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
TrinityMy meeting with Sindia ran over the time we’d scheduled, but I felt a little better after it. It wasn’t what I’d hoped, but it made going to the police station to talk with the detectives about my case easier. I gave them the journal and sat there, answering the few questions that I could about what was inside. They didn’t seem to not believe me. They didn’t seem to believe me either, but they told me that if anything else came to mind that I should reach out. I returned to Mark’s house, reviewing the information about the getaway that Sindia had sent me. When I got home and told my dad, he beamed at me. For the first time, there seemed to be some light and life in his eyes. “About time!” He said. “I thought college students were supposed to be partying it up as much as possible.” I shook my head. “How am I supposed to get through school then?”“I don’t know what kind of party they’re going to have on that boat,” he said with a laugh. “But make sure to eat all the tasty sna
Lucianus I wanted to stay here forever, but all too soon, my wife’s figure faded. The warmth of the red and gold light faded, leaving me in the darkness for far too long. I left the room. And drifted through the castle hallways. I had been gone for hours, it seemed. I tried not to think of the woman any longer. Every time I drifted down the hall, I saw her wandering aimlessly, looking for a way to escape. I could smell her. Every time I turned down the hallway, I swore that I saw her skirt whip around the hallway. I materialized into a hallway and tried to get a grip on myself. The days were starting to blend together. Time was starting to become meaningless again. I felt the edges of that familiar, almost comforting madness start to creep into my mind. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to sink back into that misery again. That hopeless darkness where my only peace came from my memories.It was better than fighting for the hope that was impossible. What was I supposed to do? Turn her? I