Desirable Trinity

Chapter 10

Without looking over her shoulder, Elizabeth just keeps running.

Elizabeth can see Marie beside her, a large grin consuming her excited friend’s face, but distraught latches onto Elizabeth as well as hope. She wants out of this home, and now an opportunity has presented itself where that can be possible. Her first goal is to get the farthest from Niklas as she can, from the man who made the fear dissipate and replaced it with a feeling Elizabeth has never experienced before.

Lust.

The feeling is foreign to Elizabeth, causing a stirring sensation within her she has never experienced before. Her core clenched at the sight of him, and while she should’ve been fearful of the man with fangs ready to pierce her skin; she could only think of how beautifully her body would mold with hers.

She has an unimaginable amount of fear for this man, but not due to the creature he is but that she worries what she might do just to stay closer to him.

Marie grabs onto Elizabeth’s arm, stopping their running as well as throwing Elizabeth out of her own thoughts. Marie is the first to notice Kenna’s absence, the inexplicably quiet room frightening both girls while Marie looks around in search for Kenna. With nobody in the long hallway, which they seemed to have been running in for minutes, Marie focuses back on the friend she still has beside her.

“We have twenty four hours, so we cannot just run and hope we hear Dianna screaming, we need to think about this.” Marie waits for Elizabeth to speak, but when the meek blonde’s only response is a nervous bite of her bottom lip, Marie sighs. “Where might a kidnapper hide somebody they don’t want anybody to find?”

“A place they don’t think anybody would look for?” Elizabeth raises a light brown eyebrow, uncertain of her answer, but she is relieved when Marie nods her head.

“Where would that be?”

Once again, Elizabeth begins biting on her bottom lip instead of a reply.

“We have to start searching the rooms; she isn’t going to just be lounging in the halls for us to find.”

“But….” Elizabeth whispers. “What if the monsters are waiting for us behind these closed doors?”

“We are not children anymore, Elizabeth; there aren’t imaginary monsters under your bed for me to check for you. You have to face your monsters head on now.”

“Can you open the doors?” Elizabeth fearfully asks, awaiting Marie’s assistance as she always has since childhood. “I’m scared…”

“Whatever comes out of these doors, we can handle.” Marie gives Elizabeth a small smile. “Together.”

“And what about Kenna?” Elizabeth asks.

“We will look for them both, okay?”

With a frightful nod from Elizabeth, Marie takes her hand and leads them to the closest door.

Marie will not admit as bluntly as Elizabeth that she is scared because fear is not the only emotion that clouds Marie. She is excited by the aspect of a cat and mouse game, even if she is the rodent in this equation because she will make sure of it that she wins in the end. Marie must always win, no matter the game or the consequences.

As Marie’s small hand moves around the knob, she ignores the pain in her other hand from Elizabeth’s tight grip and she opens the door. Awaiting the worst, Marie winces back, expecting the most horrid sight in front of her but instead the two girls stare at a closet filled with towels and cloths. Both girls look at one another, forced out laughs escaping them, and when they shut the door they are walking towards the next room.

When Marie more confidently opens the next door, she saw the sight she was frightened to see.

 The room is small, just slightly bigger than the closet, without any furniture or items. Only a lamp without a shade rests in the middle of the room, illuminating the grotesque disaster of the place. Marie can only focus on the dead rodents first, their skin and bones are all that is left as every drop of blood is drained out of their small bodies.

Elizabeth is the first to see the dead children.

The ages range from three to eleven, without a single child older, and every single one of them are dead. Their necks, all distorted in gruesome angles, show them their faces splattered with their own blood. The eyes of these children look up at Marie and Elizabeth with a deep glaze across them, death showing in these younglings’ features.

Marie dares to look at the monster responsible for all of these deaths, and the moment her brown eyes meet with the largest eyes she has ever seen, she can only gasp. The woman does not appear to be older than her early twenties, with the most beautifully large blue eyes she doesn’t want to look away from. The vampire has curly blonde hair that is molded with the blood of her victims, with small heart shaped lips dripping with the blood of the barely breathing deer in her arms.

The vampire doesn’t smile, but allows her eyes to show the emotions her lips will not. “Do you want to play with me? I’m so lonely here, only my toys keep me pleasure.” The blonde Barbie vampire slides her fingers down the deer’s fur, her eyes lighting up with hope. “I would like some new friends.”

The Barbie slowly stands up to her feet, dropping the dying deer onto the floor, and shows them her white floor length gown stained with blood. An excited expression shows in her eyes as she takes a step closer to the girls, her bloodied hands reaching out for them. Elizabeth is already backing away from the creature, pulling on Marie’s hand to join her, but instead of feeling Marie’s embrace she invites another’s.

Her body is turned around, and no longer is Elizabeth staring at the frightening Barbie vampire but gazing up at Niklas Adair. A coolly smile crosses the man’s face, his fangs apparent but every inch of fear Elizabeth once had is disintegrated and all she can dare to feel is the same foreign emotion that brings wetness in between her legs. His arms wrap around her small waist, chilling and heating her body up, but even as Niklas looks away from her she cannot stop staring at him.

Elizabeth is allured.

Niklas watches Marie’s fascination as well as disgust towards his young tormented vampire, Halle, and is mesmerized by her. Marie doesn’t move an inch as Halle moves closer to her, her bloodied fingers clasping Marie’s hand, excitement becoming this vampire at the prospect of gaining a new friend. Niklas keeps his grip tight on Elizabeth, making sure his pure human is still enthralled by him even as his focus is not on her, and he infused on what Marie will do if commanded by him.

“Kill her, Marie.”

While Halle pays no interest in Niklas, her mind too warped by her own delusions, Marie looks back at him with wide eyes. For only a moment, Marie looks at Elizabeth wound in his grasp, before she gazes at Niklas once again. Pulling out a knife, the alluring vampire throws it onto the floor beside Marie, watching his dark human stare at the weapon with conflicting emotions.

“There is a part of you that has wanted to end this tormented soul’s life since you laid eyes on those dead children littering her room. Ask her if she did anything wrong, my dark goddess, and hear the maliciousness that consumes her.”

“Did you do this to her?” Marie looks at Niklas for an answer, the strong woman crumbling as she continues to remember the sight of the dead babies, and Niklas shakes his head while attempting not to smirk through his lie.

“I would never do this to a woman, she was a monster before I turned her, and it only worsened as the years progressed.” He will not tell Marie how he corrupted Halle’s frail soul as he plans to with Elizabeth, but instead coolly lies. “She will continue killing children, younger ones even, before I can dare to stop her. Do what you want to her, my dark one.”

As Niklas spoke, Marie imagined the sight of Halle’s lips dripping not with the blood of a deer that rests in her arms but a child’s, and disgust churns her stomach. With the vampire’s hand still intertwined with Marie’s, Marie slowly lowers herself down and picks up the blade. Marie does not know what is worse in this mansion, the battle between the good choices and bad weighing down on her and contorting her true emotions.

Halle is a murderess worse than she has ever seen before, a child murderer who gleams with hope for a friend.

 Is she evil or tormented?

Should she save her or kill her?

 Marie doesn’t know if she should use this blade on the killer of these children or the vampire who created her. She watches the woman standing in front of her, her lips stained with red liquid, and Marie is unsure if it is the blood of a child or animal, or if it is simply lipstick.

“You killed children….” Marie whispers. “Do you care that you did that?”

“Children are toys meant to die in order to be played with.” Halle’s eyes show hope. “Will you play with the kids with me?”

Marie’s grip on the blade tightens, hearing the innocent tone of her voice and the monstrous words she spoke, Marie’s decision made before even asking the question of the vampire’s morality. With her hand still intertwined with Halle’s, Marie drives the blade into the creature’s heart. Deceit and betrayal shows in those large eyes, but as her body quickly decays and spills with blood in front of Marie, Halle not once opens her mouth to let out a gasp.

Instead, two tears of blood fall down her face before her entire body turns into a pool of blood and ash.

“Marie,” Her name sounds like liquid nectar upon his lips, and Marie looks up at the vampire with defeat. “How did that feel? Ending the life of a wicked soul?”

Marie helplessly collapses onto the floor in front of the remains of the creature she had just killed and stares at the vampire with his arm around Elizabeth’s waist. As if the sight pains her, she looks away from Niklas and down at the blade drowning in the pool of red liquid and debris, her eyes unable to look away from the weapon she had killed somebody with.

Slowly, Marie lifts up the blade from within the mess and whispers out the honest answer to Niklas’s question. “Amazing. Killing her felt right….it felt amazing.”

A large smile envelopes Niklas’s face as he and Elizabeth move towards Marie, his hand outstretched for her. “Let me get you a change of clothes, my dark one.”

Weak with the truth escaping her lips, Marie takes the hand of the man she is supposed to run from and allows him to help her up to her feet. She doesn’t look up at him but invites the touch of his arm moving around her waist, steering her away from the murder she had just committed and farther from the vampire who had watched the entire scene happen.

Evangeline wipes away the tears spilling down her face and pulls out her phone, typing out a message of warning to the person who can save these girls.

2/3 girls already tempted. Save the slayer soon. She’s in the attic. Hurry. Please.