Béatrix stepped towards Klaus, her eyes locked on him, but not in a predatory way. Ali had once told her about Mira’s sire, that being said, she knew that his allegiance to the Kingstons was a bit... [i]fluid[/i] in nature. He was very old, and most likely did his fair share of killing, he had a dark side. And the Blackmoores, well, it’s no secret that they liked to play in the dark.

Trixy brushed passed Alistair when he attempted to move in front of her. When would he learn, Béatrix De La Croix needs the protection of no man. Not anymore. Her feet brought her just inches from Klaus. His face was handsome and angular, and his eyes reflected an ancient soul deep enough to echo sounds.

Béatrix’ face showed a softness that was in stark contrast to the blood drying on her forehead as she touched Klaus’ cheek with her hand in admiration. Leave it to Trixy to flip the switch from manic insanity to this behavior in mere seconds.

“You have an old soul,” she began in a quiet tone. “Surely you met many of the ancient vampires.” The statement was embellished with a trace of hope.