Desirable Trinity

Chapter 4

Anybody with the slightest recognition of the vampire world knows about Juliet Castellan, and with Dianna’s knowledge of the vampires lurking the darkness of this world better than most humans; she is justifiably terrified.

Juliet Castellan was turned in the time of Jack the Ripper, who was not a demented human by the name of Jack but a vampire Dianna just recently met by the name of Niklas Adair. Juliet was a prostitute, from Dianna’s recollection, and rather than fearing the chance of her own death like her fellow harlots, Juliet went searching for Jack the Ripper. In all of the history of Niklas’s women, Juliet was the only one who begged to be a part of his treachery, and proved to become the most malicious amongst the vampires he created.

As the barbwire digs into her skin and her blood dribbles after her, Dianna observes the excitement in the hazel eyes of her torturer. The tales of Juliet are limited compared to her maker, but with Dianna’s array of knowledge, she knows that it is this raven haired vampire that holds the most horror. Niklas is a monster, yes, but Juliet is so much more than that.

Juliet is pure malice.

Dianna grits her teeth, holding in the agony that gnaws on her body as the spikes upon the wire dig into her caramel skin brutally. Juliet continues to pull her, although Dianna holds no resistance, just so that the sharp points further their assault on her once unscathed skin. Rather than going downstairs in the abyss of Niklas’s most rumored and murderous dungeon, Juliet leads her to the attic, an area specifically for those who must suffer under the slender vixen’s grip.

Dianna does not need to admit that she is frightened, or to beg for her life and mental state, for the point is futile as well as pathetic. She knew the chance of her torturous end when she agreed to become a part of this world, to join the man with piercing blue eyes on his dangerous journey to annihilate Niklas Adair. However, what she wanted more than her own safety was to protect her friends that the mysterious vampire warned her are in grave danger.

She has to save them, and to do that she must defeat the one man that might put them in jeopardy.

Niklas Adair.

Dianna bites her tongue, knowing this is only a small speckle upon the gruesome tortures awaiting her in the attic, but she has almost great certainty that her horrific journey will end in the prosperous welfare of her friends. The vampire, whose mark brands her skin, has a plan that has only begun with her capture. Although it was never the plan for Dianna’s abduction, she knows he has a plan within this setback.

As she begins moving up the staircase leading towards the attic, she can already hear the screams of Juliet’s other victims, but Dianna thinks of her friends rather than her own pounding heart and unquenchable fear. He will save them, her friends who Niklas wish to use to complete his own malicious goals, and even if it causes Dianna’s own bloodshed she knows he will make sure they win this beginning of a war.

He always has a plan upon a step-back.

Dianna’s eyes quickly grow accustomed to the darkness of this attic, where screams of the dying and blood of the deceased decorate the place; the sight more horrific than she could ever imagine. Her brown eyes scatter across the atrocity, the victims of Juliet’s viscous hobby more grotesque than that of a Gorgon, more deformed than that of a zombie, and more tortured than Dianna could muster up in her greatest nightmares.

Limbs are littered upon the floor of this blood soaked room like they are rugs, while other amputated body parts are sewed upon humans in hideous spots on their bodies. An Asian man, in the far corner of the attic, has that of an African American’s foot and a Caucasian’s middle finger sewed on his forehead, the eyelids of this said unfortunate human removed and a mirror stapled into both of his stumps of hands so that he can forever see his disgusting appearance.

Nausea greets Dianna is great waves, her heart rapidly pounding with the great fear that now becomes overbearing. While Dianna looks around at the humans begging for death around her, Juliet observes her creatures as if they are her masterpieces. Juliet is a cruel creature, one too immersed in the own maliciousness of her mind to realize the cruelty of her ways, and she enjoys the absence of her own morality.

A woman with sores decorating her face reaches out her two fingered hand, attempting to pull the barbed wires out of Dianna’s leg, but the moment she looks down at the helpful yet tormented human below her; the woman begins screaming. Moving away from Dianna, the grotesque woman clutches onto her bald head in agony, bellows of bloody screams escaping her in waves until the woman drenched in her own blood drops unconscious right in front of Dianna without any breathe leaving her deformed lips.

Juliet leads Dianna towards the only furniture in the entire attic, a spot soaked in urine, vomit, and blood. With a smile all too eerie, Juliet removes the barbed wire from Dianna’s sore skin and sets her down on the dentist chair. Dianna has always feared the dentist office, finding it to be the worst experience in her childhood, but now she has found an entirely new reason to fear this very chair.

Dianna can smell the revolting stench of vomit beside her face, causing the churning in her stomach to only intensify. Just once, Dianna attempts to sit up from the chair, not to flee but to momentarily leave the odor that is this seat. Juliet’s smile twitches slightly in amusement, believing she is dim witted enough to flee from a home filled with vampires much faster and stronger than her, and those long claw-like black nails dig into Dianna’s shoulders.

Pushing Dianna back down in the chair, Juliet surprises Dianna by straddling her. Putting both long legs over Dianna’s waist, she hoists herself up on the uncomfortably putrid chair, gyrating her pelvic against Dianna’s until she is well situated on the chair and Dianna is thoroughly disgusted and aghast. Juliet keeps her hands on Dianna’s shoulders, those predatory hazel eyes inspecting the girl beneath her with an ever growing smile.

Slowly, Juliet slides her hands down Dianna’s arms before clasping her wrists and cementing them in place against the blood soaked arms of this chair. Juliet stares down at Dianna for an seemingly long amount of time, waiting for her to look up at her. Finally, after nearly two minutes of an uncomfortable silence and the pressure of Juliet’s grip on her wrists intensifying, Dianna meets the gaze of Juliet’s and first observes the eerily calm and pleasant smile on the malicious vampire’s face.

“What is your name, pretty one?” Juliet flips her long black hair aside, undoubtedly moving it from the bloodshed about to commence, but instead of infuriating the woman responsible for the wellbeing of her limbs, Dianna replies to her question.

“Dianna Lynch.”

“Dianna,” Juliet tests out the name on the tip of her tongue, a leering smile remaining on her lips as she murmurs. “In Roman mythology, there is a Goddess with the same name as yours, my pretty one. Do you know what she was the Goddess of?” When Dianna shakes her head, her grip on Dianna’s wrists intensifies until she can feel the circulation leaving her hands. “She was the Goddess of the hunt. Ironic, isn’t it, Dianna Lynch? The Goddess who bares the same name as yours hunts other when you are indeed the one that was hunted.”

“I suppose it might be because she spells her name differently than mine.” She spats out and a lighthearted giggle escapes Dianna’s future torturer.

“I suppose so, my pretty one.” Juliet’s claws gingerly caress her face; silence an unheard phrase to the malicious vampire. “I always prefer getting beautiful humans as my newest toys; it is always so much fun to watch the ugliness become of them.”

Then, quickly, Juliet’s claws become that of a weapon and brutally greet her victim’s face. Dianna’s left cheek burns with the taste of her claw like blades, but as the urge to scream intensifies Dianna bites her tongue. She will not give this malicious monster the satisfaction of her suffering, but just as she refuses her own urge to scream, Juliet begins giggling like a young child far too excited about their newest toy.

“Oh, Dianna, I believe I am going to be enjoying your company very much.”

“Sorry,” Dianna murmurs, her eyes leveling off with Juliet’s with a burst of foolish confidence. “I won’t be enjoying yours one f*****g bit.”

Juliet’s face lights up. “How delightful! I have been given a human with fire still in their heart.” Juliet’s eyes wander towards the silver tray beside them, where an array of silvery objects shine in Dianna’s direction, and as the malicious vampire picks up a scalpel Dianna can literally hear her heart pumping against her rib cage. “Let’s change that, shall we?”

Dianna is fearful, knowing the worst is about to become of her, but she cannot stop the words from sputtering out of her mouth. “You commented about my name, finding it ironic that I am now a hunted prey, but have you had the time to assess how pathetically ironic your own name is? Juliet, a protagonist in a famous Shakespearian play, was madly in love with a man who loved her back with just as much fervor. You, too, love a man more than your own black heart, but the pathetic part is that your monster doesn’t love you back. You are a weapon, Juliet, nothing more and the thought that you think he could be your Romeo is humorous as well as disgustingly woeful.”

The smile that Juliet has had on her face this entire time vanishes in this very moment, her hazel eyes honing in on Dianna with anger overpowering that of anybody within a thousand mile radius. In this very minute, Dianna pays more attention to the scalpel in her tormentor’s hand as well as the burning sensation from Juliet’s claws. There is more pain to come for Dianna Lynch and yet she says one last thing louder than even a bull horn and so shrill that it silences every scream and bellow in this disgusting attic.

“ACUM DU-TE LA EL!! SALVEAZă-Mă!”

Dianna faces Juliet once again without fear of what is to come, knowing he heard her plea and knowing that he will be here soon, enacting the assassination he has been planning against Niklas Adair for over two decades. Juliet’s anger has not diminished, it only grew after the Romanian words Dianna screamed that her tormentor doesn’t understand, and Dianna embraces herself for the worst pain she will ever be given.

“What did you say, pretty one?” Juliet, still straddling her newest toy, puts her long black hair up into a ponytail before hovering the scalpel directly above Dianna’s right eye. “And I do not ask questions twice.”

But the last word Dianna will ever say in front of her tormentor has been spoken, her plea to be saved undoubtedly heard by the man who marked her as his, a man who isn’t a man at all but a vampire more powerful than even Niklas Adair himself, and a vampire who will be saving her and her best friends from this monster’s evil clutches before it is too late.

“No words, now?” Juliet grins once again, her amusement for Dianna’s torture returning. “I prefer hearing your screams instead, anyway.”

Then, with one viscous thrust, the scalpel is jabbed into Dianna’s once beautiful brown eye and thrown out of her socket as if discarded trash. No matter how badly she attempts to hold it within herself, a bellowing scream escapes Dianna at the excruciating pain of losing an eye, the agony weighing down on her like a ton of bricks. Tears build up in the sole eye Dianna now has as unconsciousness takes claim over her, but before she is whisked away from her nightmare and into a blissful darkness Juliet picks up a jar holding a plethora of eyeballs.

“It’s time I make a masterpiece out of you, my once pretty one.”