Trixy was torn from her wallowing by yet another Kingston problem fluttering their way into Tortuga. She sipped her sanguine beverage as she eyed the vampire girl from a distance. Since there was very little else of interest going on, Trixy finely tuned her hearing to listen to the girl’s words as she spoke to Praetor. 

Béatrix spent a good portion of her life tracking people down, interrogating, and assassinating them… she could tell when someone was hiding something. Through the falsetto voice and cheery face, Trixy read the guilt as clear as day. Whatever this girl wanted to tell Praetor, it was something she felt ashamed of. Béatrix breathed in deeply, holding her drink away from her nose, and there it was. Blood… fresh, human blood, and it wasn’t from the bartender next to her.

Praetor and the girl left, but Trixy didn’t need to hear the rest of the story to predict the ending. It seemed as though a lovely little Kingston girl broke one of the family’s cardinal rules. Tisk tisk. Trixy wondered with a dark hope whether or not the girl killed the human she fed from, maybe she could add another name to her [i]list[/i]. Béatrix hopped off the barstool with a dark, fang-toothed smile. With her drink still in hand, she walked over to Ali and the little lovebirds.