Desirable Trinity

Chapter 3

Kenna finds the woman first.

She is a female of darkness with eyes dipped in silver and lips resembling that of the richest blood. Kenna knows the woman is staring at her, just as she is to her, but her forest green eyes cannot dare steer away from the sight of her and her friends’ stalker. Even from the far proximity, Kenna can clearly see the paleness of this stalker’s skin, the life constricting corset baring the same blood red hue as her lipstick and hair.

Neither Elizabeth nor Marie have yet to see the pale woman watching them on top of the graveyard’s hill, both of them transfixed on the tomb in front of them, but Kenna has her gaze unwavering from the stranger. Slowly, Kenna watches as a small smile glides over the female’s blood decorated lips, and the sight chills her to the very core. Kenna can feel Goosebumps raising over her arms, but a bellowing scream that gains the attention of her two friends only comes once the woman Kenna was watching only seconds ago on top of the hill stands directly in front of her.

“It’s not polite to stare.”

While the smug expression on the woman’s face on seems to enlarge, Kenna is on the floor with a trembling finger pointing in the stalker’s direction. Now, both Marie and Elizabeth are focused, staring at the woman with the same perplexed expression while Kenna jumps up to her feet in an attempt to regain her frightened composure. Kenna can feel her anger boiling over, the thought of this woman standing so close fueling every bit of her fury.

“Hello girls.” Her voice reminds Elizabeth of liquid nectar, an all alluring sense that sends Elizabeth towards her.

Elizabeth takes only a single step towards her before Marie grabs her arm, pulling the much taller friend behind her. Marie observes the woman in front of her, but her gaze lingers on the woman’s attire which resembles that of the 19th century rather than this one. The woman attempts to take a step towards them, but Kenna blocks the path between this stranger and her two closest friends.

“Who the hell are you?” Kenna tries to hide the tremor in her voice, shielding it with the fury in her tone but, by the curl on the stranger’s lips, she knows just how evident her fear is.

This could’ve been Dianna’s captor.

“I am but a messenger, girls.” Pulling a single letter from under her arm, the stranger holds it out for the three women to see, the woman’s silver eyes focused on Kenna. “And if you want to see your Hispanic friend with a pulse and not bathing in her own blood…”

The woman doesn’t finish her sentence, allowing the threat to linger in the air and a large grin to envelope her face. Kenna rips the letter from her hand, but when the silver eyed female takes a step back away from them she can still see the trembling movements all three girls are making. She observes the trinity of women in front of her, amused by each of them as they huddle together to read the letter.

Although Kenna is holding the letter, it is only Marie that can even decipher the message. The petite friend looks up at the auburn haired woman standing a few feet away in an observing pose, and she rips the letter from Kenna’s hand to wave rather theatrically in order to gain the silver eyed woman’s attention.

“Why is this in French?”

Smirking slightly, the curvaceous stranger simply replies. “I suppose he knows one of you can read it.”

“He?” Elizabeth speaks to the stranger, but rather than facing her head on as Kenna and Marie have, Elizabeth hides behind them.

Or, more so, hides behind Kenna.

“Yes, young blonde one, he sent me with a letter that he intends for you to read and obey.” She once again smirks. “Or he will slit your friend’s throat.”

“Read it, Marie.” Kenna snarls out the words, but Marie already has her large chocolate eyes translating the letter.

“My desirable trinity,” Marie begins. “I have but one request of you all, for it is all I have wanted since landing my gaze upon the three of you, and that is to come to me. My sun, my damsel, and my dark one, I implore you to follow Seraphina into the land in which I call my home. Your friend still has a heart that beats, but if I do not see you with my very own eyes within my abode tonight, then I am afraid that Miss. Dianna Lynch will be absent of one very important artery. With all of my love, Niklas Adair.”

Seraphina stares at the three girls, watching the different ways they react to fear and the invigoration it gives her. Elizabeth, the young blonde one constantly hiding behind her friends, is visibly quavering and continues to nervously bite down on her plump bottom lip. Those large powder blue eyes of the blonde’s continue to grow at an exceptional rate, displaying that of a deer waiting to be attacked.

Kenna, the one most who saw her first with angered green eyes, continues to try and hide her fear with fury by clenching and unclenching her fists. The girl, with both blonde and brown hair, displays an immense amount of anger, but there is more fear underlying than the more promptly shown emotion and that amuses Seraphina greatly. Kenna amuses Seraphina the most out of the three girls, finding her stubbornness to admit her own fear admirable as well as idiotic.

Marie, however, shocks Seraphina. There isn’t surprise from this letter in Marie’s large brown eyes, and neither is there a consuming amount of fear. If anything, the tiniest of the three looks determined and ready. While the other two show signs of worry, either by the clenching of fists or feverish shaking, Marie continues whispering consoling words to her two friends while pursuing the idea of joining Seraphina into a world that is nothing but abysmal.

“Do we get to say our goodbyes?” Finally, one of the girls speaks in favor of joining Seraphina, and the vampire is not one bit surprised that it is Marie asking her this question.

“No,” Seraphina tries to contain all emotions within her, speaking as stoically as she deems possible. “We leave now or I return to this very spot with the heart of your friend.”

“No….” Elizabeth gasps out the word, her entire demeanor showing how torn she is with this decision.

Seraphina almost feels bad….almost.

“He is expecting us soon,” Seraphina cuts the procrastination with this statement, and she places her hands impatiently on either side of her hips. “Will you be joining me or will you be crawling back into your beds, ridden with guilt over choosing your life over your friend’s?”

“Why did you take her?” Kenna, for once, does not sound angry as she asks this question.

If anything, she sounds fearful of the response Seraphina is about to give her. The vampire stares at Kenna for a moment, not at first replying, until finally the silver-eyed woman points to the letter.

“Why else would you do what he asks of you?”

“I don’t get it,” Marie looks up at Seraphina again, those brown eyes holding curiosity rather than fear. “Why us?”

“I suppose you must ask him, hmm?” 

Kenna can see the impatience in the silver-eyed woman’s actions, and she knows the time to save her close friend is quickly dwindling. Nervously, her green eyes dart back to Elizabeth and Marie, their votes on this matter very well determining her own fate. There is no way to deny this clawing fear branding her at this moment, her long hidden anxiety arising with fervor, and she looks to her two closest friends for guidance for what should come next.

Is it their lives or their friend’s?

“Tick tock, girls.” Seraphina’s voice finalizes it, giving them the ultimatum they all feared would come.

“Friendship isn’t something we should enact on only at our own convenience.” Marie is the first to speak, as always, but she speaks the words both Elizabeth and Kenna were afraid of hearing. “Dianna would never leave us, so why are you both pondering the thought of abandoning her?”

“Who is this man?” Elizabeth whispers frightfully, her tongue tasting the fragrance of her own blood from the profuse assault against her bottom lip. “A monster? A serial killer? Marie….I’m not ready to die.”

“And do you think Dianna is?” Marie snaps back, those chocolate eyes of hers zeroing in on her most cowardly friend.

“I’m scared.” Elizabeth sounds like a child at this moment, so frightened and alone, but the look upon her face is what drives Kenna to finally speak.

“Fear shouldn’t hinder us.” Kenna dismisses any other rational thought circulating in her mind and only focuses on this very dangerous notion. “If this man is a monster by taking Dianna, then we would be the worse of the two by letting him kill her.”

Elizabeth, although still frightened, nods her head in understanding. She doesn’t want to move from her own world, one sheltered from such a tender age, but she does not get to choose the hand she is dealt. At the same exact time, all three girls turn their different colored eyes onto Seraphina, watching the pear shaped beauty smirk devilishly in their direction.

“Well?” She takes a prideful stride towards them, catching their gazes with her own silvery one, and answers the trinity’s biggest fear. “Are you ready to play his game?”

And Marie answers a swift yes before either girl adjacent to her could regret their decision. Seraphina’s grin envelopes her before she swiftly turns around on her heel and begins walking in the direction Kenna saw her appear. Without a single word, the silver-eyed vampire knows the girls will follow her, and is not disappointed to hear the shuffling of six feet behind her.

Pulling out her phone, Seraphina sends a message fast enough for none of the girls to even see a phone appear in the curvaceous vampire’s hand, but one that cements their decision.

They are ready for your game, Nik.