Béatrix led her puppy dog out into the dark alleyway behind Tortuga. She felt his shudders of fear beside her and licked her lips at his increasing heart rate. The delicious sound thrummed in her ears, beckoning her body to move and dance to the rhythm. As entranced as she was in her bloodlust, Trixy was never one to have the wool pulled over her eyes. A hunter at the core, her ears picked up the sound of footsteps behind her… even though they belonged to a relatively silent vampire.

 Kingston scent hung thick in the air, Trixy knew better than to fully indulge this night. Praetor’s watchful eyes bore holes in the back of her head, and she would pretend that she didn’t know he was there, for now… she’d give him a little show, in fact.

Although the ally was dark and not frequented by humans, Trixy still covered her bases… her attack would look like she was kissing his neck – just a young couple who couldn’t wait to go home to share their passion. Trixy pressed her body up against the human male, pinning him to the brick wall in an iron grip. “You will not make a sound, even when it hurts, understood?” she compelled him and he was hopeless to nod and obey her. 

Trixy’s sharpened canines extended in her excitement and she plunged them into his carotid artery. The blood rushed into her mouth like a chocolaty river, building up her high. He had drank alcohol, which was a real treat, because the only way a vampire could really get buzzed was through drunk human blood. In her frenzy, the time passed rapidly… it wasn’t long before the song of his heart dropped tempo in her mind. He was fading, this was the moment that was always hardest… to stop before they died of blood loss. The presence of an enemy vampire near her brought her to her senses, and she released her fangs from his neck. 

The male gasped for breath in silence, his eyes portraying the panic he was compelled to keep silent. “Look at me, dog.” Trixy commanded, disregarding the blood trickling from her lip. Her eyes were feral and hypnotic as they locked onto his, oozing with the mental manipulation powers she had honed in on for so many years “Death would be to sweet a release for the likes of you. You are scum, you deserve much worse. And as fate would have it, I’m just the girl to deal out the adequate punishment.” A dark smiled peeled across her bloody face, made more menacing by the sharp contrast of alley way shadows and a distant street light. “You will never feel love, for as long as your pitiful life remains intact. You will yearn for it, but you will never be able to feel love. You will want to feel the touch of a woman, but your hands will never do so again. I hope you enjoyed your last sexual encounter, because it was indeed your last. Is that clear?”

The pitiful boy nodded at her in understanding and her smile widened “You will not remember what I did to you this night, my saliva is already healing the wound.” Trixy continued, “You simply had a lonely night out that led to you having a change of heart to become celibate for the remainder of your days.” He nodded again, solemnly. “Now be gone, dog. Shoo!” And with that, he took off done the alley and into the shadows.

Trixy turned sharply on her heel to face Praetor now, finally acknowledging his presence. “Do you think me daft, Praetor?” she began and sauntered over to him, wiping the blood off of her lip with her thumb. “That I would kill with so many Kingston’s milling about? That a trained assassin like me wouldn’t know when I was being watched?” She gave him a signature killer smile, it was about ninety-five percent sex appeal, with just a hint of danger. Instead of licking the blood off of her thumb as she desired to do, she wiped the blood onto the older vampires lip. “Did you enjoy the show?” she asked in a breathy voice.

Trixy recognized the scent of her family head and close friend nearby, so she felt comfortable in her slightly drunken bold behavior. He wouldn't let her be harmed, as she hadn't broken any laws.