Desirable Trinity

Chapter 18

Hell is a place Elizabeth had never expected to land herself in, her faith in Christ pumped her once beating heart, but this once innocent soul had a glimpse of the tormented land her damned body would go if it died for a second and more permanent time. She saw the Devil himself with a calculating smile across his face and beautiful red eyes staring patiently at Elizabeth, knowing that he will once again see her in his fiery world.

Elizabeth knew he owned her soul the moment she momentarily arrived there, and although she had only landed in that place for a few minutes, she felt the pang of regret. She had not belonged there, in the disparity that now beckons for her, but it will eventually be her fiery prison when her final death is struck. Even as she wakes up from her own death, she can see Satan’s gaze and the awaiting look he had given her.

When her eyes finally open, taking on the brand new world Niklas has given her, dehydration consumes her. Her entire body aches with the starvation it has endured through death and only a whimper of agony can dare to leave Elizabeth’s lips. A feeling similar to nails clawing her stomach resonates around her entire abdomen, and her muscles strain to move a single centimeter without groaning in protest.

But beyond that, it is her eyes that cause her the most agony.

Temptation to claw her own eyes out crosses through her mind with each paralyzing second she lays upon a blackened floor, the burning sensation only intensifying the longer she stays in the pitch darkness without giving into her own gnawing need for nutrients. She continues to try and relieve the pain whether by closing or opening her eyes, but nothing elevates the agony racking through her entire body. Elizabeth places her hands over her eyes, her now elongated claws twitching over her eye sockets as the teasing taste of diminishing this pain nears so close towards her.

It isn’t until her fingernails curve around her eyeballs that she hears the sound she had long awaited to listening to since awakening in this world. It was his voice, the beautiful cadence of the man that had changed her world in an entirely impossible way, and the indescribable man she has yearned to see more than healing her own burning body. She can hear him opening the door, shedding light into the basement she has called her prison, and a mild hiss escapes from her when the beaming illumination meets against her burning irises still covered behind her hands.

“It seems she is awake.”

A deep frown sets over Elizabeth’s face when she hears that voice, a tone too feminine to belong to her beloved, but his laugh follows after Seraphina’s comment and any sadness evaporates after that. Two sets of feet continue to step down the staircase, one heeled and one belonging to him, and Elizabeth waits in anticipation to hear the voice that she has been yearning to listen to once again. After the fiery depths of hell, all she needs is the safety of his voice.

As she continues to wait, she has yet to hear his soft deep tone, and the gnawing pain throughout her body only intensifies as she impatiently waits for it. Through the small light shining through the cracked door, she can perfectly see him, her eyes now immune to the darkness. When her burning eyes search for his through her closed hands, a growing smile creases her face with pooling desire. His black eyes find hers first, and she was awaiting a growing smile or kind words with great anticipation, hoping on hearing his kind voice and appreciation for the sacrifice she has made for him.

“Remove your hands.” It is a clear order, not laced with admiration, and yet Elizabeth beams with the simple prospect of hearing him.

For it is all she wished for whilst suffering in hell.

She obliges Niklas’s request, attempting to ignore the agony that eats at her irises, and as her hands drop from her eyes a deep frown sets over his features. He moves away from Seraphina, who Elizabeth doesn’t care to caste a glance at, and Niklas grabs onto her face. She nearly melts at his touch, no matter how unaffectionate and aggressive it is, but a deep frown sets over her face when she sees the scowl on his face continue to grow more prominent.

“The most beautiful thing about you just had to change with the transformation, didn’t it?” Niklas releases her face, and the tingling sensation his touch gave her dissipates only to be replaced with pure jealousy when he focuses on Seraphina instead. “Bring down Elizabeth’s feast.”

He didn’t call her angel, or pure one, or even another endearing term. It was a short and clipped order, showing no empathy towards her, and Elizabeth knows her body should be torn apart by this. She, however, feels as if her non-beating heart is pounding fast solely by him using her name. He has bewitched her, caste her deep within his spell and it is the most soul bounding curse she has ever willingly desired.

“Of course, Nik.”

Seraphina leaves the room as quickly as lightning, leaving Elizabeth completely alone with the man that changed her completely. Her burning eyes stare up at him, watching every movement he makes with a need to see him stare back at her. His back is turned to her, paying her absolutely no attention but he must know that all Elizabeth can ever want is to see him gaze at her, and her stare only grows more desperate the longer she looks at Niklas.

His back is straight, showing off his lean build, but Elizabeth can tell he is standing in that posture due to his anger. She doesn’t understand what he is angry about, but every action he does only further displays the fury. His fingers clench the bridge of his nose, and Elizabeth watches as he continues to take small steps away from her.

“Did I do something to…” Elizabeth stops talking for a moment, the burning in her throat nearly overbearing when words slip out of her mouth, but she forces herself to finish her sentence for him. “Upset you?”

“You’re friends did; not you.” His voice holds nothing but fury, and yet a large smile consumes her face when she hears she is not the cause of this anger; until he speaks again. “But your unsightly eyes are not helping the situation.”

“M-my eyes?” As if reminding her of the burning agony they are causing her, she once again places her hands over the throbbing sockets.

“Your eyes are the color of a Jack O’Lantern, Elizabeth, there is nothing alluring about resembling a pumpkin.” He says nothing more, his back staying closer to Elizabeth than his face.

“I-Is…” She cannot dare to speak anymore, even for him, but Niklas already seems to know the answer to her question.

“It’s fine.” Without any other words or indications for a continuing conversation, Niklas awaits for Seraphina’s return whilst Elizabeth only waits to hear any words from him.

When the basement door opens again, the light once again causes more pain to her body and a painful hiss to escape from her cracked lips once more. For a moment, Elizabeth pays no attention to Seraphina or whoever is with her as she slams her burning eyes shut for a moment in hopes that the agony will subside. It isn’t until Seraphina clears her throat that Elizabeth dares to open her eyes, and it is there that she sees three familiar faces.

The first is the police station’s Captain of her old town with a broken nose and tears falling down his rounded face. Captain Rupert tries to look at Elizabeth, but those tear stained brown eyes find it an impossible task through the darkness that only the vampires can see through. Elizabeth, however, can see the fearful man in front of her with handcuffs tightly clasping his wrists as well as the two others beside him.

Elizabeth had always thought she looked more like her mother, but through the darkness it is her father she most clearly resembles. Through her burning eyes, she is staring into the powder blue eyes stained with tears, the fear in his expression identical to Elizabeth in ways all three vampires can see. Although, Elizabeth’s fear showed no courage, the newborn vampire can see her father gripping onto her mother’s hand in hopes of soothing the middle aged woman.

For longer than Elizabeth can dare to remember, the only thing she has cared to think about is Niklas, but a crack in her emotions appears after staring at her mother. Painful sobs bring a clamor to this otherwise mute basement, tearing apart Elizabeth’s non-beating heart with the sound of her mother’s agony, and as desperately as she wants to move towards her mom her body refuses in its weak state.

“Show your loyalty to me.” Niklas’s voice pulls Elizabeth out of her thoughts towards her own mother and focuses hers full attention once again on his beautiful black gaze. “End their lives and rejuvenate yourself. Become the woman you promised to be for me, Elizabeth, be…”

“Elizabeth?!” Her mother’s voice breaks through the darkness, silencing Niklas as Elizabeth watches her mother’s teary eyes look around the abyss for her daughter. “Are you here, Elizabeth?”

“Mom?” When Elizabeth dares to speak, it is broken, sounding only partially as destroyed as she feels.

“Oh, Elizabeth!” Sobs once again fill this room. “I’m so sorry!”

“Darling?” Her father speaks next, his voice sounding cracked. “What is going on?”

“Choose me, Elizabeth.” Niklas’s eyes fill Elizabeth’s thoughts and feelings, and the newborn looks up at her maker with conflicted thoughts. “End their lives and give yourself completely to me as you had promised.”

Before now, since she had met Niklas there has been no hesitation to bid to his will. She had wanted to do everything he has asked of her, but as she looks back at her mother and the look of desperation on her mom’s face, tears pool up in her eyes. She looks back and forth between her parents and Niklas, watching as her family moves through arms around in the darkness for her while Niklas stares at her with unwavering passion.

“Who do you love the most, Elizabeth?” The torn newborn vampire looks up at the woman she had forgotten about, standing behind her parents and Captain Rupert, with her silvery gaze focusing solely on Elizabeth. “Who are you hesitant on killing?”

“My mom.” Elizabeth sounds weaker than ever before, the pain of this moment unlike anything before her, and the newborn vampire even sees Seraphina’s eyes soften by her tone.

Seraphina nods her head just once, moving closer behind her mother until her hands are against her mom’s skin, her long nails curling up her neck before breaking it in one fluid motion. Niklas shows pure fury in Seraphina’s action, but the redheaded vampire only keeps her gaze on the tear stricken Elizabeth Bell while dropping her mother’s dead body onto the floor.

“I did the hard part,” Seraphina purposely cut Elizabeth’s mother’s neck before breaking it and as the blood pools onto the floor, the newborn vampire’s thirst grows. “Now finish the job Niklas has asked of you.”

Seraphina watches as the once terrified girl no longer hesitates, doing exactly what Niklas has asked of her and sinking her newborn fangs into Captain Rupert’s neck. Slowly, the older vampiress takes steps away from Elizabeth, watching the newborn throw the drained remains of her former godfather onto the floor as if trash. Niklas moves so that he is behind her, his hands threateningly squeezing against her abdomen and hip, pressing her body against his so that his words will only greet her eyes and not the newborn vampire’s.

“I wanted her to kill them all.” He snarls, pressing her tighter against him after his fuel driven words escape his lips. “You disobeyed me, Seraphina.”

Slowly tilting her head up, she looks at Niklas, making her words barely a whisper. “She would’ve chosen her mother, Niklas; I saw it in her eyes. I have given you your weapon; I should be thanked rather than reprimanded for it.”

Niklas forces Seraphina’s gaze back onto the blonde vampire, Elizabeth’s fangs deep within her father’s throat, ending the life of the benevolent man in her life for the devil himself. He keeps her body flush against his, forcing her to watch the delirious hunger consume Elizabeth Bell as she laps up the blood of her mother onto the floor.

“She will be quite a dangerous little tool, won’t she?” A deep chuckle leaves Niklas before it is silenced by a kiss against her neck. “Go into my bedroom and wait for me for your punishment.”

“I did it for you, Nik.”

He pushes her body away from his as Elizabeth slowly begins regaining her own sliver of sanity, and Seraphina glances at the malicious man as he grins at her. “And wear that corset you know I love so much, darling. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

Seraphina momentarily looks back at Elizabeth, watching those orange eyes stare back at her with a blood craze look upon them, and knowing the sliver of humanity that newborn vampire once had dissipated by the mercy she had given the girl’s mother. The silver eyed vampire does not glance back at Niklas as she turns around, walking up the staircase and towards her bedroom to prepare for Niklas’s twisted tortures.

And just as she is about to shut the basement door behind her, she faintly hears Niklas’s pants zipper.