Desirable Trinity

Chapter 20

Dianna sees the monster in front of her, processes just how cruel and meticulous he is, and understands that if he doesn’t die tonight then she surely will. Those abysmal eyes stay tuned on Dianna, focused solely on her and her demise, and yet the emotion bubbling inside of her is pure excitement. She wastes no time as she goes behind her back and pulls out both of her swords, the curved blades gleaming threateningly in front of Niklas’s pale face.

The man snarls, his intentions as clear as Dianna’s, and they no longer hold back their own deadly desires. Niklas is the first to pounce, his claws elongated and itching to slide across her neck, but she doesn’t dare give him a chance. His claws meet one of her swords, nails against blade, and without hesitation Dianna bends and slides her second weapon across his stomach.

He doesn’t show any sign of pain, and instead moves with the agility only a vampire could possess. His claws are sharper than most blades, merciless towards the intended prey, and as one slides against Dianna’s already torn up arms she holds back a scream as she swigs her sword towards any part of his body. They are both determined to cause the other one bloodshed, and as pain ricochets off of Dianna’s body, she doesn’t ignore the smile upon Niklas’s lips.

“What do you believe is going to happen if you win this fight, pirate?” He smirks at his newfound nickname for the soon to be deceased deformity in front of him, but she doesn’t even flinch at his pet name. “If you manage to kill me, then do you think this war will be over? These women will die for me, they will-”

“God! What is with you villains and always giving monologues?!” Dianna remarks, but as she swigs both of her swords towards his head, Niklas manages to duck and give a large grin showing two elongated fangs.

“Distraction.”

Without another second to prepare, Dianna is thrown onto the ground, and Niklas is gone. Dianna’s chin smacks against the ground and already she can hear the cackling from the woman above her. Dianna curses under her breathe, losing the chance to end Niklas Adair’s life, and she turns around and swiftly slides both of her swords into the vampire’s heart above her.

Immediately, Dianna closes her one eye and embraces the copious amounts of gore that splatters down her face before jumping up to her feet, opening her eye once more and preparing herself for whoever else comes after her. She moves around for Niklas as if she is the predator and he is her prey that knows she loathes the chase. Each vampire that comes in her way receives a swift death, and she continues her journey towards the tall lanky build she is watching stroll up the staircase where Marie stands and Kenna awaits.

She had spent one second too long staring at him, and by the time she had turned around, her throat was yet again a victim to a vampire’s tight grip. This time, however, Dianna’s grip is tight on her swords, and she doesn’t hesitate to slam them both into this woman’s heart. Dianna collapses in the guts of the vampire and is quickly up to her feet in enough time to reflect the next vampiress’s attack.

For a while, Dianna cannot see people and their faces, but the hue of vampire’s blood as it greets her face with each murder she inflicts. She does not want to see the person they once were, or who they could possibly be without Niklas; Dianna only sees Juliet. The monster, which Niklas created, could be within each of them and she is creating a m******e fueled with vengeance. She can hear their screams, she can acknowledge that none of them are Niklas or Juliet, but she cannot stop herself from imagining them as she ends the lives of all that follow Niklas.

Her arms are in a motion of slashing, her legs moving in a routine, and her heart pumping with a mixture of adrenaline and delirious revenge. Her one eye can barely see, as she doesn’t care to wipe the blood from her vision, and she only continues her rampage with fury. For a  moment, Dianna forgets why they are there, what the true plan is, and she is fighting for all that she had lost; killing the closest responsible for her deformities.

It isn’t until there is a vampire strong enough to stop her. Dianna doesn’t stop killing until her back is slammed against the wall and her weapons are forced out of her hands. A snarl escapes the revenge driven woman as she moves around, kicking and attempting to head-butt whatever vampire is in front of her, but soon the tears streaming down her one eye wash away the blood that makes her vision blur and she can see who stands in front of her.

Kamren.

Those piercing blue eyes draw her out of her own state of mind and bring her back to reality, focusing her attention solely on him rather than the c*****e of blood and guts she had just caused. As Dianna looks around, she does not see any of the vampires remaining, except for Elizabeth who is being held down by both Evangeline and Casey. Elizabeth’s now orange eyes are feral, focusing down on Dianna with pure hatred, and quickly she looks back up at Kamren, who is sporting an amused smirk on his face.

“Is your little period over now? Was killing all of those vampires relieving enough?”

A gentle smile crosses Dianna’s lips at his questions, and she softly nods her head. “What happened?”

“You mean while you were playing Beatrix Kiddo?” Kamren smirks at his own comeback before he answers. “Oh, nothing, we just accidentally managed to get Kenna killed.”

“What?!”

Kamren’s grin only seems to widen. “Don’t worry, I was just joking. You are too cute to tease.” Kamren pinches Dianna’s cheek and she pushes him off of her, which he only replies to with a lighthearted laughter. “But, in reality, the plan almost worked.”

“What do you mean almost?”

“He means,” Dianna looks over at Seraphina, who is carrying an unconscious Kenna in her arms as Marie walks behind her with a bloodied neck. “That this is only the beginning of our war with him.”

Dianna looks over at Marie, whose brown eyes are infused on the floor, and asks the question everybody is wondering. “What the hell happened?”

Marie looks up at merely frowns.

(Marie’s POV)

            Marie is watching everybody below her, fighting as if this is their only chance at life. They are all a blur of swords, blood, and death on the ground floor. The sight sickens Marie, but also frightens her as her focus zooms in on Dianna and Niklas. The two of them are faster than lightning, meeting each other’s advances with a flawless defense, but every so often manage to cause the other one harm.

            Each s***h causes Marie to gasp, but what scares her is whether her fear is for Dianna’s life alone or Niklas’s as well. He has an effect on her she has never experienced before; an uncontrollable itch that he can only relieve that consumes her entire body. She craves him, needs him, and desires the very face that she knows can easily transform into a monstrous creature.

            Marie is told and is aware that her emotions are supernaturally enhanced, and that it is very possible that Niklas does not feel the same way but just because everybody is telling her this doesn’t mean that it deters her thoughts. She wish it did, but each time she tries to focus on something else she feels his icy touch on her skin as if he was standing right in front of her. The only time her body and mind agree on the monster within him is when Marie finds Elizabeth as a vampiric creature her timid friend once feared.

            She steers her eyes away from Niklas and Dianna and focuses on Elizabeth, who is fighting Evangeline with pure fury in those unusual shade of orange irises she now has. Gone is the girl that was too scared to open a bedroom door in Niklas’s house, and here she sees the beast that has possessed her soul. This woman below her is a creature that Niklas has created, destroying the innocent girl she had once loved and giving a monster her body.

            Marie watches with wide brown eyes as Elizabeth throws Evangeline onto the ground, ready to stake her, and a bellowing scream escapes her. For a single moment, those orange eyes glare up at Marie, and naively she thought that her once human friend was going to show a sliver of her old self as they looked at one another. But instead I watch as Elizabeth’s orange eyes brim with so much hatred it causes Marie to stagger.

            Right into a cold, yet rigid, body.

            A squeal escapes Marie and she abruptly turns around, staring into the dark eyes she recognizes all too well. She tries to take a step back, urging her body to move from the monster in front of her, but her brain forbids it. She is paralyzed in the spot, her eyes shimmering up at his pale face, with a pair of all too inviting lips curled up in a prideful smile and hands moving to claim her slim hips as his.

            “You…” She tries to gain her voice, but the ability seems almost impossible, and as her words die out his smile only widens.

            “Me.” He calmly says, his voice a tune Marie had regrettably missed hearing, and he takes another step towards her. She wants to move, begging her body to leave his touch, but she can only stare wide eyed as his chest brushes against hers and his hands slip under Marie’s shirt and slide those claws across her bare hip. “Did you miss me, my dark Goddess?”

            “You…you destroyed her.” Marie’s voice is barely above a whisper, which she knows Kenna cannot hear but the words ring through Niklas’s ears as he squeezes onto her body tighter.

            “I turned her into the creature she was always meant to become. I did her a favor, my beauty; I gave her immortality and a world in which she can control.” She wants to melt at his touch as his hands continue sliding up her stomach, to listen to melodic words he muses. “It is your destiny, too, to become invincible. You will be my most treasured jewel, my most favorite bride.”

            “And Elizabeth?” Marie shocks herself with the hardness of her tone and she forces herself to look away from his beautiful face and back at Elizabeth, who is now being held down by Casey and Evangeline, resembling a rabid animal. “Does she mean nothing to you? After you destroyed her-”

            “I gave her more than she could ever dream of possessing!” Marie whips her head back around, glaring at the man now digging his claws into her skin; resembling the monster he hides so well. “You are the most important gem of my collection, you are meant to become mine! A creature of the night! Just as Kenna will be and Elizabeth has already embraced!”

            Marie can see Kenna now, moving out of the shadows and towards Niklas with the dagger gleaming in the light. Fury consumes the petite brunette and she dares herself to glare at the man in front of her with all of the anger in the world.

            “What are we supposed to embrace, Niklas? Becoming soldiers for your own vendetta against the only girl who realized how sick and twisted you really are?!” She lifts up her hand, ready to strike him across the face, but the man before her only smiles a wicked grin and turns around to face Kenna.

            Kenna freezes as the man she was just a few seconds away from killing towers over her, and she believed this to be her moment of death. Kenna’s green eyes look behind the all too malice smile on Niklas’s face and stares at the fear and anger stricken expression on Marie’s face. Marie fears for Kenna’s life, but more than that she wants to watch Niklas’s last moments on earth no matter the causalities.

            “You think you could fool me, my damsel?”A humorless laugh escapes him and like he is lightning striking, he throws Kenna.

            Marie’s anger dissipates at the sight in front of her, watching her dearest friend being thrown against a wall, collapsing on the floor unmoving. The blade, too, is on the floor in between Kenna’s fallen body and Niklas’s build. She wants to get to it, to end the life of the man that killed Elizabeth and replaced her friend with a monster, but before she could move Niklas has a hold of her with his fangs driving into her neck.

            A bellow escapes Marie as she fights against her attacker; hitting and kicking him without any prevail. He continues to drink from her, draining the life out of her until all she can see is spots in her eyes. It has only been a few seconds, maybe half of a minute, but she soon stops and lays her body against his.

            It is so cold, as if a bucket of ice has been poured onto her veins, freezing her entire body with an unfamiliar sensation that is neither good nor bad. She is dying, she knows it, but before death can cease her he pulls his fangs from out of her throat. Those dark eyes stare at her weak brown ones with success, paying attention to nothing but the woman below him just hours away from becoming his. He bites down on his wrist, the blood soon to be Marie’s nourishment by force, but before he can force his dark one to drink it; he is tackled.

            His body is thrown onto the floor, and as a blur of red pins him on the floor he begins laughing. Seraphina’s silver eyes blaze down at him with seething hatred, something Niklas has been naïve not to have noticed after centuries with the curvy seductress above him. Her auburn hair falls down her chubby cheeks, brushing against Niklas’s nose, and she holds a stake up in the air.

            “It would only seem fair that you ended my life, my love.” Niklas grins with his blood stained fangs, but he dares himself to sit up and stare at the woman he knows better than anybody in this world. “But with me dead, how are you ever going to find your son?”

            Seraphina tenses up as Niklas grasps the dangling locket around her neck, and he opens it to see the poorly drawn portrait of Seraphina’s son from centuries ago. It takes time, but the conflicted woman slaps his hand away from her locket and pins his arms once more with one of hers, with her second hand raising the stake with determination.

            “It’s been over five hundred years, he’s dead.” Seraphina snarls. “You made sure of that.”

            “Or perhaps his master turned him five hundred years ago?” Niklas raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Kill me and you will never find out.”

            “If I kill you…” Every word Seraphina says displays the years of built up hatred for the man below her, and she tightens her grip on the stake. “Then I’m finally free from you forever.”

            “Yes, perhaps, but then your dear baby Roderick will never see freedom himself.” Slowly, almost with defeat, Seraphina’s grip loosens and Niklas manages to push her off of him. Seraphina falls onto the floor, watching the man she has long since thought about killing smile at her with pride over the power he has over her. “Good choice, Seraphina.”

            “Where is he?” She snarls, her fangs piercing her lip, but he only opens the door on the second floor and beams with pride.

            “The Castle, see you there.”

            With a single wink, he disappears and Seraphina runs to the barely conscious Marie. Wrapping an arm around her, she helps the petite brunette up to her feet; ignoring the waves of sympathy those large brown eyes are giving her. As soon as Marie is up to her feet, Seraphina silently moves away from her, picks Kenna up, and leaves the spot where she let her most hated enemy leave in exchange for the possibility that her son is alive.

            When the three girls make it back downstairs, Kenna is still unconscious and the always ferocious Dianna is demanding answers.

            “What do you mean almost?” Dianna sneers and Seraphina lets out a sigh only Marie can hear.

      “He means that this is only the beginning of our war with him.” Seraphina waits as Marie walks besides her, giving her a sympathetic look once again, and Seraphina inwardly groans.

Seraphina had expected Dianna to put the blame on her, but that single eye focuses solely on Marie beside her. Marie has been focused on the floor, the effects of blood loss bringing her focus away, but soon the doe eyed human looks up at Dianna.

      “What the hell happened?”

      Marie and Seraphina both frown and the silver eyed vampire waits to hear Marie tell of her failure, when she hears a lie. “Niklas saw us coming and was about to turn me into a vampire if Seraphina didn’t scare him off. He ran the moment he heard her coming.”

Dianna groans, pinching the bridge of her scarred nose, and murmurs. “So what now?”

“Niklas said he’s going to the castle, we have to stop him.” Marie interjects and Seraphina watches as everybody in the warehouse nods their heads.

“Tie up Elizabeth, Evangeline.” Kamren orders, which Casey begins assisting Evangeline in doing, and then he murmurs. “And let us sleep tonight; let us worry about this in the morning.”

As everybody parts ways, Seraphina glides towards a small blanket and places Kenna on top of it, ensuring that his favorite human is safe before she hears small feet advancing her from behind. Seraphina turns around, her silver eyes narrowing on the petite wide eyed girl in front of her.

“Why did you lie for me?” Seraphina snaps and Marie only shrugs her shoulders.

“Because if I had a kid, I would’ve done the same thing.” The short woman gives Seraphina a tight lipped smile. “Besides, we’re going to kill Niklas at the castle right before getting your son, it’s not like you let him run without knowing where he was going to go.”

“I don’t say thank you very easily, short one.”

Marie only turns around and says one last thing before leaving Seraphina to aid to Kenna.

“You’ll learn someday.”

And it isn’t until Marie is off to sleep that Seraphina allows herself to murmur. “Thank you.”