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narcasse450 words. PG. A possible ending to the whole Trinity Blood story though of course not quite the end for the Dracula brothers.
An AU epilogue for something I’ll eventually finish writing. Because I've been promising![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
herit I'd write this for a while now.
Life Eternal
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others. Assorted historical figures belong to their respective time periods.
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“They sent a machine; the Japanese sent a fucking machine!” A disbelieving shake of the head.
“That’s better than we’ve managed.”
The taller of the two gazed out over the melted landscape as his companion tried to find a less that smouldering rock to sit on and lit a cigarette.
“But, this!”
“Seems like a good idea.”
“You would say that.” A disgruntled huff of smoke.
“Destroy the enemies who brought destruction down upon your Empire and the entire world, though the world part was probably the lesser insult.”
A disbelieving stare. “Do you have any fucking idea how long it’s going to take humanity to rebuild?”
“Constantinople has fallen.”
“Oh, for- How many years has it been? How many lifetimes and still you’re on about that?”
A polite cough from behind caught their attention.
“You.” The standing figure’s tone coloured by resentment and anger.
“I found a bottle of wine if anybody wants some.”
“Thank you, that would be lovely.”
The next comment sounded more like a growl. “If it wasn’t for my brother-“
“Can’t you just shut the fuck up for a change?” Though since it was an old argument the sentiment carried very little heat.
“I will not share… sustenance with a Turk.”
“Technically it’s not sustenance.” The bottle of wine held up illustratively by the third.
Another growl.
“Give it here. I want a drink anyway.”
“Seeing as the world has been more or less destroyed we could probably-“
“No.”
“If only for your brother’s sake.”
“He betrayed his country.”
A sigh as the mangled remains of what looked like an electronic device were shaken off a finger.
“I-“
“What country, you bloody fool! Take a look around you. Your kingdom is nothing but molten rock and ash. There is nothing left. Your people are dead and you couldn’t save them!”
“How dare you-“
“We’re stuck here, you idiotic worm. The three of us. And we’d better learn to deal with it.”
“I will kill you.” Deadly serious tones.
“Try.” Equally matched malevolence.
As the sound of the scuffle died down, more because the pair had managed to roll themselves down the slope behind than because they showed any sign of stopping, the sun made a welcome appearance through a gap in the dust clouds. It was a nice day after all, warm and only a little breezy. There was a shipping crate full of cigarettes at hand and there appeared to be some kind of vinery within walking distance. And the view from the hillside wasn’t bad at all either.
Making an attempt to pat his hair back into some semblance of order, Radu smiled ruefully; now if only he could find a hair brush.
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Though the Dracula brothers have seemingly called a truce, that doesn’t quite seem to have extended to certain other parties.
And yes, I am implying that Süleyman was in fact somebody else and that Isaak as a Japanese constructed machine was sent to destroy Europe as revenge for the destruction of the Empire of Japan during Armageddon.
An AU epilogue for something I’ll eventually finish writing. Because I've been promising
herit I'd write this for a while now.Life Eternal
Disclaimer: Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others. Assorted historical figures belong to their respective time periods.
++++++++++
“They sent a machine; the Japanese sent a fucking machine!” A disbelieving shake of the head.
“That’s better than we’ve managed.”
The taller of the two gazed out over the melted landscape as his companion tried to find a less that smouldering rock to sit on and lit a cigarette.
“But, this!”
“Seems like a good idea.”
“You would say that.” A disgruntled huff of smoke.
“Destroy the enemies who brought destruction down upon your Empire and the entire world, though the world part was probably the lesser insult.”
A disbelieving stare. “Do you have any fucking idea how long it’s going to take humanity to rebuild?”
“Constantinople has fallen.”
“Oh, for- How many years has it been? How many lifetimes and still you’re on about that?”
A polite cough from behind caught their attention.
“You.” The standing figure’s tone coloured by resentment and anger.
“I found a bottle of wine if anybody wants some.”
“Thank you, that would be lovely.”
The next comment sounded more like a growl. “If it wasn’t for my brother-“
“Can’t you just shut the fuck up for a change?” Though since it was an old argument the sentiment carried very little heat.
“I will not share… sustenance with a Turk.”
“Technically it’s not sustenance.” The bottle of wine held up illustratively by the third.
Another growl.
“Give it here. I want a drink anyway.”
“Seeing as the world has been more or less destroyed we could probably-“
“No.”
“If only for your brother’s sake.”
“He betrayed his country.”
A sigh as the mangled remains of what looked like an electronic device were shaken off a finger.
“I-“
“What country, you bloody fool! Take a look around you. Your kingdom is nothing but molten rock and ash. There is nothing left. Your people are dead and you couldn’t save them!”
“How dare you-“
“We’re stuck here, you idiotic worm. The three of us. And we’d better learn to deal with it.”
“I will kill you.” Deadly serious tones.
“Try.” Equally matched malevolence.
As the sound of the scuffle died down, more because the pair had managed to roll themselves down the slope behind than because they showed any sign of stopping, the sun made a welcome appearance through a gap in the dust clouds. It was a nice day after all, warm and only a little breezy. There was a shipping crate full of cigarettes at hand and there appeared to be some kind of vinery within walking distance. And the view from the hillside wasn’t bad at all either.
Making an attempt to pat his hair back into some semblance of order, Radu smiled ruefully; now if only he could find a hair brush.
++++++++++
Though the Dracula brothers have seemingly called a truce, that doesn’t quite seem to have extended to certain other parties.
And yes, I am implying that Süleyman was in fact somebody else and that Isaak as a Japanese constructed machine was sent to destroy Europe as revenge for the destruction of the Empire of Japan during Armageddon.
