When Emilia headed over to Alistair, Béatrix sauntered after her. They seemed to be locked in some battle of the heads, both of them ruffling their tail feathers like fighting peacocks. She confidently took a stand near Alistair, on his right hand side… exactly where a weapon should be. The three oldest vampires of the Blackmoore clan stood shoulder to shoulder, all twice the age of Kingston’s head. On another day, this probably wouldn’t have ended well, but Ali was trying to get them to peacefully leave – and the Blackmoores surprisingly weren’t looking to stir up that particular brand of trouble tonight.

Just then, the ignorant brat from earlier flung herself into the mix. If Trixy didn’t have such control of her emotions, she might have looked as shocked as she was internally at the outburst. Mira needed to learn how to control her newbie vamps, or they would be her downfall. Not only was she acting out against the head of the family, she was doing so without the permission of her own head, and in a public place where humans were around. She threatened exposing them all.

Apparently, Trixy wasn’t alone in her feelings, as both Alexander and Emilia jumped in to defend Alistair. Béatrix still believed their behavior to be rash, as it was done without permission. Perhaps that was the reason she found herself among the head members of the family. Either way, Ali looked please at not having to lift a finger in protest, still looking as devilishly handsome as when he walked in. 

A low, predatory growl rumbled in Trixy’s throat and her trigger finger itched. “Master, may I kill this one? She’d look so pretty in chains, and I’d just love to toy with her head” she said in a hushed tone that only Alistair could hear, a dark smile plastered across her face as her eyes locked on to Theodora.