Desirable Trinity

Chapter 11

Kenna knew not of what her fate would be by the end of this night; her own life in the balance of another’s. As her eyes flutter open, the first thing she takes notice of is the vampiress’s ginger touch as she carries her away, delicately placing her body onto a soft mattress. This vampire had taken Kenna and her friends away from their safety and towards this catastrophic world surrounding them now, and yet this same woman had saved her from a promised death.

For what?

Did Seraphina spare her life so that Niklas could possess it all on his own?

Or so that she could end it without the peering eyes of Faline telling her how to do it?

The moment she feels Seraphina’s hands move away from her skin, Kenna scrambles up to her feet, instantly feeling the effects of her new concussion. Immediately after standing up, Kenna places her hand on the bed’s post, needing the support more dependently as the spots in her vision increase.

Seraphina sits on a chair in her room, watching the human with a small smirk, amusement evident on her face. Kenna, although disoriented, grimaces at the sight of Seraphina across the room as she watches her but her expression drastically changes when Kenna catches what lies on top of the curvaceous woman’s lap.

A knife, longer than one she had ever seen before, rests on Seraphina’s closed thighs as if belonging there. It is too short to be a sword but is an unusual knife, still. The blade is curved, looking almost as if it is a miniature scythe, with the curve of the blade a crimson red hue glittering in the dim lit bedroom.

“Relax; if I desired to kill you, then you would still be dangling on that rope but with all of your organs spilling out of you.” Seraphina calmly stands up to her feet and holds out the knife for Kenna. “I wanted to give this to you, not harm slit your throat with it.”

“Why?” Kenna doesn’t dare move closer to this monster, her mind racing with possible outcomes of this encounter but unable to think of a single plausible result that doesn’t end unpleasantly.

“Does it matter?” Seraphina knows Kenna is not going to move closer to her and so the thick vixen slowly glides towards the human, whose eyes have not wavered from the weapon in Seraphina’s hand. “I’m willing to give you a weapon in a place where everybody wants you to succumb to their devious plans. I am giving you an upper hand.”

“You’re his little b***h,” Kenna sneers. “Why should I trust that you aren’t just going to stab me with this the second I try to take it from you?”

“I play a part in hell, just as all of the other girls here, but while the others are obedient in their roles here in the Devil’s Labyrinth; I am not. I am but a perfect actress playing for the other team.” Standing in front of Kenna now, Seraphina gives the resilient human no choice and places the knife in her hands. “Take the blade, Kenna Washington.”

“Why would you help me?” Kenna looks slightly down at the shorter woman, giving her a quizzical expression. “More importantly, why would you betray him for me?”

“Humans and their questions.” For the smallest of seconds, Seraphina smiles, but the expression disappears as quickly as it appeared. “I betrayed him not for you, but for myself. He stole my life back in 1398, and by helping you I succeed in my own plans against him.”

“What did he do…”

“He turned me into a monster and that is all you need to know.” Seraphina barks, interrupting Kenna, but Kenna notices the vampire’s immediate fixture on the locket around her neck, her fingers tracing around the necklace.

Kenna does not ask the vampire willing to help her anymore questions but the one that continues to gnaw at her. “Why me? Why not Marie or Elizabeth? Everybody keeps calling me the damsel because I’m the weakest link out of the three…”

“No,” Seraphina, once again, silences Kenna. “Niklas calls you his damsel because he believes that he must save you from your own self, but that is the same reason I believe you to be the strongest. You are afraid, yes, but you are also self dependent. It is only you in this world that can save yourself, and while the other two have yet to figure it out, you strive to maintain the independence Niklas wants to take from you. The other two friends of yours are easy to manipulate, just as Faline and Niklas already have, but you fight the temptation.”

“I can’t leave Marie and Elizabeth just so that I can leave.”

“I’ll handle the two other girls, but you must save your Mexican human or she will die by the end of this night.”

“Where is she?”

Seraphina, instead of replying, kneels down onto the floor and takes a hold of Kenna’s foot. Carefully, so she does not scare the human that is already on edge, Seraphina slides her hand under Kenna’s long pink dress. Once Seraphina’s hands find the garter around Kenna’s left leg, she takes the knife and positions the handle in the garter before standing up to her feet.

“Only use that blade on who you must. These girls were once innocent victims like you and your friends.” Seraphina points to Kenna’s heart, the tip of Seraphina’s blood red claw breaking the skin above her heart. “When you stab who you must, there is no such thing as a warning cut, you pierce their heart and make sure their body is obliterated in front of you before turning your back on them. Am I clear?”

“Thank you, Seraphina.” Kenna whispers the words, but the vampire hears her perfectly and takes a subtle step back.

“Avoid Niklas at all cost and run as fast as you can to the last door on this side of the hallway. Once you open that door, there will be stairs that lead to the attic that your Mexican is in. You will be disgusted by what you see, but if you hesitate to save your friend by staring at the lost souls in there, then she is as good as dead. Run in, get her, and run back into this room and wait for my return.”

“And will there be anybody there, harming her?”

“Remember what I had just said about how these girls were once innocent?” Kenna nods her head and Seraphina grimaces. “Juliet was always a soulless woman, stake her the moment you see her.”

“Will you promise that you will save my friends from Niklas?” Kenna walks closer to Seraphina. “Will you assure me that by saving Dianna I am not abandoning Elizabeth and Marie?”

“He doesn’t just want two out of the three, Kenna, he wants his desirable trinity. He believes that the three of you together will be the perfect weapon, and without you he will wait to turn your friends into monsters.”

“Do you promise me that?”

“No.” Seraphina opens the bedroom door and looks back at Kenna. “Now, run.”

As Seraphina disappears from the doorway and towards where Marie and Elizabeth are, Kenna hikes up her pink dress and runs down the hallway where looming eyes follow her. Nobody tries to stop Kenna on her journey, although she notices some female vampires flashing their fangs at her warningly, but they allow her to continue running towards where they know her friend resides in.

Once her hand rests on the door knob of the last door in this hallway, Kenna flings it open and immediately hears the screams she had been afraid of ever hearing. Dianna’s bellow reverberates throughout the halls of this mansion, echoing for everybody to hear, and Kenna does not hesitate to rip the knife from her garter and race up the staircase and towards her best friend.

Where she is, with or without a heartbeat.