Desirable Trinity

Chapter 7

She is drowning, deeply submerged in a sea with a red hue too dark to be anything but streaming blood that swims around Elizabeth Bell. Fear plagues her heart as the sea continues to pull her farther from the safeness of the land and deeper into the depths of its bloody sea. Desperately, Elizabeth moves her arms around to try and swim to the top, but something only continues to pull her down deeper into the abyss as if someone has a viper grip on her.

Elizabeth opens her mouth to scream, consuming the mass amounts of blood that associate with this heart stopping moment. The feeling of death grabs onto her sharply, giving her no mercy as it drowns her in a copious amount of blood, the liquid consuming her without any chance of releasing her. Elizabeth knows this to be her final moments and so she opens her eyes, embracing this cruel death before her, and stares at the woman smirking back at her with fangs elongating.

Seraphina.

With a loud, theatrical gasp, Elizabeth is expelled from her dream and awakens into an entirely new nightmarish situation. Elizabeth’s powder blue eyes widen the more they look around the large room she rests in, alone with her own fears and confusion. The bedroom looks ancient, as if it belonged to the Tudor family during the 1500’s rather than a kidnapper in the twenty first century.

Most frighteningly is how unfamiliar it is to Elizabeth.

She jolts up from the bed she is laying on, surprising herself with her feet hitting the hardwood in a pair of unfamiliar yet expensive heels. Slowly, Elizabeth moves away from the maroon colored bed with an all too extravagant bed frame, and she journeys around the bedroom that captivates the blonde as well as frightens her. The entire bedroom are filled with maroon walls and intricate golden designs around it, displaying a rich sense of royalty in the sixteenth century that is void of any modern technologies such as lamps, fans, televisions, or a phone to call the police with.

It is as if Elizabeth was thrown back in time, but as she continues to wander around the bedroom, her eyes latch onto the floor length mirror and her time travel theory dissipates. A white dress she knows she was not wearing the night before clings to her body in an array of absolute beauty. It is simplistic, but the purely white dress fits Elizabeth perfectly as if it were made for her.

The dress is floor length, void of any designs or accessories to destroy its elegance. The sleeves cut off at the shoulders, showing off Elizabeth’s long arms, and a deep cut in the front of the ensemble to show the crease of her small breasts. Elizabeth is in awe, observing the beauty that has not only become of her due to the dress, but due to everything she has awoken with.

Her blonde hair, which she normally keeps untidy or up in a tight bun, flurries down her body like a ray stolen from the sun. Resting in her hair, too, is the only accessory upon this production made of her, and it is a tiny diamond and pearl encrusted headband that only shows on the left side of her head. The heels she first noticed hold the same intricate design as the headband, showing on the sides of the white shoes and leaving her agog.

Never before has Elizabeth thought herself to be as beautiful as she does in this exact moment; it almost made her forget what happened the night before.

Vampires.

Creatures of the nights living off of the taste of blood, they exist. Elizabeth had seen a creature with skin white as death’s cold grip with her very own frightened eyes, watching the fangs falling from the vampire’s sheaths. The reminder of what happened sends shivers into her body, her nightmare a very clear indication of her fear towards monsters that shouldn’t belong in this world of benevolence and humanity.

She wish she didn’t believe it, and that she could find a more plausible explanation for the fangs that pierced Seraphina’s lips or the unimaginable speed in which the woman possessed. Elizabeth couldn’t, however, for she knew the truth the moment Seraphina informed her of her true nature that vampires existed.

Elizabeth’s entire body shakes once again, remembering how easily the monster left her vulnerable and how effortlessly she had taken Elizabeth from the seclusion of her town. Her two friends did not know about the vampiric world that night, as they had passed out, but they must’ve woken up by now.

Will they now realize the monster that took them?

Are they, too, adorned in gowns?

Do they hear the jazz music downstairs such as Elizabeth?

Do Kenna and Marie know about the vampires?

There was only way the frightened blonde could discover the truth, and the thought of leaving this room and going out towards where vampires undeniably lurk scares her more than what would happen to her if she stayed here for the fanged killers to find. She takes a step towards the door not for herself, but in fear of what awaits her two friends that are oblivious to the world Seraphina only told her once they both fell unconscious.

The closer she nears the door, the more her body shivers with fear, goosebumps destroying her once smooth skin. Her breathing becomes shallower with each step, and soon the sound of her heart beating at a thousand miles per hour becomes as loud as a set of drums. When she places her hand on the doorknob, a strangled squeal escapes her, her decision bringing hysteria upon her.

But she opens the door.

As soon as she hears the door slam against the wall adjacent to it, Elizabeth slams her large eyes shut with too much fear to open them and see whatever tortures await her. It isn’t until she hears a soft and familiar laugh that she dares to peak one eye up, her eyes on Marie and Kenna. Elizabeth thought her friend was ridiculing her, but Marie is laughing at the extremely angry friend of theirs.

“Why am I in pink?!” Kenna exclaims.

“We all wake up in a mysterious mansion after being drugged and knocked out, but all you’re caring about is the color of your dress?” Marie shakes her brown hair, which is pulled up in a beautiful bun with a black bird shaped jewel resting beside it. “That is the least of your problems, Kenna.”

Kenna audibly growls at Marie. “I’m a black wearing, pink loathing goth, who hasn’t worn any color since the fifth grade. Never could my mother even force me into pink, and now some creep put me in my least favorite color? Let me be mad!”

Elizabeth could not deny how beautiful Kenna looked in pink. Just like Elizabeth’s dress, Kenna’s is also floor length with short sleeves that stop right at the shoulders. However, those are where the similarities end. Kenna’s body molds with the dress perfectly, with two see through cut outs on both sides of her rib cage accentuating her slender build. Kenna doesn’t have a hair piece like Elizabeth and Marie, but she has a pair of pink and silver earrings with a matching silver bracelet.

For complaining so much, Kenna looks beautiful.

“How do we leave?”

Elizabeth asks the question both Marie and Kenna have been focused on answering since they woke up. While Kenna only thinks destructively, her thoughts on running downstairs, where a party is being held, and knocking out whoever gets in their way of the front door. Marie, however, wishes to find the person they came here for before fleeing in a more….civilized and stealthy manner than failing with Kenna’s plan.

“We don’t even know where we are.” Marie murmurs finally, the prolonged silence nearly suffocating Elizabeth. “But Dianna might.”

“How do we even know they have Dianna? It could’ve just been a trap to get us here.” Kenna snaps back and Marie can only nod her head and agree.

“Maybe, but we came here for her and just because we woke up in dresses doesn’t deter the fact that she could be here. She could be our way out, too.”

“I’m sorry, girls, but there is no way out of his Labyrinth.” The female’s voice has all three girls turning around and looking at the staircase beside the rooms they emerged from, staring at the woman with the slight Russian accent and doe shaped yellow eyes. “You came here out of your free will, and so he intends to keep you until his game is complete.”

“Game?” Marie moves forward so she stands in front, shielding her two much taller friends from the woman barely five feet tall. “We came here for our friend, not a game.”

Her yellow eyes look up at Marie almost apologetically. “Surely, you did not think he brought you here just to give you back the woman he stole just to see your faces, did you? He is beginning a game you cannot yet escape.”

“I…I don’t understand.” Elizabeth keeps her distance from the petite woman in front of her, recognizing those yellow eyes of the limo driver that brought them here. “I just want to go home.”

For a moment, the woman stands before them without words leaving her mouth but emotions swirling from her feline yellow eyes. It is clear there are words she wishes to tell the three girls, but instead of saying more she turns around and begins walking back down from the large staircase she emerged from with only one last request spilling from her mouth.

“Come, girls, the show is about to start.”

Marie is the first to take a step forward, to obey what she has little choice to differ from, but immediately Elizabeth’s shaking hand clamps onto her arm and stops her. Marie looks over at her friend, noticing the immense fear only continuing to grow in her large doe eyes until tears slowly start to build up. Marie takes a step towards her friend, moving farther from the staircase, and watches the fear consume Elizabeth.

“I…I’m not strong like you, Marie.” Her plump bottom lip trembles uncontrollably as her teeth chatter more severely. “I’m meant to live a simple life, with a simple career, a simple husband, and simple children with three dogs to raise. I’m not meant for a world where vampires exist with eyes filled with hunger all of the time…..I need to go home.”

“Vampires?” Kenna interrupts Elizabeth’s sobs with that one word, a three syllable phrase meant only for fairytales. “What are you talking about, Elizabeth?”

Marie and Kenna both see Elizabeth visibly gulp back her own fear before whispering as quiet as a mouse. “They’re vampires.”

“What the hell did that lady drug you with last night to make you think that?” Kenna immediately retorts but instead of replying, Elizabeth looks down at Marie.

“I saw her fangs replace where human teeth once where before my very eyes. Look at this place, do you really think a man would own a house as old as this and want something to do with us that doesn’t end in death?”

“He’s just a creep…” Marie begins to say.

“No!” For the first time in years, Elizabeth speaks above a murmur, shocking both of her friends. “She admitted it. She’s a creature of the night, unable to go into the sun, with teeth as sharp as needles!”

“She’s right.”

Once again, the three are interrupted by a woman, but they all recognize this one. Seraphina is wearing another red ensemble not belonging of this century, with a corset tight around her larger curves, and a smirk against her blood colored lips. It is then that Kenna and Marie see them, the fangs Elizabeth were talking about, and it freezes all girls mid breathe.

“I am a vampire, my friend Evangeline that you just met is a vampire, and Niklas has owned this house since 1344. If you want the proof that Elizabeth has already been given, then it rests downstairs, and who could possibly give up the opportunity to see immortality before their very eyes?”

“Let’s leave this place,” Elizabeth attempts to speak rationally to her friends, pleading to them as her worry continues to escalate. “Please!”

“What is downstairs?” Marie asks, her curiosity clearly showing in her large brown eyes, and Seraphina smirks before motioning with her index finger that they come closer to her.

“Come and find out, he made this show just for you today.”

“Please don’t make me, we need to leave….”

“What kind of show?” Marie cuts off her dear friend ridden with fear, as she too is plagued with an emotion that has taken reign over her body: excitement.

Marie could only hear about exhilarating things like this in movies or books she reads, and every day she would wish that for only a moment she could have a glimpse of this for herself. Now her chance has come and although there are small flutters of fear, Marie is excited to see what awaits her downstairs.

“Is Dianna going to be there?” Kenna asks the most important question, glaring at her other two friends for their obvious switch of hearts.

They are here for Dianna…..aren’t they?

“It is a show that words cannot explain the perplexity of.” She looks next over at Kenna and Elizabeth. “Your friend is inside of this home, with a beating heart, but leaving will never be an option for you three.”

The jazz music grows louder.

“Now, girls.”

“I want to leave!” Elizabeth exclaims once more but silences the moment Seraphina is in front of her, her hand fast around Elizabeth’s neck, cutting off any chance of breathing.

Marie and Kenna move towards Seraphina and Elizabeth, trying to free their fear stained friend from the vampire’s grasp, but Seraphina stops them with a simple raised hand with her silvery gaze still on Elizabeth. “You left your Garden of Eden, young child, and landed yourself in the midst of hell incarnate. There is no way out, as no pleading and bitching will make it suddenly appear. You play his game and you have no one to blame for this but yourself for being idiotic enough to humor merciless vampires.” Seraphina drops Elizabeth onto the floor and as she gasps for breath, the vampire looks at the two other friends with evident fear on their faces. “You made this horrid decision and now you must accept it, play this game, and fight to survive it.”

None of the girls dare to speak, excitement no longer pumping Marie’s heart, and every emotion each girl bares is fear. Seraphina swiftly turns her back to the girls, venturing down the staircase again, but this time all girls move after her. Kenna and Marie help Elizabeth up, who has tears streaming down her face, and they all make slow steps towards the staircase and their haunted fate.

Although Seraphina told them that there was no way out, all of them will not stop fighting and they will not stop looking for Dianna. They will play this psychopath’s game willingly, hiding their fear behind a shielded face, but they will be spinning their own escape in the process. The three of them will find Dianna, they will escape this mansion, and they will not die here in a house flourishing with fanged vampires.

“Kenna,” Marie keeps her brown eyes in front of her, whispering in the softest tone she can so no one can dare hear them. “When you get the chance, look for Dianna. And Elizabeth, search for a way out.”

“What about you?” Elizabeth whispers as they land on the last step, emerging themselves in the world of vampires.

“I’ll distract.” Marie murmurs.

Together, they all take in the ballroom they have found themselves in, and are admittedly awestruck by it. They are thrown into a world before their own time, where beautifully elegant souls walk around in clothes ranging from modern time to eras of the Renaissance, their grace and attractiveness leaving the three girls breathless.

A stage stands at the end of the ballroom, sticking out amongst the arrays of beautiful vampires and soulful music, the podium larger than any they have seen before. A woman of both Asian and Caucasian descent stands alone on the stage, and as the three girls migrate closer to the stage they see the woman is wearing no clothes. Instead, gold necklaces, drawings, and jewels adorn her light caramel skin, accentuating her slim figure.

They are hypnotized by this woman’s beauty, one that surpasses everybody’s in the room as she glides up and down the stage as if it belongs to her. Kenna is the first to be drawn out of the trance that is this woman, the lingering stares of everybody else steering her away from the golden designed vampire in front of her. After only a few seconds, she can tell that everyone’s eyes stay on her and her friends, watching them with eerie smiles and whispered gossips.

Kenna looks over at Marie, warning her of the closing proximity of everyone in this ballroom, but both Marie and Elizabeth are unable to look away from the vampire on the stage. They are in a trap by her, the woman that moves with cat-like grace, unable to look away from her not because she is beautiful but because she is supernatural; an unnatural creature luring her and her friends into a trap.

Kenna continues to look around, searching for familiar faces, but only seeing the vampiric women and scarce men moving closer to them with each predatory step. She searches for Seraphina or Evangeline, seeing even a familiar evil more comforting then this uneasiness, but she catches a different pair of eyes instead. Kenna’s forest green eyes find him away from everybody else, his body leaning against the railing and his black eyes staring back at Kenna with such fervor and passion she cannot dare look away.

He is beautiful, a creature of pure seduction, using the same magnetic pull as the golden vampire had to her friends but this time she doesn’t want to look away. His skin, white as snow, contrasts his flourishing black hair that flurries down to his lean shoulders, and Kenna instantly thinks of how perfect the hue would look against her tanned tattooed skin. He stands at an unimaginable height, her eyes unable to look away from his lean frame drenched in black that matches his eyes and hair, and she only steers her attention away when she sees the two that move to stand on either side of him.

Seraphina and Evangeline look back at Kenna and her friends just as Niklas is, but while this beautiful vampire has a coolly smirk on his face, both girls are frowning. Confusion plagues Kenna until she turns around to see her friends once again. Both of them are on the stage with the woman in gold, allowing their hands to intertwine with hers, being lured to the middle of the stage and onto chairs in which they are being chained to.

Two pairs of hands grab onto Kenna’s shoulders, stopping her from jumping onto the stage and saving them, and so she only stares as the production of horrors begins. Two women, both beautiful and baring the same malicious smirk as Niklas and the golden woman, drag humans onto the stage connected by the same chain. All of the humans are women, masks covering their faces, every one of them with black hair and height matching Dianna’s.

“Dianna?!” Kenna screams her friend’s name, worrying for the dirt covered women, one of whom could easily be her closest friend, but none of them turn to face her.

Instead, the two vampires force the two rows of chained females kneel on the stage in front of Marie and Elizabeth, the humans’ backs facing Kenna. Kenna begins moving, pushing against the arms that hold her back, her eyes now focused on the fangs that fall from the three vampires’ teeth as the three on the stage move towards Elizabeth and Marie.

Kenna begins screaming when she is hoisted up off of her feet, being gently placed on the stage and pulled to where her friends hypnotically sit. The woman that have Kenna’s friends in a hypnotic hold grabs onto Kenna, keeping her from fleeing off the stage, and smiles widely at her to display the two thick gold encrusted fangs resting in her mouth.

“Do you not think I am beautiful, Kenna Washington? Is the sight of me not enough for you to fall under my spell?”

“Let them go.” Kenna tries to wiggle out of the woman’s grasp, but she keeps her grip on her tight, her cat-shaped brown eyes staring into hers.

“I will forever be young and beautiful, designed to make humans hypnotized by my perfection. Why do you not find me perfect like the others do?”

“Faline,” One of the vampires that is on the stage with the one in front of me speaks, her fangs piercing her bottom lip. “I’m hungry.”

“Oh, right.” Faline, the woman in gold, smiles and takes a step away from Kenna, a large smile becoming of the beautiful woman as she narrows her gaze on the trinity desired by her master. “Enjoy the show.”

All girls, suddenly yanked out of hypnosis, watch as the three vampires before them bite down on the necks that could very well be Dianna’s, ripping apart their necks with the gruesomeness of their fangs and suckling on their blood as if it is God’s wine. Immediately, the other women and few men in the ballroom jump up onto the stage, sinking their fangs into whoever were not already dead, killing look-alikes of their friend they came here to save.

 Elizabeth’s screams ricochets off of the walls, while both Kenna and Marie stare in shock at the blood that now pools around their heels. Kenna, knocking herself out of her own daze, runs to where her friends are chained and pull at the chains, freeing them from their loose confinements. When the three of them turn around again, to see the c*****e before them, it is gone.

Not even a single drop of blood remains on the stage, the remains of girls that look like their friend gone, and every vampire that fed on the innocent souls dismissed with only one man remaining. Kenna already knows who this monster in front of them is, recognizing his beauty as the same man from the top of the railing watching her, but Marie and Elizabeth stare at their game maker for the first time with the same allure Kenna had.

“Welcome to my game, girls.”