Free Reality Falling (The Book Wielder Saga 2) by Sean Davies

spoke.
    “We should go,” he said a little bit regretfully.
    “Okay,” Alice agreed, and they walked in silence down some tunnels and through some portals until they had reached the outside of the Trinity’s inner sanctum.
    Supernatural guards, standing as still as statues, lined the room containing the portal to the Trinity’s living quarters. Marble steps led up to the big light purple portal that was set into a large alcove in the wall.
    “I’ll wait for you here,” Jonathan said.
    Alice nodded and made her way up the marble steps. Jonathan was technically her handler, as the Trinity wouldn’t allow any member of the Inquisition to roam the Catacombs without an escort. Likewise, she didn’t allow any Supernatural to walk around Central Isle unattended. Although the two sides seemed to be bonding, neither of them trusted each other enough to drop their guards completely.
    As she entered the Trinity’s lavish private sanctum through the purple portal, she could see that Silvario had just finished dining too. He was sat at a fine old table flicking through a book and drinking white wine.
    “Ah Alice, please make yourself at home,” he said cheerfully. “Wine?”
    “No thank you,” she replied bluntly. “No Cherriesa?”
    “She is feeding at the moment, but she’ll be finished soon.”
    The Trinity’s sanctum was furnished with some of the finest pieces from all over the world and from varying ages. The artwork, antiques, and decor must have been priceless. Three smaller portals led to each member’s living quarters. There was a red one for the Vampire Cherriesa, a dark purple one for Silvario, and a yellow one for the late Werewolf Svorn, who was assassinated by one of the Trinity’s own Book Wielders after being poisoned with Gloom water by the Archmage and his lackeys.
    Two half-naked human men walked out of the red portal looking rather dazed, their clothes scruffy and crumpled. Behind them came a Vampire woman with waist length shimmering blonde hair, and like most Supernaturals she was drop dead gorgeous. She was scantily dressed in a white and gold corset that could barely contain her enormous breasts, and a frilly little skirt that just about managed to cover her lower areas, but when she walked Alice got a flash of a furry blonde landing strip.
    The audacity of Supernatural girls made her cringe. She’d heard a lot of the Vampires, Werewolves and Mages using the expression ‘when you live forever you’ve got to do something other than kill time,’ but she didn’t see how that translated into ‘go and be a slut’. For a brief moment she wondered how much sleazy trash Jonathan had slept with, and the idea made her stomach churn.
    The human men kept their heads lowered but the Vampire woman gave Alice smug look as she walked by, though they all quickly bowed to Silvario before leaving the sanctum.
    Cherriesa came strolling out of the red portal, wiping blood and whatever else from the sides of her mouth with the back of her hand. Alice wasn’t surprised to see that she was half-naked. Only a see-through white negligee covered her amazingly smooth brown skin, her large firm breasts and long dark nipples, and her perfectly trimmed triangle of dark pubic hair. Alice didn’t know what she hated more; the Vampire bitch-queen herself, or the fact that she was actually jealous of her.
    The Vampire leader of the Trinity gave her a sly smirk. “Good evening, Alice. I hope you weren’t waiting for too long.” She stretched out, blatantly exaggerating her form and exposing even more of her body than before.
    “No, I wasn’t actually, but thank you for caring,” Alice said back in a bitter tone. She’d heard that some Vampires were psychic and wondered how far Cherriesa had tunnelled into her mind.
    “Well I hope you had a nice meal, and bath...” Cherriesa grinned evilly.
    Alice’s quandary had been answered. She scowled and went red with anger and embarrassment, and she considered whether