Lucianus I landed on the balcony of my bedroom and threw her to the ground. I expected her to scramble away, to sob or please with me, but she just lay there, staring bleakly into some middle distance as if her mind had escaped her body. The shock had seemingly settled in, and the realization that there was only one escape from this castle, from me, was likely settling in. Good, but the sight of her so broken did not bring me the gratification I thought it would. She was so still, I thought she might be dead. I grabbed her by the front of her dress and yanked her up. Her jaw trembled. Her eyes overflowed with tears, but she said nothing. Where was all the will to survive in her now? Where was that bit of life that had led her to run out that open door into the darkness of the forest? It didn’t matter. I called my insignia ring to my hand and heated it until it was blistering hot. I pulled the collar of her dress aside and pressed the seal in her flesh. A wild, animal scream of ago
TrinityI had no idea what to think, but when Ira had said nothing and dressed me in this black dress, any hope that this would all be over vanished. This was… my life now. Being dressed up and bled every day. Maybe I could make it easier on myself and content myself with being trapped, or I would just stop functioning. I’d just let my mind drift away until nothing of what made me remained. I’d forget my parents, my boyfriend, the future I had planned for myself, and every glimmer of hope I had. After the second time, they held me down and crammed dry bread and water down my throat. I knew there was nothing worth hoping for. It felt like my mind had gone dark without even a glimmer of starlight. The mark still burned on my chest, throbbing every once in a while. I kept waiting for another wave of pain to come and tried to ignore the low burning ache, but it was almost impossible. The room was beautiful, decorated in an oddly tinted gold that reminded me of old antiques. There was t
Lucianus I stopped. The dagger froze in midair, trembling merely a breath away from piercing her chest and ending my torment. I shouldn’t have stopped, but I couldn’t help it. I had to stop. I wanted to drive the blade through her chest and be free of this, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t with her looking up at me with my wife’s face, my Trinitia looking up at me, to die by my hand? To have her last words be that nickname as I plunged this dark cursed, blade into her chest. I couldn’t. I knew this woman wasn’t my wife. I knew she wasn’t, yet I couldn’t. It would be forever engraved in my mind. It would break me in a way her first death had not. I had gone on a rampage against humans for her first death, but I could not do the same against myself. I shook myself. This had to be done. This torture had to be over. I couldn’t continue on like this. Trinitia was dead. My Trinitia would never speak my name again. This woman was not my wife, and I would prove it by wiping her from existence.
Trinity I woke up to the smell of antiseptic hospital washing powder. I wrinkled my nose, looking up at the IV bag above my head. The EKG attached to my finger itched a little, but everything still hurt. I was in the hospital, but I couldn’t make sense of why or how I had gotten here. I remembered being cold. So cold that I couldn’t think. I remembered everything being hurt and being so tired, but before that, everything was a dark blur.Beyond the door, I heard my father’s voice and another voice I hadn’t heard in a long time.It was Mark. My best friend. He’d moved away so long ago that I barely remembered where, but how long had he been here? Where was Dean, my boyfriend? At work? In class? Had he gone somewhere? Had I been missing so long that he’d moved on? Mark and my father, Richard, looked tired and grave as they started to turn away from the nurse they had been standing with. The nurse went down the hall as they came back inside. “Dad?” I asked, my voice rough. His eyes b
Trinity It took months before I was released from the hospital. It felt like I was on crutches for a long time and too weak to do much on my own. Mark had been great, letting me and my father stay at his house while I recovered. Mark would come home after his shift with the Salt Lake City police and ask me almost every day if I remembered anything. His questions strayed from normal to bizarre, especially when he asked about the wounds on my wrists and feet. At first, I wondered if it was just routine to check and see. Maybe he was also working on my case. Since I’d been found in Utah, in his jurisdiction, instead of Chicago, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else behind him asking me all these questions. He seemed so focused on my wounds and how I’d gotten down in the valley in the first place, and why my bones had healed quickly. I hadn’t the faintest idea why my bones had healed if they were broken. The doctor said that I’d healed cleanly as if I had never broken
Trinity I filled the bathtub with the coldest water possible and emptied the box of ice. I wasn’t looking forward to getting into it, but the book was clear that this was the way to go. It said that I needed to deaden my sense and force my mind to retreat. It also said that it helped to recreate a sensation related to the time that I was trying to retrieve. They said I was found at the bottom of a valley inside of a snowdrift. Ice water was as close as I could get to that. I shivered and swirled the ice around in the tub, and started to undress. I turned on the timer. There was some sort of limit that I needed to adhere to if I possibly could.I bristled as I slipped in, trying to get my body used to the cold of the water. It was almost painful, and soon my skin felt like a million needles were pricking me. I sunk into the tub slowly, shivering and readying myself to completely submerge myself. I slipped under the surface and tried not to focus on the coldness. I closed my eyes an
Lucianus After she was gone, I did my best not to think of her. I didn’t return to the human world to steal any more humans. I wasn’t afraid that I would run into her again, but I didn’t want to chance being drawn to her if she was nearby. I had to admit that was a possibility, even as it irritated me. I honestly hoped that the next time I entered the human world, she would be dead from old age. How long would that take? Time passed differently here than in the human world. I wasn’t sure how much of a difference it was, but centuries in the human worlds had seemed to pass in the blink of an eye here. It felt as though it had only been a year, maybe two, since my wife had died. Realizing that the humans didn’t even have a memory of the war that had changed me and my life forever only irritated me more. Their short, insignificant lives didn’t deserve the longevity they got when she was no longer breathing. As I lounged on my throne, I looked across the empty hall. I thought of ball
TrinityI didn’t know how long I stayed on the bathroom floor, shivering with cold, but when I came to again, I was breathing easily. There was no light coming in through the window. It was nighttime. I sat up, shaking violently, and slowly dragged myself out of the bathroom. I was still freezing. My mind was whirling with the images, but none of them made any sense. That man was still drifting through my mind. Less real and somehow more real than anything. I climbed into bed, trying to stop the shaking as I wrapped myself in my blankets. It was too much. I thought about calling my dad or Mark, but I pulled back on that. What exactly had I remembered? I had the faintest impression of a man and faint flashes of pain and blood, but there was nothing concrete. What could I possibly help with?The man wasn’t anyone I knew. I needed help to get more out of this, to make sense of it, but Mark wouldn’t help me do anything but fret, and dad was just happy to have me around, alive and recov