Beatrix felt cold all over as consciousness returned to her. Despite the pain, she closed her eyes tight and pushed herself up off of the ground. Trixy was not weak, she may have gotten knocked down, but she was nowhere near out of this fight. She opened her eyes at the scent that wafted up from the pool of her own blood, it only served to fuel her fire even more. The wound didn't worry her, in fact, her forehead was already starting to heal. Bloodlust was guiding her fight now, and the sweet and spicy taste off a freshly turned rogue would be just the thing to quell her appetite.

She raked her eyes back and forth, taking in her surroundings. A few of the rogues had been taken down, but there were still countless others running amongst them. Alistair was coming to her aid, but she held up a halting hand to him. Beatrix De la Croix needed the help of no man. She turned to see a young vampire rogue that appeared to be retreating. Come to mention it... a lot of the rogues seemed to be pulling away. But why? They had the upper hand.

Although she was weary of the rogues' battle strategies, Trixy chose her target. Forgoing her beloved guns and relying on pure animalistic instinct alone, Beatrix launched herself at the nearby young rogue. She wrapped her legs and arms around the newbie vamp from behind, clinging to her target with a great amount of strength. Trixy grabbed a hearty fistful of the vampire's pretty auburn hair and ripped her head to the side. The force that Trixy used caused the skin on the rogues neck to split and dark vampire blood began to seep out. Beatrix' eyes lit up with scarlet hunger and she savagely sank her fangs into the rogue's flesh, not caring that she was practically bathing her face in blood. The sanguine delicacy served to accelerate the healing in her forehead, but it also influenced her personality in what some would say were 'negative' ways.

Trixy turned her steely blue eyes to another nearby rogue. She tilted her head to the side and gave the girl a crazed look, looking more like she belonged in an asylum than at the beach. The rogue girl had offered to heal Trixy earlier, claiming to be a healer. Most likely she was just trying to cover her tracks and save herself. Trixy saw her for what she was, a liar and a turn-cloak rogue. Beatrix let loose a throaty growl through bared fangs at the girl. "Oh, I very much enjoy the taste of the pretty ones, Ali." she said in a eerie sing-song voice, but her stoney gaze was locked on Adelisa.