, Cain was penning a note to his long lost brother.
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[i]My Dearest Twin Brother Abel,
I believe that it may be of some interest to you that we have in our care the life of a certain young redheaded queen. I do believe the two of you have made an acquaintance before, and I am sure she would be delighted to see you once again. Obviously you do not need to accept this invitation, but I am sure that the company of Isaak, Dietrich and I can become quite...abrasive...at times. She is currently sleeping peacefully in my manor, but I am sure you can guess how sweet her blood must taste. Isaak is just dying to partake, and I’m sure that many more Methuselah would be in line. However, if we were wrong, and you hold no tender feelings towards the Terran...or you simply hold your own life above hers, then I hope that this letter finds you well and I will tell Her Highness that you regretfully cannot make the party. It is sure to be a “ravishing” delight.
Sincerely,
Your Dear Twin Brother Cain[/i]
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He folded the letter and slipped it into an envelope. Taking a stick of wax, he let it pool on the opening until he could press the Rosenkreuz seal into the cooling mass. Obviously this form of mail was hardly ever used anymore, but Cain had a love for antiquity and anything old-fashioned. Actual paper letters seemed to hold more personal significance to him, and he chose to use it in important cases such as this one. Although he did not know his brother’s location, he knew that the Vatican could find a way to get this letter to him. He called in one of his secretaries and ordered that the letter be sent immediately to Rome. As he watched the secretary leave, he smiled.
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Isaak led Dietrich into a massive chamber with decorations that matched the rest of the mansion. It was beautiful, and Dietrich had to admit that the woman laying at the center just completed this beauty. He had been told that he had the face of an angel (and the heart of the devil), but he had to admit that Esther could give him a run for his money. Where his face was the epitome of masculine perfection, Esther’s was soft and feminine. He had sharp angles and striking features, while she had rosy hues and delicate curves. She was soft where he was hard, and he was evil where she was good. Polar opposites in every way, but one. They were both strong, independent and without real family. She had put her trust in him completely, and although he had planned to laugh about her ridiculous gullibility at the time, he could still remember the horrifying scream she let out on his behalf. He could still hear her sobbing and apologies for what she thought was his death. He had intended to laugh, but he couldn’t. Instead, he felt a strange warming where he had thought there to be no feeling at all. He could have any woman in the world(good looks and power could get you that), he could have all the power in the world, he could answer any question and win any debate, but...he had never had someone genuinely care about him. No one had cared what happened to him, he just got around by people fearing him. Methuselah and Terran alike. He could frighten the most hardened warrior, unless they were a Crusnik or Isaak. Fear and respect followed him around all of his life and he thought he was content until Cain had sent him to Istvar to help control the star of sorrow. He was ordered to go to a church and help encourage a young nun’s desire for revenge. He had expected a quiet, simple and plain girl who would be easy to dismiss and hurt. However, he should have known he was in trouble when he met the vibrant and independent spitfire who now lay in front of him stretched out on her side on the red satin sheets. She had taken him in immediately and trusted him totally. She had laughed with him, cried with him, talked with him and loved him for who he was...or at least, one version of who he thought he was. She had never doubted his sincerity for a moment, and that made it even harder to betray her innocent trust. Esther Blanchett had become a sick obsession after he saw her help that ridiculous priest/crusnik to destroy the star. He had seen the hurt in her eyes after seeing that he was on the “other” side, and although he laughed, she did not see how deeply her tears of betrayal and whispered accusations actually affected him. She never would. Neither would Isaak or Cain. The only person on the face of this earth...or Mars for that matter... who would know of his feelings for the former nun was himself. It was not something that anyone else needed to know. He wasn’t even sure what his feelings were, and he just hoped that they would go away. Maybe with this new plan involving Esther, he could help and remove any lasting feelings from his mind.
“There, my dear boy. Mein Herr and I were hoping you would help us once the bumbling priest arrives to ‘rescue’ his beloved little nun. I assume your answer will be yes.”
There was no question, just a hardly subtle command. Dietrich did not even need to nod his head, as Isaak left no room for argument. If this was punishment, then it would surely work. Already, seeing her pale and clammy skin (obviously clammy from the drugging) so close and so soft, Dietrich was already wanting to turn and run from his Achilles’ Heel. Esther was his Achilles’ Heel, as she seemed to be the same for Abel Nightroad and Ion Fortuna. Three men in love with the same woman.
Dietrich never thought he could stoop as low as the other two lovesick fools, but he supposed it was only a temporary infatuation. She was nothing more than a brief distraction...nothing more...
Giving into temptation and moving closer to the bed, he nearly forgot Isaak was still in the room as he reached out a hand to feel the skin of her cheek. As his long and elegant finger barely brushed her petal soft skin, she moaned softly and turned her face into the touch. Dietrich wished that he could take her away from this place, as he knew she did not deserve whatever Cain and Isaak had planned. She was innocent, but she was the most powerful weakness of that pathetic excuse for a Crusnik...Abel. He just wished that she could leave this unscathed, but his logical side told him that was unlikely if not impossible. The most he could ask was for her to make it out alive.
As if a lightbulb turned on at that exact moment, Dietrich made a spur of the moment vow then and there.
[i]Esther, if I am able... I will do everything in my power to get you out of this place alive. I cannot help you escape before the inevitable confrontation between Cain and Abel...but... but, after that, I will help you return to as normal a life as is possible. I promise you this. It is the least I can do.[/i]
He couldn’t believe he actually said those things in his mind, and he pulled his hand back as if burned. She held too much power, and Dietrich, the Puppetmaster of the Order of Rosenkreuz did NOT allow anyone to hold power over him unless they were his superiors in the order. He would just have to allow himself to forget any personal history Esther and he shared, and treat her like any other order prisoner. As soon as he thought this though, he nearly became sick with what the “normal prisoner procedures” would entail doing to that beautiful body. If he was to make it through this without breaking his composure, he had to get a hold on himself.
As if her mere presence had caused this internal struggle (which was undoubtedly true), Dietrich turned on his heel and stalked out of the room and walked back toward his work without even looking back at Isaak. Let Isaak and Cain deal with her...no doubt she would put up a good fight. He smiled at the thought. Let’s see how the two almighty order leaders deal with a little Terran girl. They just might realize they were in a bit deeper than they originally planned. Shaking his head, the puppetmaster tried to focus on the task at hand. She was only a girl...nothing more...
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Isaak simply smirked in dry amusement at Dietrich’s reaction and went over to the sleeping girl. He sat in a chair facing the bed and leaned back in a picture of aristocratic elegance. Deciding that he had watched her for far enough, he checked his pocket watch and realized that his drug should have worn off by now. Continuing to lounge comfortably, he spoke.
“Esther... Esther, my dear.”
It took a bit longer before Esther stirred and opened her eyes slowly. She let them adjust to the light and she looked around before letting her eyes rest on the vampire next to her. She groaned with the memories of the night before and also groaned at the inevitable headache that was the result of the sleeping serum. She rolled away from him and tried briefly to ignore that he was there.
“Ah... Am I really that bad to look at?”
He let out a dark chuckle and she turned back to scowl at him without speaking. He just smiled wider and stood. Coming over to her he reached out a pentagram gloved hand and stroked her cheek. She shuddered from the touch.
“Don’t touch me you monster!”
He never stopped smiling, but stood up straight when Cain walked through the door.
“Mein Herr.”
“Ah, I see our little guest has awoken.”
Esther gasped when the brother of her love walked through the door and she sat up quickly in anger. Her head swam and her eyes became unfocused as a result of such sudden movement while she was still recovering from the drug, but she forced herself to stumble toward him and beat her fists against his hard chest in a futile attempt to avenge some of Abel’s suffering.
“What have you done? Why am I here? Where is Abel?”
Cain easily caught her wrists and grasped them behind her back while grinning.
“Now, now my dove. One question at a time. Although, since you’re so adorable in that nightgown,” at that reminder, Esther looked down and gasped at how revealing the lingerie was, “Then I suppose I can make an exception. First, what I have done is kidnap you. Second, you are here to lure my dear brother out in the open in an attempt to save you, and third, I am hoping that having you here will reveal that very answer.”
Esther struggled uselessly and nearly growled with frustration as her movements did not bother Cain at all. He looked down and perused her body slowly.
“Yes, I can see now why my brother is so taken with you. However, I believe that this will be his downfall. Hence the reason you are here. Now! Let us eat, as you must be famished. I have left several dresses that should be your size in the wardrobe over there. Please choose a nice one and simply wait until Isaak comes to fetch you.”
He turned to leave before gesturing to Isaak to follow. With one last look behind him he left Esther to herself.
[i]Oh Abel... please don’t endanger yourself by coming here. Please don’t come. I can’t bear to lose you again.[/i]
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Author's Note: Please review and give me either compliments or constructive criticisms. Some of this will be fairly OOC, and some will be based on the manga moreso than the anime. Either way, tell me what you think. Thanks! Also, does anyone know how to make words in italics in the text format?
Love and Blackberries,
~Christa McGinn*