Desirable Trinity

Chapter 2

Niklas Adair is entranced.

Staring upon a trinity of beauty, he cannot dare steer away from the perfect ambiance that his trio creates. Each female in this triad are great contrasts both in personality and appearance, but each cause the same enthrallment within Niklas that causes his wildest fantasy to rampage his mind. He leans against his throne, his back grazing with the leathery feel, but not once do his dark eyes waver from anything but the video where the camera shows him what three he wishes to possess the most.

Elizabeth Bell is the soft spoken one, a kind and so innocent soul unknowing of just how devious the world can truly be. Niklas’s lips curl into that of the most malicious expression as he thinks of an array of ways just to show the flower how easily one can be plucked from bliss. She stands out in pastel, her entire demeanor that of the light in which he is never to see again, her hair in particular reminding him of the sun he is forbidden from ever gazing upon again.

Then comes the one beside his sunshine; Kenna Washington. She stands out amongst her friends with the tattoos that adorn each hand and scour up one of her wrists, displaying her need to be rivaled with upon her skin. She is, however, the most frightened out of them all and that is what Niklas finds the most beautiful about her. Kenna knows greatly of the horrors of this world that Elizabeth is oblivious to, understanding it more than the two surrounding her and that interests him more than words can describe, making her the damsel he must retrieve from her own nightmares.

His dark eyes find the one of his most interest last, the one he can most easily corrupt. Marie Shepard possesses something within herself that intrigues Niklas the most, a dark entity swirling upon the small framed woman that makes her all the more alluring. He knew it was her that would catch onto what he had done first, for Niklas knows that it is the corrupted souls that notice corruption itself before all else. Marie’s face may be hidden amongst a flurry of luscious wavy brown hair in the camera he is observing her from, but even at this moment Niklas Adair can see the malice permeating around her hypnotic features.

“Eavesdropping is not polite, Seraphina.”

Turning around, Niklas comes in contact with his favorite curvaceous creation, her red ensemble the only color amongst the blackness he shelters himself into. Once his dark eyes caste against her silver gaze, the first creation of Niklas’s strolls towards him, the sway of her wide hips against the tightness of her gown rivaling with every woman within his castle; a woman all of his male vampires crave for.

“Hypocrisy is not a beautiful color on you, darling.” Fleetingly, Seraphina’s silver eyes move away from his gaze and towards the screen behind him, where Niklas is watching his new spectacles in the graveyard. “There are some problems with your newest auction girl.”

“And that is?” Niklas attempts to hide his worry, his newest prospect’s health most important for his plan with the women he is unable to steer his abysmal eyes from, but he manages to sound unfazed in front of Seraphina.

“She already bares a vampire’s mark.” Seraphina raises a perfectly arched eyebrow of hers and sarcastically coos to her maker. “Care to show interest now? She’s useless to us, Niklas.”

“Many of our whores have vampire bites on their skin.” Niklas quickly dismisses his most prized prodigy but the auburn haired beauty only shakes her head.

“No, Niklas, she is marked by one as only his.” Quickly, his attention moves back onto the curvaceous woman standing before him, her hands placed on either side of her large hips. “We must dispose of her.”

“She knows of our existence?”

“Yes.” Seraphina doesn’t hesitate to respond, her fear of disappointing Niklas long dissipated, and she grimaces. “Her blood is pungent to anyone but her vampire.”

“Put her in my chambers,” Niklas smirks and adds. “In the cage.”

“Why keep her, darling?” The shielded expression on his face is shattered by the question, her knowing silver eyes inspecting his every reaction. “What is important about her?”

“She is none of your concern.” Standing up to his feet, he picks up a letter and places it in the hands of his most trusted child, his dark eyes leveling with her exquisite form and he orders her. “I will deal with my responsibility, but it is your job to give this letter to the women I wish to acquire.”

Seraphina eyes the parchment papered letter, recognizing his initials in the waxed stamp as a clear indication of who he is. Her silver eyes look up at her master, seeing a whirlwind of ideas swirling within those abysmal irises of his, ones he dares not to tell her. She takes a hold of the letter, one baring no name on the top of it, and she places it under her armpit before turning her attention back on what is most important.

“Let’s go see Faline,” Seraphina cannot hide the grimacing expression on her face as her unnaturally bright eyes move up towards her master. “To see the trash you brought us.”

“Be kind, my beauty.” Even as Niklas says it, he humorously laughs, finding Dianna an ugly duckling compared to the swans she associates herself with.

His desirable trinity.

Opening the double doors of his office, Seraphina strolls past him and towards the auction room, where Faline always inhabits. Niklas is unable to steer his gaze away from his slightly overweight prodigy a few feet ahead of him, the swaying of her large hips causing a stirring in his body he cannot ever ignore. Seraphina will always be the first, the beginning of his fascinations, in a time when her weight was praised rather than ridiculed and shunned.

She is his prized possession, the prodigy he holds the most admiration for, and all of his women know this.

Staying several feet behind her, Niklas relishes in Seraphina and more specifically the letter that rests in between her thick arms and rib cage; a letter he is having her send out to those he wishes to acquire every few decades. Right beneath her armpit lays a precious artifact to him, the preface of his devious plans and desires until his true ideas flourish into reality.

These girls are his last three, the finishing to his beautiful collection, and the strengthening combination he has long desired to have within his army. Seraphina gets to the closed auction doors before her master and, rather theatrically, she pushes the double doors open and focuses her unnaturally silvery gaze on the stage in front of her.

There are three rows of humans, two containing females while the one in the middle holds males, but it is the vampire gliding up and down the stage that both Seraphina and Niklas focus their attention solely upon. Faline is one of Niklas’s first prodigies and, while she is not as grand as Seraphina, Niklas finds her quite ideal.

Seraphina, however; she hates Faline.

The half oriental, half brit woman flaunting around the stage and relishing in the terrified expressions of the humans around her is the ring leader in Niklas’s most notorious human trafficking business. Niklas may be in charge of it all, but it is truly Faline who has the reins on them all. Not only does she host the charade of this auction by bidding off the women and men to certain vampires that come here each weekend, but Faline makes sure there isn’t a single tear streaming down their made up faces unless she purposely causes it.

Although Seraphina holds great loathing for the obnoxious woman, Seraphina can easily admit that Faline is ideal for this position and malicious enough to perfectly execute it. Faline’s cat-like eyes find Niklas and Seraphina within a moment’s notice, and when she turns around to face them a large smile comes over her features. Wearing nothing but golden tracings over her body, Faline looks like glittering gold as she moves towards the two with speed greatly surpassing that of any human or cheetah.

“How pleasant to see you both here.” Her smile quickly dissipates after her pleasantries and she turns her back away to them, showing Seraphina and Niklas her practically nude back as she eases away from them and back towards her stage. “You’re late.”

“Where is she, Faline?” Niklas tries not to sound eager, his entire plan in obtaining his triad of beauties relying upon this dear friend of theirs, but Faline only replies with a motion of her hand without bothering to turn around.

Niklas and Seraphina dutifully follow after the golden beauty, but while Seraphina glares silvery daggers into the over-confident woman; Niklas admires his fiery vampire. Seraphina will always be his favorite, but there is an ambiance about Faline that intrigues him. Faline is a cruel vampire, a prodigy who enjoys the tortures he inflicts upon defenseless humans and it is the screams of Niklas’s victims that gives Faline’s non-beating heart a slight flutter.

Faline never enacts the tortures, she merely watches as Niklas or another one of his women do so, finding the sight of utter torment on a human’s face more enjoyable to observe rather than inflict and Niklas finds that riveting about her. Whenever one of the slaves is becoming disobedient, she does nothing but smiles almost too sweetly at them and brings upon either Niklas, Seraphina, or a prodigy of Niklas’s much more malicious than their creator himself.

Gliding past the quivering slaves in the middle of the stage, the three vampires move to the far back of the stage to see the two vampiress’ problem and Niklas’s key to success. Similar to the other human slaves he had two of his vampiress obtain for him, Dianna Lynch is a grotesque creature lathered in dirt, her own soil, and fear stricken tears stained on her face. All three vampires withhold their gags at the putrid stench of the girl but it is her dark eyes that Niklas pays the most attention to.

They are a shade reminding him so much of the bark of a tree, layered in different shades of brown ranging from darker to medium hues, and so naturally captivating. Niklas takes a step towards her, the key to his females that will complete his home, and he continues to advance until he is crouched in front of her. Dianna visibly begins shaking due to the master of this house’s close proximity, the ageless quality of how long he has lived as obvious to her in his appearance as the raven color of his long shoulder length hair.

Niklas expected to see the same fear in her eyes that he sees in every other part of her body, but when Dianna’s natural brown eyes stare at him, they show nothing. There isn’t fear, not a single shred of it, and Niklas knows better than anybody that expressions as raw as fear never hide from one’s eyes. His hand roughly pulls at her tattered clothes, pulling down the collar to expose the vampire bite and the scent of the vampire that claimed her.

“You are a stupid girl.” Pushing her aside, Niklas stands up to his feet with a newfound fury, and he turns his full attention onto Seraphina.

Ready to give an order to dismiss Dianna into the cage in his chamber as he demanded before, the ethnic human speaks up. “Why am I stupid? For not fearing you, Niklas?”

Slowly, Niklas turns back around to face the now smug girl crumbled on the floor. “How do you know my name?”

“Why am I here?” She snaps out the question without hesitation, showing absolutely no fear in the consequences of her actions and disrespect.

“You are my prisoner, you will…”

“If I wasn’t important to you, then I would be dead for my uselessness as a human slave. Why am I here?”

“I change my mind, Seraphina,” Turning around, Niklas gives a tight lipped grimace in Seraphina’s direction. “Put her in the dungeon downstairs.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” The resilient female wishes to be spoken to, but instead Seraphina and Faline only keep their focus on Niklas while he keeps his dark gaze onto his first prodigy.

“And what about the letter?” Seraphina pulls the letter out from under her arm and waves it from side to side, reminding her master of it once again.

“Focus on the letter before anything else, so bring Juliet here to retrieve the human,” This time, Niklas smiles cruelly. “And make sure my monster gets answers out of this filthy mouthed mortal.”

Seraphina’s silver eyes momentarily flicker towards the human, and she imitates the smile upon Niklas’s face once she sees the fear upon the mundane female’s face. The human knows about this world, and everybody that has even the slightest recognition of the vampires’ existence knows about Juliet. Juliet is well feared and it only brings the smile on Seraphina’s face to continue to grow.

“I’ll be right back.”

Seraphina disappears, searching for Niklas’s prodigy more malicious than him, and when he turns around to stare at Dianna it brings excitement into his being. Every bit of anger this human caused him evaporated at the sight of her fear, something she cannot hide in those brown eyes of hers. Faline slightly giggles before excusing herself to train the slaves upon the stage, leaving Niklas with the leverage for his three beauties.

“Why?” Dianna’s eyes falter from Niklas’s gaze and she looks down at the floor, but he can still see the quivering of her bottom lip. “You take me for blood trafficking, b-but you keep me alive once you know I’m marked by another….I don’t get it.”

“Human minds are quite narrow minded, do not take offense to your stupidity, Dianna.”

“And you know my name.” She looks up at him once again and asks with a slight c**k of her head. “What are you planning?”

“How do you know who I am?”

Niklas’s voice fills with authority, demanding that it be heard, comprehended, and answered, but Dianna surprises him with a strained smile on her otherwise frightened expression.

“Because maybe I’m playing stupid and know everything you are planning?” She counteracts his question with a sarcastic one, attempting to grasp onto the smallest amount of courage, but by the sound of clicking heels brings a frown upon her lips and a smile on Niklas’s.

“I see you know not only of me but my prodigy, Juliet.” The color drains from Dianna’s caramel skin and Niklas beams with amusement. “I want you alive, yes, but I do not need you healthy and I do need to know how a pathetic human not only became marked by an elder vampire but knows of my existence.”

Amusingly, Niklas watches the battle between courage and fear in Dianna’s expressions at the sight of Juliet in the doorway. Niklas turns around to face his most ruthless creation, her tall and lean form drenched in black constricting clothing. Her hazel eyes flicker towards Niklas, giving him a slight smirk before her attention fixates on Dianna. The human tenses up at the gaze, but Juliet merely begins striding towards them.

Niklas and Dianna can both hear the sound of what Juliet drags in her hand, a long piece of barbed wire exceeding ten feet. Never does Juliet’s smirk vanish, her non-beating heart having purpose once again at the sight in front of her. Seraphina, before leaving, explained to Juliet that she was given an unusual but perfect victim this time. A human, aware of the outside world with resilience and attitude, will greet Juliet’s weapons.

“You are the one who’s causing all of the problems.”

She can hear the British accent on Juliet, the cadence mixed with pure malice, and the tone sends fear into Dianna’s entire being. Dianna looks up at Niklas, focusing on the lesser of the villainous vampires and patiently waits for his dark eyes to meet hers. When they do, she pulls out her wallet from the back of her pocket, and with her eyes still focused on Niklas Adair; she picks up a photograph from it.

“Which one are you trying to take from me?”

Throwing the photograph to the ground in between the three of them, they all look at the picture below them. Niklas focuses on it with the most examination, however, as he is staring at his triad of beauties alongside Dianna. Every single one of them is smiling in the beam of the summer’s rays, basking in the glory of the sun and the company of one another. He cannot debate which out of his three look more exquisite.

Perhaps it is Marie with her chocolate brown hair pulled back in a flower headband, something so different from her normal attire. Or it could be Kenna, the beauty of the blonde ombre in her brown hair against the sun so beautiful it illuminates her entire face. It could even be Elizabeth as her pink lips bring upon a smile across his own face, the smoothness of her skin almost sinfully perfect.

They are all so uniquely exquisite.

When he finally looks away from the ones he crave and up at Dianna, whose eyes have yet to leave him, a malicious smirk becomes him. “All of them.” Turning to Juliet, he sees the amused reaction on his face mirrored on his devious creation. “Take her and drain the answers out of her until there is barely a pulse.”

“I shouldn’t kill her?” Juliet raises a black eyebrow, no attempt at hiding her surprise, but the question only makes Niklas’s smile broaden.

“Never give her the gift of death, my beauty, only bring her to the cusp of it.” He looks towards Dianna once more and add. “Then once she tells you everything in her little head, bring her to my chambers. My trinity of future prodigies will love the present I will have for them.”

“You’re a monster.”

 Dianna sneers this slander, but the words leave no negative impact on him and he only maliciously laughs. Looking once more at the fiery human before him, he cannot grow angry with her, for the fear in her eyes causes him too much amusement. Instead, a flutter occurs in his heart that is so foreign and unfamiliar to him.

“Flattery will do you no good at this point, human.”

Then, turning his back on both Juliet and the ever resilient human, Niklas Adair disappears from the room and back into his office to watch what will soon be his.

His desirable trinity.