Triunity

Triunity: A group consisting of three closely related people.

Chapter 1: Red, Blue, and Grey

Fangtasia-goers were used to strange sights; but this was quite unusual even for them. When the three girls walked in, heads turned. The eldest was drop-dead gorgeous, raven-hair to her hips, black leather skirt, stilettos, and skimpy black top. She was dressed to party. Her eyes were the color of neon cobalt; they sucked you in and rolled you like warm taffy. She was seductive just by standing in a room; the energy coming off her screamed fatality to any who neared her.

To her right stood a younger version of her; this one had died her hair stop-light red, her green eyes; brilliant emerald green to be exact, sparkled. Her red leather top barely covered her ample chest; her slim hips peeked out from her hipster jeans. There was something her eyes that reminded onlookers of fire crackling, just before bursting into an inferno. She too was dangerous.

The third and final member of the group made people pause and look twice. Where was the beauty? Where was the air of allure and danger? She definitely appeared to be related to the other two. Similar sexy build; but it was hidden behind average clothes. Similar height as the eldest; facial features were close in relation. One would call them sisters. But she was plain-looking in comparison. Her clothes too were simple; boring. A dark grey t-shirt under a black leather jacket; faded blue jeans and sneakers. Her coffee-colored hair hung loose around her in thick, glossy waves. Her eyes, though. Now those were incredible! The purest silver. As if platinum had been melted down to liquid and formed into her eyes. That was the only remarkable feature about her; and when she stood next to the other two; she was invisible.

The two beauties took up residence on a couch; ordering drinks. They chatted between themselves. Neither of them made any move to the vampires; and they ignored the curious looks around them. The third sat at the bar; her back to the other two. While they had martini's she drank the local brew. Neither of them spoke to the other; until the man with the gun walked in.

The one in blue looked over casually, "Bob, good to see you again."

He aimed the gun at her; she scoffed at him. Sipping her drink. The one in grey stood from her seat.

"I really wouldn't do that," Grey muttered half-heartedly. It went unheard. Bob was too wired to hear a word from her mouth.

"Witch! All three of you! I hope you burn in hell!"

"Bored yet?" Blue asked lightly, glancing at the red-head next her, She hadn't moved a muscle since the whole thing started.

"Totally," Red sighed, "I thought this place was going to be fun."

Bob wasn't sure who to aim at first. He stared at all of them, not quite sane enough to think clearly. Sweat shone on his skin, he was way too wired.

The club patrons were too scared to move; they'd all scattered to the sides of the room. Giving the man with the gun space; he was only focused on the three women.

***

Grey sighed, so much for vampires being tough; she slid off her bar stool. "Why don't you just put the gun down?" She asked gently.

"No!" He screamed at her.

Grey glanced at her sister, "Red?"

Red rolled her eyes, casually flicking her fingers in the man's direction. The metal of his gun burned orange as smoke billowed off it. He screamed, dropping it, grabbing his hand. He looked wildly at the gun as it melted on the floor.

Blue chuckled, high-fiving her sister. "Nice!"

Grey was anxious to leave; she could tell the vampires were getting too curious. "Let's go you guys."

"But I haven't finished my drink yet!" Red complained. Blue stood up, pulling her sister with her.

"Come on," Blue headed to the door.

"I'm not letting you go!" The man screamed. He charged toward the two girls; they faced him with calm expressions. The man never made it. He found himself hanging in the air; feet off the ground. He flailed helplessly. "Put me down!"

Grey shrugged, "As you wish."

She glanced at the far wall; the man was slammed backward. The force of the impact cracked the red-painted walls. He slid unconscious to the ground. Grey followed her sisters out to the parking lot.

"Fangtasia was supposed to be cool," Red whined, "We drove all the way here for nothing! And what's with Bob calling us witches!?"

"I don't know," Blue unlocked the car, "I had fun, though. Seeing you melt the gun was pretty fun."

Red laughed, "Yeah, "Red climbed into the car, 'Maybe I should have made it burst into flames or something?"

Grey paused as a chill went up her spine; her head turned, glancing over her shoulder. She stared at the female vampire that stood a few feet away. She turned, facing her. The woman tipped her head toward the club. Grey sighed; she had been trying to avoid this. Blue looked up, frowning. "Grey?"

"Go on," Grey headed back to the club, "I'll meet you at the hotel."

Blue shook her head, slamming the car door. She crossed to her sister, "Grey, this isn't wise."

"And what would you have me do? Piss off a Sheriff?" Grey shook her head, "We're trying to make a life here, Blue. We don't him as an enemy."

"But he's ancient; he could hurt you."

Grey shook her head, "I'll manage, go. Red needs you."

Blue stared at the female vampire, "So that's Pam."

The two of them stared at her; Grey looked back at her sister, "At least she's pretty."

Blue rolled her eyes, "You and your libido."
Grey smiled, shrugging. "She's hot, doesn't mean anything."

"Sure; next thing you know, you'll be sleeping with the Sheriff too." Blue headed back to the car, "If you're not home by tomorrow we are coming in there."

"Good," Grey stepped up to Pam. The vampire led her back inside as Blue drove away.

**

Grey stood before the Sheriff of Area 5; doing her level best not to fidget. Pam hadn't blinked once in the five minutes they'd been staring at her. The Sheriff hadn't done much either; just sat there and stared.

"Okay," Grey put her hands in her jeans pocket, "I'll start. If this is about the wall damage, it's minimal. Just a little plaster and paint, you'll be good. As to burning the hole in your floor, sorry about that; Red is…well, hot-tempered, ironically enough."

"And you're not." The Sheriff told her, his voice smooth and cool.

Grey shrugged, "Depends on the situation."

He motioned to a folder on his desk, "I know all about you and your sisters Ms. Elmore."

Grey looked at the file; it lifted off the desk, she held out a hand. It settled onto her palm. She started reading it. Her eyes flicking back and forth as she sped read the contents. She closed it, tossed it back to the desk. It landed exactly back in it's original position.

"That's general facts, everyone knows that about us." She was tired of being. "Men like you don't just chat with people like me. So what are you after?"

"You and your sisters," Eric told her calmly, "You plan on living here, don't you?"

Grey frowned, "So?"

"You want to live in my lands, you do as I ask." He kept his gaze steady on her face.

"We'll move, to Area 6 or perhaps 9. I hear Texas is great this time of year." Grey felt the air shift and Eric was suddenly in front of her. She wasn't intimidated by it and didn't blink.

"There are those out there that would not give you a choice, Ms. Elmore." Eric whispered, "I am asking you; but I could command it. You have the option of living in this town; but I could always imprison you here."

"No, you couldn't,"Grey kept her tone level," Blue and Red would come in here, and you'd lose. I'm sure you know how flammable vampires can be. Red is very good at starting fires. It'd be a shame if your club suddenly burned down. Not to mention, all those vials of vampire blood you have stored up. What's that worth to you, $20-, no, more like $35,000." Grey leaned in to him slightly, "Even a man with your wealth can't afford that kind of loss."

Pam spoke, it was in a language Grey didn't know. Eric muttered a response. He leaned back slightly. Grey felt the air move again; his hand frozen in mid motion. He blinked, surprised. She let a smile twitch her lips; his eyes widened as the bones of his hand suddenly snapped. To his credit, he didn't cry out. He looked at his twisted bones; glancing back at her.

"You won't threaten us, Sheriff." She told him flatly, "We won't serve you or any vampire. Keep that," She nodded to his hand, it still hadn't started to heal. "In mind, the next time you come near us. There is a reason the Queen of Louisiana leaves us alone. I'd strongly recommend you do the same."

Grey turned her back on him; opening the office door. She stepped out, the door closed on its own. Eric grunted in pain as his finally started to mend it's self. Moments later it was back to normal.

Pam shot him a look, "It seems the report was missing a few facts. And how did she know about blood storage?"

Eric sat back in his chair; staring at his hand. "Blue told her."

"Eric, let's get rid of them." Pam muttered, "They are dangerous to us."

"No," He shook his head, "Leave them be. They are quite powerful and no one quite knows how to do it."

Pam arched a brow, "How would you know that?"

"Remember Walter?"

Pam nodded, "Yeah, he died, like ten years ago."

"He went after the Elmore sisters; who do you think killed him?"

"They don't look older then twenty-five." Pam shook her head, "That's ridiculous."

"Is it?" Eric glanced up at her, "Or perhaps they are just that powerful."

Grey stepped out into the parking lot. Looking at the sky she took her hands from her jeans pocket. There was a ripple of air around her feet and hands. She shot into the air and angled herself toward the hotel.

Blue felt her sister getting closer; and looked skyward. Grey appeared and a moment later settled on the ground. "I was worried."

"Don't be," Grey walked up the steps to the porch.

"Not about that," Blue put her hand on her sister's arm. "We need to talk."

Grey paused, "About?"

"Money," Blue lowered her voice, "We are running low."

"Define low?"

Blue made a face at her, "I am not Red, okay? When I mean low, that's what I mean. We need jobs."

"Fine, we'll get them."

"How?" Blue shook her head, "We're not exactly skilled at menial things."

Grey sighed, "I'm sure it can't be that hard to do…retail or whatever."

"How would you know?" Blue kept her gaze on her sister, "You should have taken the Sheriff's job offer."

"No, I won't have tied to any vampire."

"We are running out of places to hide, Grey. We need safety and protection."

"No, we don't." Grey shook off her sister's hand. "We're fine."

Blue turned as her sister walked by her, "And what about Red? How many more towns is she going to live in? How many fake stories does she have to make up? We shouldn't have taken her with us tonight. She's too young to be part of this."

"Well she is," Grey snapped, "We'll settle in another town."

"No," Blue shook her head, "I am not moving again, Grey. I am just not doing it. I've had enough!" Blue turned Grey to face her, "I am the oldest here, damn it. You will do as I say for once."

Grey turned away from her sister; heading into the building. She climbed the stairs to her second floor room. Taking the key out she unlocked the door and slammed it shut. The lock snapped as she walked away. Across the room, the covers moved back on the bed. The light came on in the bathroom as water started in the tub. She stopped as she saw her self in the mirror. Her hair was longer then she remembered. It was still the same dark, coffee-color. Her skin was a little on the pale side. She had lost a lot of weight; her clothes bagged on her. She looked like she felt, tired. She stared into her own eyes and didn't recognize the look in them. When had she become so…jaded?

Reaching up one hand she pulled down the collar of her shirt. White scar tissue glinted off the light from the bathroom. The scar started just above her left breast, went up and over her left shoulder and down back. There were other scars on her body; some smaller, others the same size.

For all her power and skill; she was still breakable. Her body could still bleed; her heart could still be stopped. Perhaps that was why she kept running; kept people at a distance. Getting close could kill her and she just wasn't ready to die yet. That was why she used her powers as she did. Why she had learned to become so destructive, so fatal. It was the best way to keep people the hell away from her.

Grey released her shirt; the water in the tub shut off.

Grey, it's Blue.

God, she hated it when her sister did this. What do you want?

I spoke to Eric. He's giving us a job, starting to tomorrow. We're meeting him at a town called Bon Temps.

Why did you do that?

Blue sighed, Grey could hear it in her mind. You're too damn stubborn to call him; and we need this. He can protect us should we ever need it. And I don't want to move again.

All this cause you don't want to move? Grey shook her head, Get out of my head. For good measure she slammed her mental shields into place.

"Oww!" Blue cried from her room, "Damn it, Grey!"

Grey smiled; she looked to the bathroom, a moment later she stood before the vanity. The door slammed shut behind her as she started to undress. Tomorrow….she sighed, she didn't want to think about tomorrow.

**