Chapter 6: Damien

Chapter 6: Damien

As soon as I awoke, I dressed and went to see Trinity. I utterly hated the fact that she was able to stand the sunlight, and I hated it even more that Jonathan had the same ability. I hated Jonathan overall. But at that moment, I needed to see Trinity. I walked from my room through the tunnels to her office. The door was shut, and I could tell there was some sort of meeting going on, so I sat against the concrete wall.

Ten minutes later, the scientists went walking out, and figuring that the meeting was over, I started into the doorway. But as soon as I got close to the door I saw the back of Jonathan’s head.

“I love the way you look in those jeans Trinity.” Jonathan dared to utter.

“Damien is waking Jonathan, get out of my office.” Was all Trinity responded.

Damien is waking, get out of my office? Seriously? That’s all she had to say to him? Jonathan obviously wanted more of Trinity than just business. And why didn’t Trinity feel the need to berate him? Or beat the shit out of him, which is probably what I needed to do, but he was over a 1000 years old, and he was a fuckin’ Viking. Might as well bust up their little party.

I stepped into Trinity’s office and took in the sight of her. Her favorite pair of black converse high tops, her hip hugging blue jeans, one of my white tees, her dark red hair pulled into a high pony-tail, no jewelry except for the ruby around her neck, she was drop dead gorgeous no matter what she was wearing. Obviously tonight there were no trials because she was dressed to hunt not to judge.

“Evening Babe.” I said as I walked past Jonathan to plant a kiss on her cheek. She turned into me and deepened the kiss until Jonathan coughed. “Excuse me, but this is a private conversation.”

Jonathan glared at me, and I laughed.

“I told you to get out of my office Jonathan. You have reports to send do you not?”

Jonathan left without a word. Trinity bent over, reached under her desk and took out a pair of laser lemon sneakers. She smiled coyly at me, raised her eyebrows and smirked. I smiled back, knowing we were going hunting. I ran back to my room to grab a pair of black sneakers and as I came back to Trinity’s office, I saw Mike carrying a pair of gray sneakers with him. As on Mike’s if you looked closely at my shoes, you would see blood splatters from where we accidently spilt our dinner.

Trinity, Mike and I changed our shoes in silence. I began to wonder who would be out at this hour in the morning, before I remembered that to humans it was “party” time. As we walked out of the castle, I followed Trinity’s lead. I knew she was onto something but I just couldn’t tell what it was. We wound up in the middle of a field, and instantly I could smell what trial Trinity was on. Two tourists had drunkenly decided to take the most dangerous trail through the forest.

As they stumbled into the clearing, I saw that they toted a third drunkard behind them. Mike prowled behind them, quickly snapping the third’s neck. I took on the lesser, more drunk of the two left standing before us.

“Drew? Is that you breathing over there? I think you should stop with that whole creepy breathing shit yer doin.” Trinity’s prey spoke to mine.

Before he knew what was going on, Trinity was at the man’s neck, pushing his head at a 45-degree angle. For just a second Trinity’s fangs hovered over his neck waiting for the next pump of blood to be rushed through his body. When I finished with “Drew.” I looked over at Mike to see that he was just as bloody as I felt. We, as most vampires, were messy eaters, especially when it came to a drain job. Mike licked his chops as he let his prey fall to the ground. I let Drew do the same. They looked so different in death, crumbled into small helpless beings.

Mike and I both looked at Trinity who had not spilt a drop anywhere, and if we hadn’t known better, we would not have known that she had eaten. Her lips were not stained, nor did she have a single drop anywhere on her or on the man’s neck.

“How the hell do you do that Trinity?” Mike asked in disbelief.

“You still haven’t gotten used to it Mike?” Trinity played.

He shook his head knowing Trinity wasn’t giving away any of her secrets. She smiled at us both. I walked up next to her, hearing the pack of that was coming behind us to finish our job. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me closer to her. Standing in an embrace things seemed normal, just like things had before Jonathan showed up. Here we were standing in the middle of a beautiful clearing, the skies opening up enough that we could stand beneath the stars and see each other with the light they gave off. I twirled Trinity around a little, kissed her lightly and laughed as she and Mike giggled at my attempt to dance.

Suddenly though, the fun stopped as Mike’s cell phone rang. When he got off the phone he looked at Trinity with a serious expression. “There are several heads of states in the castle. Apparently Jonathan invited them to a ball this coming weekend.”

“Fuck you Jonathan.” Was all Trinity could muster before she was running back.

Mike and I caught up with Trinity as she walked into the foyer screaming, “JONATHAN” making the entire castle vibrate with her voice.

Jonathan slinked down to the foyer looking calm and cool. He leaned against a wall, smoothed his hair over and immediately Trinity was all animal snapping her fangs at him before speaking.

“How dare you slimy sneaky bastard. You cannot come into this castle and invite over a hundred heads of states to a ball without clearing it with me! You are a sheriff and it is time you learn your place on this food chain Jonathan. Guards! Iron him and put him in the holding room.” The castle guards came, handcuffed Jonathan and led him downstairs to one of the cells.

I watched a red fog form around Trinity, and I knew she had to be pissed. Immediately Mike had his cell phone glued to his ear making phone calls and inviting all sorts of important Vampire people to this apparent ball we were now having. Trinity look frazzled as she sunk to the floor in a moment of surrender. I knelt down next to her, pulled out my cell phone and called Slyvia.

“Hey, Slyvia, Damien. Look I think you need to come up to the first floor.” I hung up the phone as Trinity began to come out of her state with a mouth to match her despair.

“Is he fucking crazy?? That fucking bastard I should fucking let him rot in that goddamn cage he’s in. Who the frig does he think he is? He cannot come in here and fucking screw everything up. He’s still the same goddamn pompous asshole he was last time he was here. Goddamn it Jonathan!”

I helped Trinity stand up, find her ground and just when she seemed to regain composure, Slyvia appeared. Trinity instructed her on what preparations needed to be done. She then turned to me, looked at me with her amethyst eyes and looked totally defeated. All of the stress of Jonathan was coming to head. She began the climb to her bedroom, and I followed closely behind her.

When we arrived in her bedroom, and she quietly walked into her closet, shutting the door behind her. When she emerged, she had on a plain black tank top and black and silver pajama bottoms. She grabbed one of my hold sweatshirts from off a chair, threw it on and curled up on the bed. I kicked my shoes off, took off my stained shirt, leaving just my jeans and a white undershirt on and laid back on her bed. Trinity crawled towards my extended arms and rested her head in the center of my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her. Every once in a while her body shuddered with unreleased sobs, but I knew better than to speak to her like this. Jonathan’s presence was messing with Trinity and he had only been here a day. I didn’t want to think about what was going to happen at this ball.

Jonathan was a sneaky bastard and good at getting what he wanted. And he wanted Trinity.