Desirable Trinity

Chapter 14

Niklas is normally a man of ease, a meticulous creature who keeps his own composure during the worst of situations for the wellbeing of his own goals, but the moment Marie Shepard disappeared from his grasp; he ignites with fury.

Elizabeth stays kneeling down beside him, his knife bloodied and resting in her shaking hand. He can tell his blonde human is frightened, but those helpless blue eyes stay focused on him with complete enthrallment; his spell against the virgin near pitiful. With a deep snarl, he stands up to his feet, his eyes on the door his most favorite one disappeared from.

“N-Niklas.” Niklas can hear Elizabeth’s whimpering, but as his body trembles with fury he cares not for the human so easily under his entrapment.

“Lay in the bed, sunshine, and wait for me.” His voice comes out in a guttural tone, the monstrous part of him displaying himself in his voice, and behind him Niklas can hear the scampering of her feet.

            He doesn’t say anything else as he storms out of his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him, his thoughts halting his movements for only a single moment as he thinks of the last time one he was so captivated by left his sights.

Do not think about her.

Pinching his fingers tightly against the bridge of his nose, Niklas forces himself to reiterate that single sentence in his head as the anger nearly consumes him.

            “Nik,” Forcing himself out of his own mind, Niklas looks up at the curvaceous woman now standing before him with a small frown. “We have a problem.”

            “Yea, my problem is their friend; I haven’t killed her yet.”

            When Niklas’s black eyes finally observe Seraphina, he cannot help but linger his gaze down to her red gown hugging onto her large thighs, a deep growl escaping him. He continues his admiration for her body, staring at the thick curves that are further accentuated in the red gown. Since he was a young lad and anger would seize him, there was only way to properly get it out of his system. Prowling across the hallway towards Seraphina, Niklas’s eyes wander up and down his first turned goddess in front of him, his obedient minx the cure to his uncontrollable fury.

            “She deceived me, Seraphina.” He bites out the words with so much anger; Seraphina takes a single step back, her eyes registering his closing proximity with slight worry. “No one has left me since…”

            “Nik,” Seraphina interrupts him from speaking the name of the woman who betrayed him centuries ago, taking steps away from her maker until her back hits the bedroom door behind her. “You need to think rationally here.”

            “I am,” He snarls the words and as he approaches the curvaceous redhead in front of him, he cages her in the spot on the door with his body pressed against hers, his hand going towards the doorknob. “I’m thinking I need to get my anger out before I retrieve my other girls and rip the head off of their pestering friend who screams like she is in a God damn horror movie.”

Niklas flings the door open and as Seraphina stumbles into the empty bedroom, Niklas takes this as his cue to shut and lock the door behind him. The room they stumbled upon is not a bedroom at all, but Niklas’s office, and as he lands his gaze on her through the dimly lit room he prowls towards her predatorily. Niklas knows she understands him the most in this world, comprehending every need and want that circulates into his mind and so, before words even leave his malicious lips, Seraphina bends over the desk.

While zipping down his pants, his approaches his curvaceous beauty, his anger slowly seeping out of him at the sight in front of him. No words are spoken any longer, and he neither wants nor needs anything but this moment now. As his pants fall around his ankles, he clasps onto each side of her large hips, pulling up her dress over her back so that all he can see is the roundness of her bottom and the small black thong just barely covering the crack.

With one fatal rip, he discards the undergarment and plunges himself into his first creation, hearing the gasp of pain escape her with great longing. He is merciless with Seraphina, expelling all of his anger with each thrust, the sound of her pained cries fueling him further while diminishing the fury that Marie Shepard had caused him.

Out of the three of them, his dark one is the one that captivates him the most, luring him with the greatest fantasies of once she is finally a vampire and the craving for death she already has amplifies. He always knew she was special, the darkness embodying the human yearning for excitement and bloodshed, and so when his own blade pierces his skin by his own prodigy there were no words to describe the incident.

Instead, it reminded him of the only one before her that dared deny him when he wanted nothing but her.

It reminded him of the one woman he is starting this war against.

Alina.

As a strangled scream leaves Seraphina, it is his own release, the last thing he needed before his rage has subsided and he finishes. Pulling out of his thick goddess, he lets out a simple chuckle, smacking the round bottom that is healing from the bruises caused by his assault. As he pulls his pants up, he watches his beautiful vampire slide off of the desk and pull down her own dress, an emotionless expression now on his face.

“So what now, Nik?”

He smiles. “Simple, I’m…”

Before he can dare to utter another word, pain seers into his heart, taking claim over him for a single moment. Clutching against his non-beating heart, Niklas’s eyes whip towards the locked door and past where the agony is coming from: the attic. Without another word, Niklas disappears from the office he was just previously in, storming towards the attic where Dianna Lynch resides as the unbearable pain slowly starts to subside.

It is the feeling of one of his vampires dying, a feeling he only just recently endured when he had made Marie end Halle’s life, but a searing agony he only expected to feel just once today; not twice. Storming into the attic’s open door, the first thing he smells is the putrid stench of feces and urine belonging to the decomposing humans littering this room of his, but it is the second sight he latches onto that catches his attention in more permanently.

First, it is a body of a grotesque blonde human, freshly killed but with a smile upon his dead lips. His blue glazed eyes are focused on the sight to his right, as if this was his last sight that caused the smile upon his face, and Niklas clenches his fists when he notices what the cause of the dead human’s happiness was. Juliet’s gore covered remains splatter the floor beside this human, the stench of her guts stinging his nostrils.

And it is only after he turns away from the remains of Juliet that he notices the broken window.

“No!!!!!” Bellowing with pure fury, Niklas can only seem to scream until his eyes land on a very unfortunate Asian man with the bodies of different colored humans sewn onto him, those barely sane brown eyes staring at me with nothing but fear. “Well, hello.”

Within a moment after the man begins screaming, Niklas has his fangs embedded in the man’s neck, draining the miserable human dry until he is nothing but a sack of dismemberment. Standing up to his feet, soaked in the blood of the deceased human below him, he looks around at the terrified humans surrounding him; all as putridly grotesque as the last. He only gives them a single smile before becoming a blur before their eyes, these disgusting humans only seeing him in the blink of an eye before becoming victim to his fury.

It is only the sound of a female clearing their throat that throws Niklas’s attention away from c*****e and up to the doorway of the attic. Seraphina and Faline both are leaning on either side of the doorway, staring at their master with their silver and brown eyes swirling with different emotions Niklas cannot yet decipher to be comforting or fear driven. As Niklas stands up to his feet, his entire body now the color of innocent humans’ blood, and he faces his two most devoted vampires.

“They’re gone.”

“I suppose somebody finally won this game of yours, sir.” Faline calmly states, but Seraphina looks between Faline and back up at Niklas, knowing the one girl who remains.

Seraphina can see the rationality leave Niklas’s black eyes at that comment alone, any sanity that he mustered up throughout these decades dissipating within this single moment, and the sight terrifies Seraphina to her core. Brighter and more malevolent than Seraphina has ever seen before, large smile castes itself over Niklas’s face, displaying his insanity for both her and Faline to stare at and while Faline is excited over the sight before her; Seraphina is petrified.

“My game has only just started, Faline.” With a great purpose, Niklas strides away from the attic and back down the staircase past both females, a devious thought circulating through that devious mind of his.

With a stern look surely to frighten the recently awakened Faline, Seraphina growls. “Clean up this mess, now, unless you want me to break your neck again.”

Without another word, knowing Faline is sure to obey, Seraphina races towards Niklas. He is much faster than her due to the head start he had, but Seraphina nearly jogs to near him, the fate of the blonde woman leading towards a disastrous turn. When Seraphina finally stands beside Niklas, her hand clasping against his shoulder, he whips around and stares down at the woman constantly at his side.

“What are you planning on doing, Nik?”

Maliciousness is all that Seraphina can see in his features as he too calmly replies. “It is time I deflower and change my little blonde human for the rest of her night.” He gives Seraphina a lighthearted laugh that sends chills down her spine. “And who is better to bring my other girls back than her?”

“She’s a virgin?” Niklas tries to start walking back to where he left Elizabeth, but Seraphina steps in front of him again. “Niklas, you know the effect vampires have on human virgins, she has lost all control over herself. You must’nt turn her now, she will turn out just as Halle had when you took her. I thought you learned after Halle never to take a virgin, their souls are too susceptible to our allure.”

“Maybe I need another obedient vampire, Seraphina.” Niklas cups the side of Seraphina’s face, tucking a piece of her auburn hair behind her ear. “Not all are so easily controlled through blackmail as you once were, my beautiful, and I need an army now. The virgin’s perfect.”

Niklas knows what effect vampires have on virgins, their experience to their s****l experience unknown and therefore vulnerable. By taking Elizabeth, Niklas knew she would be under a trance like spell the moment she saw him, the easiest to take out of his desirable trinity. The three of them are the perfect combined weapon, but he knows once Elizabeth will be turned that she will be the most obedient.

Halle was so obedient that she let herself get killed by my dark one.

A looming smile is brought upon Niklas’s face upon that thought and he pushes Seraphina aside once again, strolling with pride towards his bedroom where Elizabeth obediently lies. Seraphina still follows after him, and by the time he gets to his bedroom door, her body is in front of it and staring up at him with her unwavering silvery gaze.

“Think about this Niklas, if you sleep with her and then turn her, she will forever change. Since the day you have turned me, I have not asked a single favor of you, not after everything we have been through.” She presses her body more tightly against the door, their eyes never leaving one another. “But I’m begging you, Niklas, do not take away this girl’s sanity; do not do this to another woman after you saw what it did to the first virgin.”

Niklas takes a step towards Seraphina, watching his creation stand her ground, even as his hands take her hips in his grasp and his eyes fixate farther down her body rather than in her eyes. “And what would you do for me if I did this?” His voice dropped several octaves as he asks this, the lust darkening his already abysmal eyes, and his grip on her body tightens dramatically, and as a hiss of pain escapes her red coated lips he asks. “What would I get out of this?”

“Anything,” Seraphina brings his gaze back to her silver eyes, her unnatural beauty captivating Niklas as well as arousing him. “I will do whatever it takes to keep you from doing this.”

“Will you let me be rough?”

With a gulp, she replies. “As rough as you want?”

“How loud will you scream?”

“As loud as you want me to.”

Niklas grounds himself into Seraphina’s body as his hands slide further up her body, grouping her meager breasts without mercy, his lips falling against her ear as he whispers. “Will you let me tie you up?”

He keeps one hand still on her breast while the other circulates around her waist, flushing her body completely against his, and she softly murmurs back. “Yes.”

“Would you….” He trails his finger up and down her back with a slight smirk. “Let me bring others to our bed?”

“Anything.” She replies without hesitance.

“Say it, Seraphina.” He growls the words, his hand moving around her large bottom once again and giving it a tight squeeze. “I want to hear you say how badly you want this.”

“I…I want this, Nik, give this to me.”

Suddenly, Niklas slams Seraphina’s body against the wall next to the bedroom door, grabbing onto her hands with one of his and holding them above her head. His body is pressed tightly against hers, their lips a mere centimeter away from touching, and Seraphina awaits for the waves of pain to begin. For a few moments, as they stare at one another, there are no words or actions until, all too suddenly, Niklas smiles.

“Maybe after, darling.”

Then, without warning, Seraphina is alone in the hallway and Niklas’s bedroom door is being locked behind him.

And there isn’t anything Seraphina can do now to save the blonde without blowing her own cover. Defeatingly, Seraphina strolls away from the sound of lips sloppily finding one another and she walks into her own bedroom. When she flips the lights on, Evangeline is sitting on her bed with a hopeful look in those doe shaped yellow eyes of hers, but she frowns the moment she looks at the expression on Seraphina’s face.

“Kenna and Marie saved the slayer and escaped.”

“That’s great, madam.” A large grin expands over Evangeline’s face. “Then what is that solemn expression for?”

“Because I need you to inform Kamren of something.”

“And what is that, Madam?”

“Tell him that there is no hope for Elizabeth Bell; she cannot be saved any longer.”