Trixy walked towards the entrance to the compound, her footfalls so light that they barely shifted the gravel beneath her feet. A warm breeze brushed strands of raven-colored hair across her face. [i]I could get used to this California weather[/i] she thought to herself with a smile. A slight twist in her stomach reminded her that this new Regiment vampire diet was [i]not[/i] something she cared to get used to.

Pushing her thoughts aside, Béatrix stepped through the entrance, remembering that Carson told her to meet the other newbies in the main building at this precise hour. It appeared that her thoughts seemed to manifest him, as she looked up to see Carson just outside the main building. “Hey there, handsome” she said with a foxy smile “did I come to the right place?” she asked, although she figured that with 630 years on this Earth, it might be safe to assume that she didn’t need to read the newbie map to find the way. In her chosen profession, knowing your surroundings intuitively meant the difference between life and death, and you surely didn’t come to see this many centuries with your nose shoved into a piece of paper.