The human agreed to take Trixy out onto the dance floor with a whole lot more than dancing on his mind. He thought he was going to get lucky tonight but, in reality, it would be Béatrix who ended the night sated, and he would be compelled to forget the entire thing. The music grew loud and angry, the violent beat surprisingly easy to dance to.

Their bodies were pressed tight against each other as they danced. Trixy was hyperaware of the way his blood radiated heat off of his skin and into her own cold flesh. With the scent of his desire in her nose, and the bloodlust closing in, she’d pretty much forgotten all about what’s-his-name; but that was tonight’s goal. Trixy spun so that she was now facing him instead of letting him grind behind her.

She looked up, her eyes now shimmering with compulsion, planting calming thoughts in his mind. [i]Everything is awesome right now… you will feel no pain… only pleasure…[/i] Vampires could control how their bite felt to a human, be it torture, or the greatest kiss, but Béatrix sensed this guy’s motives - He was nice enough, and everything would go much more smoothly if he enjoyed it. With couples in all stage of dance, some practically having sex, a violent kiss on the neck would blend right in - especially with how freakish some of the patrons were, pretending to be vampires themselves.

Béatrix peppered him with kisses on the lips at first. He tilted his chin up, exposing his neck as he fell completely into her hypnotism. The fangs in her mouth descending, sharp and ready to feed. Just as Trixy poised her open lips inches above his carotid artery, her blue eyes caught sight of a painfully familiar face. He was looking right at her. A single thought ran through her mind: 

[i]Shit…[/i]