Sinister Triangle

Jadilica and Alyssa had loved each other for a century. Their nights burned with hunger, their bodies knowing every secret curve the other possessed. Then Isabella entered their house. The plain housekeeper stripped off her apron one evening and found Alyssa's mouth on hers, tongue sliding deep, tasting mortal salt and fear. Fabric tore. Fingers sank between trembling thighs, wet heat pulsing around them. Moans filled the corridors like smoke. Jadilica heard every slick sound, every whispered promise. She tasted betrayal in the scent of arousal. When she could bear no more, she slipped behind Isabella and sank fangs into her soft neck. Power poured in. immortality forced through blood. Isabella's eyes snapped open black and empty, the pulse gone. Forever awake. Forever apart. Jadilica stepped back, jaw wet, watching the last light leave the room. Their love lay broken on the floor, three bodies breathing nothing but darkness.