Béatrix was following after a lead the NYPD had given her on a rogue vampire in the area. Ever since the marks had started forming on species other than humans, more and more supernatural beings were crawling out of the woodwork. Most humans in places of power were not too keen on the murderous tendencies of some of these other species. Vampires, like her, were not without fault, and the humans often wanted them taken care of just the same. Like a loaded gun, Trixy saw no difference in killing one species over another, although, if it was a werewolf, the kill gave her a particular high.  The police force overlooked Trixy’s shady past and her vampirism in order to use her as a member of a suicide squad of sorts. She was hard to kill, had superhuman sight and hearing, and she possessed a unique ability to be able to manipulate the minds of those around her.

Murder was a good way to pass the time, especially if it made the world a better place to live in. Before working with the military, and the law, Béatrix killed based on her own morals of who was good and who was bad, and let’s just say her moral compass doesn’t always point due north. Maybe it did once, but that was a long, long time ago, before vampirism had a chance to take root in her body, and before the ability to love was ripped from her soul.

Trixy walked the streets in common clothes, doing her best to blend in with the NYC hustle and bustle. Carl, the current voice of authority, occasionally chirped in her earpiece, informing her on possible whereabouts of the rogue. Trixy pressed her back against the brick wall and peered around the corner, she definitely sensed another vampire nearby. She reached for her beloved gun, tucked away in the holster that was concealed by the back of her shirt. Trixy squinted her eyes to focus on the distant figure in the alleyway, which seemed to be in an intense struggle with another person. Béatrix brandished her gun and stepped through the shadows with the otherworldly grace that all vampires possessed. Unseen, unheard, Madame Vengeance would always hit her target…

… But, not this time. The sudden burn in her wrist threw her off, and the slightest hitch in her concentration betrayed her silent approach, causing her to kick a pebble. The other vampire, hearing the sound and finally sensing her presence, fled. 

“Shit, I lost him.” She hissed under her breath, the earpiece picking up her words. 

[i]“What do you mean you lost him? You’ve never lost someone before.”[/i] Carl’s voice responded in her ear.

“I know, I’m sorry. I know what he looks like now, and I’ve got his scent. I’ll definitely find him again.” She said a little louder now, it’s not like she was going to scare anyone away again… 

[i]“Whatever you say, Agent Wolfsbane. You sure you’re alright, this isn’t like you, you’re our best shot.”[/i] Carl said in his best attempt at a compliment, he really was an awkward man for someone with such clout and authority in the department.

“Yeah, I don’t know, I’ll have to get back to you on that… I’m going to go see if the other guy is alright.” she replied before hitting the button on her earpiece to mute their communication, and lowering her gun. Just as she took a step forward to the other figure, the burning in her wrist intensified. Trixy looked down at her wrapped wrist, her eyes were glaring daggers at it. [i]No, it can’t be… What day is it again?[/i] The bindings obscured the name and date inked on her skin, but the image of it was forever seared into her mind's eye. Like elephants, vampires can never truly forget - try as they might. Trixy took another step forward, and the burning got worse; A step backward, and the burning subsided. Béatrix looked up at the hulking figure before her, and now he was the recipient of her icy glare. 

For the first time in centuries, Béatrix de la Croix turned on her heels, and [i]ran[/i]. She ran fast and hard, revealing her vampire speed to this stranger, but she didn’t care. Maybe, with enough effort, she could outrun her own destiny.