Desirable Trinity

Chapter 6

It wasn’t until an hour after the three girls left from their position in front of their building that any police officer even had the courage to leave the station. Casey’s captain gave the three resilient friends the nickname ‘disastrous trio’ after rumors circulated on their threats towards the police if they did not further their search for Dianna.

The name undoubtedly suits them, the three of them creating the perfect explosion heading straight towards Casey and his fellow co-workers.

Casey is the last one in the station, everybody else fleeing the moment they believed the girls wouldn’t be back, but he was unable to move from his desk. His brown eyes find themselves on the picture resting on his lap, a part of his past smiling beautifully back at him with a pair of perfect magnetizing eyes. He has both of his hands gripping the photograph of him and Dianna in fear of possibly dropping it, and he can only seem to stare with memories surging back with ardor.

Dianna and him were perfect, the ideal couple, but it tumbled before he could even realize what had occurred. He clearly remembers the day, a particular evening he thought was going to be the greatest moment of his life. Resting on his desk is a symbol of how great he assumed that night was going to go in the form of a very large diamond ring.

She didn’t tell him why she wanted to end things, and that is what he believes hurts him the most. He continued to ask if it was because of her father, the recent passing of her mother, or if she had found somebody new but she said no to all three. He cannot get the visual out of his head of the tears streaming down her face that night, reiterating the same words over and over again to him until fury replaced his numb confusion.

‘We cannot be together anymore, Casey.’

The only reasonable conclusion Casey can come up with is that she left him so that she could flee from this town and away from her father. The thought of that man brings fury into Casey’s heart, the hatred he holds for the monster, who dared to lay a hand on Dianna, more severe than anything he has felt before. With fury, Casey slams the photograph back onto his desk beside the engagement ring, and he stands up to his feet.

Rummaging his hand through his spiky brown hair, he exhales deeply before storming away from his desk and towards Officer Kincaid’s. It is no secret that he stashes every brand of whiskey in his desk drawer, and nothing sounded better than the acidic taste of Jack Daniel’s. He collapses into Kincaid’s swivel chair, his eyes focused only on the drawer and the visible lock on it.

“Oh, come on!”

Placing both of his hands on the lock, Casey fiercely attempts to pull this unwavering lock from its spot, his anger quickening the more he fails. Violently screaming, Casey kicks the drawer, and by doing that he falls from the moving chair and onto the floor. Casey, for a moment, sits in this spot in an inner battle with his own emotions until the sound of the station’s door opening brings him up to his feet with the embarrassment of his actions showing in the redness of his cheeks.

Casey’s brown eyes meet with a pair of striking blue ones he has never seen before; belonging to a man he couldn’t possibly know. The stranger’s arrival into the police station at two in the morning is unusual, but by the sight of what lays in his hand, Casey is on high alert. A brand new bottle of Jack Daniels is held tightly in the black gloved hands of this stranger and Casey immediately puts his hand on his holster.

“I do not know what I find more pathetic about you,” The man smiles, showing Casey two teeth sharper and whiter than the rest. “It is either the fact that an inanimate object sent you falling on your flat ass, or that you would be dimwitted enough to try to pull a gun on a vampire who so graciously stole this bottle of Jack for you.”

“Vampire?” Out of the entire babble this stranger spewed, the most ludicrous part of it sticks with Casey. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m an….acquaintance of Dianna’s.” He takes a step closer to Casey. “You know the one you are searching desperately for alcohol because of?”

“You have three seconds, before I…”

“Oh, please do finish that sentence, Deputy.” The stranger teases his authority and takes another step towards the obviously angry yet oblivious officer. “Before you even have the chance to pull your gun out of your holster, I will have your heart in my hand, and I do prefer having you alive.”

A part of Casey doesn’t believe this stranger, the man who has yet to introduce himself, but there also isn’t a part of Casey that wants to test this theory out either. Moving his hand away from the holster, he breaks the distance between the stranger and him to rip the Jack Daniels from his hand, opening it before uttering a single word. Depending on the taste of this acid, he takes greedy gulps before prying it from his own lips and focusing on the all too cocky man in front of him.

“We drink this together,” Casey passes the bottle back to him. “And once it is gone, you are too.”

The stranger laughs, a warm and almost too alluring of one. “Alright then, Deputy.” He takes a few chugs from the bottle, taking his time in relishing the strong taste before passing it back to Casey. “But I warn you, by the end of this, you will be drunk and I will be leaving you to cry like you are a little baby.”

Casey bites out a theatrical laugh at that comment, drinking after this stranger with the desperation to have him gone and to become intoxicated. He, however, will not cry. Casey Romanov is a lot of things, but he has never ever cried and he intends to keep himself emotionless in whatever this lunatic has to say to him.

“Alright, Dracula.”

Passing the whiskey back to the stranger, the supposed vampire laughs. “I am a vampire, but not Dracula; I am far too interested in males to get myself killed over a female.”

As the ‘vampire’ takes a gulp of the whiskey, Casey cannot help but ask. “So you’re Edward Cullen?”

The once cheerful, yet delusional, stranger frowns at that comment and quite forcibly pushes the bottle back into Casey’s hand. “Funny. If you dare to make that comparison again, then I’ll rip your vocal cords out and make sure you can never speak with such annoyance ever again.”

“You really are sticking to the vampire story, huh, loony?” Casey chuckles to himself before chugging down at least three shots worth of whiskey, the effects of the alcohol taking its toll as he passes the poison back to the stranger.

“I should turn my life into a story, shouldn’t I?” The stranger smirks and brings the bottle up to his lips before murmuring the one thing that sobers Casey up. “I do live a fascinating life alongside my little human, Dianna, before she was taken from me and faces an unimaginably gruesome death.”

“Don’t you dare…”

“Threaten her?” He passes the Jack back to Casey halfway empty, and purposely burps before continuing to speak. “I want to save her. It is you that has seemed to have misplaced your own courage and realize what her friends have already noticed. She was taken and I want you to help me get her back.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

Casey’s grip on the Jack bottle only seems to tighten the more he stares at this man in front of him, a man he has every intention of smashing upside the head with this bottle if he does not answer Casey’s answer.

“I am a very very very old vampire, who was working with Dianna to kill a very very old vampire, who is not as old as me.” The stranger’s blue eyes look down at the Jack Daniels and he smirks. “And you are about to break that glass and hurt your hand if you squeeze any tighter.”

“Who are you, really?” I bark. “No more bullshit, no more stories about vampires, and no more threats about Dianna! Who the f**k are you?!”

“Do you not see the fangs in my mouth, Deputy? It’s your job to be observant for minimal things like someone texting while driving, and yet you cannot see what is clearly right in front of you? Tsk Tsk.” The stranger disappears from in front of Casey in a matter of a single second, but before Casey can even look for the mysterious man, Casey can feel his cold breath brushing across his ear. “I’m a very very very old vampire, who has been trying to kill a very very old vampire for almost a century, and finally found a way to do so with Dianna as my partner. If you care not to believe the truth for what it is, then I suppose I will be your ex-girlfriend’s knight and shining armor.”

He disappears once again, the coldness leaving Casey’s body, and the vampire stands in front of Casey once again.

“Now that I have you partially believing what is so obviously in front of your eyes,” The stranger points to the bottle in Casey’s hand. “You might want to drink while I talk, yes?”

“Vampires don’t exist.”

“Then what am I?” He smirks. “I have a heart that doesn’t beat, my skin is as white as snow, I have f*****g fangs, and can beat a cheetah in a chase. What else could I be? And you better not say Snow White or something else equally delirious.”

Casey tries to come up with a reasonable solution to the man in front of him, a stranger he has yet to discover the name of and yet stands before Casey telling him every other secret of his life. Vampires are a folktale, a creature in a number of stories young teenage girls read for some sense of exhilaration that copious amounts of blood and grotesquely pale men give them. Yet, this man before Casey spews a story unexplained by anything but vampirism, and in the downfall of this alcohol Casey cannot help but believe this unusual man.

“I want to know your name, Edward Cullen, before I listen to anything else.”

As Casey begins to drink once again to handle this new turn of events, the stranger furrows his bushy eyebrows together in aggravation. “I can tell you it sure as hell isn’t Edward Cullen, or any other sparkling creature feeding solely on the disgusting blood of animals because, not only do I not sparkle, but I do prefer the taste of Dianna’s blood or perhaps a male stripper with an exotic name.”

Casey drops the whiskey bottle on the floor.

As the glass crashes against the hardwood, Casey’s alcohol dazed eyes zero in on the man he now loathes. “Dianna?”

The stranger smiles, but the moment Casey lunges his smile grows triple its normal size. Drunkenly, Casey swings his fist at the man’s square jaw, hoping to feel the crunch of the bone against his knuckles but only taste air instead. Casey stares at an empty spot in front of him where the stranger once stood, anger consuming Casey, and he quickly pulls his gun out.

Aiming at absolutely nothing and everything, Casey screams. “What did you do to my girlfriend?!”

“Ex-girlfriend, to my acknowledgement.” Casey watches as the stranger gracefully falls from the ceiling and lands on his feet, smiling with pride at the wide-eyed human. “And nothing, as I said earlier, I am here because I want to save her.”

Before Casey could even get the room to stop spinning, the stranger has Casey’s gun in his back pocket, standing in front of him with a simple smirk before pushing him down. Casey flails his arms around, attempting to grab onto anything to save himself from the pain ready to take him over, but when his bottom is enveloped by the softness of his chair, he looks up at the stranger with confusion. The stranger only continues smiling, his blue eyes momentarily switching onto the photo of Casey and Dianna beside an engagement ring before focusing back on the intoxicated Deputy.

“Now,” The stranger crouches down so his hands are gripping Casey’s knees, holding the drunk human in his place. “I am going to speak and you are going to hold every urge to purge, alright?”

After a few long seconds, Casey nods his head, a strangled and distorted word leaving his lips. “Alright.”

“The creation of vampires started only a mere hundred years after the creation of humans, where only a sliver of malevolence scattered this seemingly pleasant world. As angels begun falling from heaven to become a part of Earth, demons rose from hell to do the same, and together one fallen and one demon created a mesh of the two creatures. The fallen and the demon tested this theory out with the souls of five innocent orphans, and once he molded their souls together in blood they fled and watched the five flourish into what is now known as vampires.”

“Dianna….” Casey slurs the words, but the stranger only smirks.

“I’m getting to her, be patient, drunkey.” The stranger continues. “Quickly, the fallen and demon continued to mold their blood with that of other humans and created more vampires, and only stopped when these creatures begun to turn others themselves. However, as the vampire world grew larger, they also became foolish and disastrous as their hunger for blood dictated every bit of them. So, the five originals created a monarchy that hasn’t changed since the 1200’s, with the Queen reigning with the four men making sure none try to disobey the vampiric code.”

The stranger grimaces. “The very very old vampire I spoke about, Niklas Adair has been trying to claw his way up to power since the monarchy begun. First, he tried to wed our Queen, only to be forbidden from her palace and wanting to take the throne from her even more feverishly. Since then, he has been taking girls, turning them, and creating an army to take down this monarchy.”

The stranger stands up to his feet and picks up what Casey immediately recognizes as Dianna’s phone. The stranger flips it open and shows the screen to Casey, displaying a photograph of Dianna and the disastrous trio, his finger pointing to the three he is less interested in.

“From my un-named source, these three are the last of his army, a group of over two hundred women trained to be killers for him. After he turns the three of them and sires them to him, then he will attack our Queen to take the throne, and so I came to the fourth girl in this photograph for her help.” He then points to Dianna, the peak of Casey’s interest. “I was training her to become my secret weapon, so that she and I could infiltrate the mansion to take him down before stealing her friends and transforming them into weapons. Niklas would not kill somebody so close to his girls, especially if he wants them to trust him, and so she was ideal. Until he took her.”

“Took her?” Casey slurs and the stranger nods his head and places Dianna’s phone in his hand.

“Yes, drunkey, she is kidnapped and in pain from what I heard in her voice. She was my ideal choice to help me in his assassination, but I suppose I have to settle with you, flat ass.” Wiping pretend debris off of his shirt, he smirks. “The three girls have already been taken while you sat in here staring at a picture frame and a ring, and so that means we have one week to save Dianna and stop Niklas from turning them into weapons and turning the vampires against the humans after taking the throne from Queen Alina.”

“What?”

Confusion lurks Casey, even as the drunkenness wears off, but the stranger only smirks and points to the phone. “My number is the only number I kept in her contacts. Call me once you are sober so that we can talk strategies about how to keep your lover alive.”

“What?”

“You aren’t a literate drunk, are you, Deputy?” The stranger smirks. “Either you call me in the morning to help me, or you could always let Dianna’s life be filled with torture while you sit here still believing the vampire world doesn’t exist. Your choice.”

And, within a blink of an eye, the stranger Casey just previously saw in front of him disappears.

And the first thing Casey does is cry in a drunken stupor.Cha