Béatrix stood idly by Alistair as Maria and Lucian fawned over each other. She took a sip of her freshly-made sanguine cocktail, eyes shimmering with the bloodlust that Trixy always kept just below the surface. Trixy lived this way so that in a moment’s notice she could be ready for a fight, to run, or perhaps a bout of passion. It had been this way since Francis was ripped from her hundreds of years ago. She lived life at the cusp of humanity and ruthless savagery, the wind deciding which side of the fence she fell over. On the outside, Béatrix was the picture of elegance and beauty, a perfect actress concealing a fractured mind and soul, and few lived to tell the tales of her crazed and feral nature once she let it shine.

*“I want to take him home, Please?”* Maria said.

Her voice snapped Béatrix back into the here and now. Take him home? Was this a man they were discussing or a puppy dog? Trixy fought back a chuckle at the absurdity of the question… not that she would mind having one of the Kingstons defect to the Blackmoore cause. Wouldn’t that cause delicious drama? Of course, Trixy immediately turned to see Ali’s response… he looked a little tongue-tied, as per usual when it came to the requests of his kin.

The conversation went on and Trixy actually audibly chuckled at Alistair’s shedding comment, obviously she wasn’t the only one to notice the unintentional dog reference. Before long Trixy’s drink was gone and she shifted uncomfortably, itching to get out and burn off some of the energy vibrating just beneath her skin. The fresh blood of the jock and the bartender in her system caused a flush in her cheeks, starkly contrasting her unnatural vampiric pallor. 

*“… I really just want to kill something. Rogues, that is.”* said Alistair.

The comment was directed at Béatrix. Her response was a smile, sharp as a razorblade, and a curtsied bow. Her token leather trench coat crinkled over her corset and lace skirt ensemble as she did so. “Let me be your weapon, mon sieur.” Spoke the huntress, with a delighted hiss in her tone.