Desirable Trinity

Chapter 5

The three girls are uncertain of their journey, where it leads and the outcome of their haste decision. Their love for Dianna jolted this choice to follow the voluptuous woman in red, but the more they advance further from the seclusion of their town, the weight of this trio’s ambiguous fate slams against their chests. Each beautiful girl holds a different expression, all with different thoughts and worries, while Seraphina leads them to an unknown area where their own lives are put into jeopardy.

Elizabeth has an abundance of fear bursting from her slim frame, every possibility of what awaits them banging against her small chest. She can hear her heart pumping at an abnormal speed, her worry an accessory upon her wrist, and Elizabeth holds no attempt at hiding it. She is scared, more so since they walked out of the seclusion and safety of the town she grew up in and towards a black limo. It is the first time she has ever seen a limousine and, although elegant, this too causes great worry.

Kenna keeps her hands intertwined with both Marie’s and Elizabeth’s, keeping her closest friends tight against her. She keeps her distance from Seraphina, the mysterious woman who speaks in riddles meant as answers. While Elizabeth explodes with her fear, Kenna keeps hers at bay as she has taught herself to do since getting anxiety. She makes her friends believe she is holding their hands as comfort for them, shielding her face from her own nightmarish thoughts, but the truth is that her mind is imploding with its own thoughts.

She is a walking disaster.

Marie is scared, yes, but not for herself. A part of her has always wanted to journey away from her town, to a place where nobody stays behind their white picket fences without a single exhilarating thought. Marie has wanted excitement in her life since she could remember, and she has now gained it in the most unfortunate of ways. She knows there is a chance of the worst coming from this rash decision, but that is what is so exciting.

Marie holds no fear for her own life, but for those she holds dearest to her.

Marie knows Kenna is scared, although her face looks as stoic as ever, and she knows this based on how sweaty Marie’s hand has become since clasping it with Kenna’s but it is no mystery how worried Elizabeth is. They are going to go into the unknown and yet all Marie is fearful of is that when they get to their destination, it is all but a trap and Dianna will not be there or if she is there that she won’t be breathing.

“How do we know Dianna is still alive?” Marie finally asks the question that has been gnawing her thoughts and Seraphina opens the back door of the limousine, looking back at the three girls behind her.

“I just saw her before I came for you all,” Leaning against the limousine with her hand on the opened door, she retorts. “You will just have to trust that the only thing wrong with your friend is that she hasn’t showered and smells worse than a donkey’s shit.”

“And us?” Elizabeth whispers her words but Seraphina can hear it with perfect clarity, even once the blonde begins stuttering. “W-Will w-w-we b-be o-okay?”

“You’ll be alive.” Seraphina snaps, her silver eyes narrowing on the trinity of women standing a few feet away from the limo. “Now, I’m very finished with these fear induced questions and I expect silence the moment you three get in this limo. Am I clear?”

 “That doesn’t answer her question,” Kenna tightens her grip on her two friends’ hands, keeping them from moving closer to the limo and away from much needed questions. “Will we be okay?”

“Like I already said, you will be alive, and that’s all I can promise you.” Seraphina begins tapping her long blood red nails on the limo’s door, impatience becoming her. “Must I always repeat myself twice around you three? Get in the limousine before my patience wears off.”

The three girls look at one another for guidance, their final ultimatum coming to them in the form of a limo. Marie already knows her decision, choosing it the moment the proposition was given to her, but doubt plagues both Elizabeth and Kenna. Elizabeth doesn’t want to go as she continues to look back at the town line, but Kenna is the deciding factor.

Her moss green eyes meet with Seraphina’s silvery gaze, the mysterious woman purposely shielding her emotions once again from her. Kenna holds so many emotions in her distorted mind, a brain clouded with her own anxious disease, but she holds it in for moments like these. Seraphina, too, is hiding a sea of feelings within those silver eyes and it makes Kenna more curious than worried.

“If you were us, then what would you do?”

The question takes Seraphina by surprise, pulling her out of her own thoughts, and she looks at the girl with the ombre hair and fiery gaze. She smirks at the human, hiding within that expression all of her true emotions, and she easily lies to the one who dared to ask such a question.

“Life is about taking risks, and especially if that risk saves another. You get to live and so does your friend if you join me. I believe the answer is clear on what you should do.”

Instead of waiting for the girls, Seraphina keeps the limousine door open as she slides into the leather seats. She doesn’t have to wait long, perhaps maybe thirty seconds, before she sees the incredibly tall blonde sliding into the seat furthest from Seraphina.

Followed by Elizabeth are Marie and Kenna, both of them confiding the fearful blonde, who they undoubtedly had to convince into this treacherous situation.

Seraphina glances through the small window that separates the driver and her, the pair of vampiric yellow eyes meeting hers in the review mirror. With a simple nod of Seraphina’s head, she silently orders one of Niklas’s women, Evangeline, to begin driving. As Evangeline pulls the limo away from the girl’s town line, she discreetly locks the girls within the limousine and Seraphina picks up three glasses and an already opened bottle of champagne.

“Girls,” They all look at her at the same time. “I understand how frightening this is, and I do apologize. Realize that this is my position in the world, to do his biddings, but I promise you are safe beside me.”

“Seraphina….” The leader, Marie, tests out the name on the tip of her tongue as if testing Seraphina’s loyalty through her name. “What is your last name?”

“Beligan,” Seraphina genuinely smiles at the old memory that goes with her surname whilst pouring the three glasses for the trinity in front of her. “You do not have to fear me, girls, consider my favorite champagne as a peace offering.”

“My parents told me never to drink alcohol….” Elizabeth murmurs, her hands still shaking but not as severely. “Especially from a stranger.”

“I’ll drink yours then, darling.” Seraphina fakes the most believable smile she can as she passes the two other drinks to Kenna and Marie, holding hers up as a simple cheers before taking a sip of hers first.

She knows that the other two girls were waiting for her to drink from the champagne first, and so once Seraphina begins drinking hers, then Kenna and Marie follow suit. Seraphina watches, almost amusingly, at the fast pace in which Kenna in particular is devouring this champagne. Seraphina doesn’t hesitate to fill up both Marie and Kenna’s drinks, to the point where they do not notice their own drowsiness and momentarily take bliss in the invigoration the alcohol gives them.

Elizabeth is too immersed in her own world of fears to notice her own friends’ grogginess. She is in a sea of worry, slowly drowning herself as the thoughts keep rising. It was only Elizabeth that wanted to go back to town, ignoring the guilt that was gnawing her over Dianna’s safety. She knows that by now her parents are frantically searching for her, their own fear a mirror of how she feels at this moment. Kenna and Marie are much stronger than her, both physically and mentally; they did not need her for this.

But this mysterious man still wants her anyway.

While the other two have seemed to have forgotten about him, Elizabeth seems unable to. She knows nothing of this Niklas Adair, but yet he knows enough about her to want her. He knew that Marie spoke French well enough to read an entire letter in the language, and she can only imagine what else this mysterious man knows about not just Marie or Kenna but her.

“You seem frightened, blonde one.” Elizabeth is thrown out of her thoughts by Seraphina’s voice, a calm and all too serene tone, and when her large powder blue eyes look at the more voluptuous woman she is smiling mischievously.

“I want to go home.” Elizabeth knows either Kenna or Marie are going to speak up about her outburst and she immediately looks down at her lap awaiting the objection.

She waits.

And waits.

After a nearly a minute, she hesitantly looks up from her lap and sees the smile on Seraphina’s face only growing. She looks away from the woman that sends fear into her body, but when she diverts her attention over at Kenna for guidance, she sees her body lying limp beside her. Fearfully, she looks over at Marie, seeing the same unconscious pose from her.

“Did you know,” Elizabeth’s entire body is shivering wildly out of control when she looks up at Seraphina, who is once again sipping on the champagne that knocked out her friends. “That vampires are impervious to the drugs of this world unless tapped with a witch’s power?”

“V-V-Vampire?” Elizabeth stumbles over her friends’ bodies as she scurries towards the limo’s door, her hand yanking at the handle desperately. “V-V-Vampires d-d-don’t e-exist….”

Seraphina smiles from ear to ear, displaying her slightly yellow teeth for Elizabeth, and slowly two teeth slide down from the top of her gums and mold into where regular teeth just previously were. The two teeth are sharper than any weapon Elizabeth has ever seen, reminding her of a white blade, and the sight of these fangs causes a scream so loud to leave Elizabeth’s lips and reverberate across the limo walls.

Frantically, Elizabeth pulls at the limo’s door and tries helplessly to be freed from her awakened nightmare. As a child, she always feared vampire stories such as Dracula and it only grew after her mother tried reading Ann Rice’s novels to her at the tender age of twelve years old. Now, right before her eyes, is a monster that gave her nightmares throughout her entire childhood and adolescence.

Seraphina is invigorated by this tall blonde’s fear and she moves in front of Elizabeth in front of the locked door at an incredible speed. Elizabeth continues to scream, pulling frantically against the handle, and when her large teary powder blue eyes meet with her nightmare’s silvery gaze she stops screaming as fear paralyzes her.

Seraphina grins with amusement, her fangs pulsating with anticipation, but instead of giving into her urge to bite into the evident vein sticking out of Elizabeth’s pale neck, Seraphina chooses a more amusing tactic.

“Boo.”

And, just like that, this frightened girl could take no more of the torment.

Elizabeth collapses onto the floor of the limo in an instant, her body limp and unconscious just as her other two friends. As if she is a feather, Seraphina picks Elizabeth up and carries her until she is lying beside the other girls, and glides back to the spot she was previously in.

“Evangeline,” Seraphina sings the younger vampire’s name. “We must hurry and take them back to the house before the blonde one awakens from her frightened slumber.”

“And what then, madam?” Evangeline treats Seraphina like she is sired to her, and she will not lie and say that the feeling is not exhilerating.

“We get them ready for Nik.”

“Do you fear for them, madam?” Evangeline asks me and that is when Seraphina looks up at her most favorite out of Niklas’s women and answers with the upmost honesty.

“I couldn’t be more terrified for them.” Seraphina picks up her drug induced champagne glass and drinks from it, a gentle sigh escaping her. “We are all still playing his game every single day, and there isn’t a damn thing any of us can do about these girls’ sanity.”

“I’m sorry I asked, Madam.”

“It is your fate as well, not just mine; do not apologize for your own torture.” Seraphina looks over at the three unconscious humans in front of her and she murmurs. “They are awfully pretty girls, and so….innocent.”

“A lot of us were innocent once, madam, and temptation changes that.”

With a soft sigh, Seraphina unintentionally touches the locket necklace against her chest and nods her head only once.

“You couldn’t be more right, Evangeline.” She looks down at her locket and murmurs. “Now speed up, my favorite. We must start their waking nightmare.”

“Yes, madam.”

And so the obedient Evangeline drives faster down the road and towards Niklas Adair and his many games.