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The kick was powerful, but not enough to stun the towering brute for more than a few seconds, though a few seconds were all the vampire needed to put a safe distance between herself and the Alpha while she nursed her hands. The broken bones were healing, but not as quickly as she would have liked. It had been a long time since her last feeding, and she couldn’t be sure if they had drained her while she was out, but they probably did.

The room spun around Trixy in unsteady blurs, she felt that molasses feeling coming on again. This was more than just holy water or vervain. [i]'How is she still standing…'[/i] the wolf thought internally, unaware that Trixy was listening in [i]'...there was enough venom in that dart to put a vamp’r out for a week.'[/i] Ahh, of course, she should have known! Lycanthrope toxin was enough to incapacitate her like this, and a dose even a [i]little[/i] bit stronger than what the dart contained could have killed her. What the Alpha didn’t account for was that she had repeatedly exposed her to it over the years in an attempt to build up a resistance to her enemy's most effective weapon - it a torturous habit, but one that she was grateful for in that moment.

[i]“Hmm hmm hmm…”[/i] the wolf laughed under his breath once he regained his composure. [i]“You’ll pay for that, wench!”[/i] he declared before charging after her. [hider=Trigger warning!][i]“Ya didn’t break anything, though, come here and I’ll show ya. Peter says yer nice n’ tight too, died a virgin most like.”[/i][/hider] the bastard grinned, backing the injured and poisoned vampire into the corner of the dungeon.

[i]No…[/i] was the only thing she could think. Before, she could have written the rape taunt off as just that, a taunt… a torture tactic to use before he went in for the kill. [i]“Tell me,”[/i] he said before gripping her wrist and smirking at Bartholomew’s name. [i]“Does my son like that, or am I killing you before he got the chance to fuck ya?”[/i] Between her fury about this being Francis’ murderer, the trauma of knowing that her body was violated, and the pain of broken bones being squeezed in his grip, Trixy had a choice to make. Emotions were messy in battle, and the only way she could hope to survive this was to shut them off completely. So she did just that, flipping the switch on her humanity until there was nothing left but the survival instincts and murderous rage of her vampire blood.

Now able to completely block out the pain she felt in her hands, Béatrix shoved the brute off of her with a low hiss. He stumbled back a step before straightening up to send a right hook towards her cheek. Predicting his movement through her ability to read his mind, Trixy ducked in time to dodge the blow and land a swift punch in his gut. He grunted and then offered another breathy chuckle. 

His taunts couldn’t affect her anymore, though. They traded blows in the way that only those who have spent centuries fighting could. To the human eye, they were moving too fast to be seen and too silent to be heard outside of these four stone walls. It was stupid and prideful for him to have come down here alone, but such was the alpha way. She would take advantage of his pride.

Trixy made a misstep and the wolf landed an uppercut to her chin, sending her reeling backwards. The room once again started spinning around her, and her ears began to ring. In the time it took to blink out of the venom-induced daze after the punch, the wolf had unsheathed the dagger on his belt. His intent was to injure her enough so that he could shift to his wolf form to take her heart out, to execute her just as he had her husband. She was so tuned in to his thoughts at this point that she could predicted almost every move he made.

The first thing that you should learn before deciding to arm yourself with any weapon is how to disarm your opponent of that very same weapon. A fight can turn sideways, that weapon could wind up in your opponents hands, and it was up to you to get it back befre they could use it on you. Without emotions clouding her judgement, Trixy was a sharp and lethal as the edge of his blade. He struck to the right, and she faded left. He struck left, and she faded right. He tried to go directly for her heart and, instead of dodging, she brought her left forearm up perpendicular to his striking arm and grabbed his wrist. She reached over his arm with her free right arm so that his forearm was now in the pit of her elbow, then grabbed his wrist and locked him in place. Trixy stepped towards him and used her back and torso to crank his arm backwards at the shoulder. The next step towards him caused him to trip and release his grip on the dagger so that it clattered to the ground. It was a flawless knife disarm, just like they teach you in the police academy.

Without her humanity, she spent no time gloating over her victory. Killer instinct took over and Trixy executed him in the exact way that she had fantasized earlier: by pulling his head off at the mouth with nothing but the her mangled, bare hands and vampire strength. Wordlessly, Trixy tossed the top half of his head aside and stood up. Her previously white nightgown was now peppered with splashes of rust and scarlet. She stood still and quiet, eerily tilting her ear up to listen to the sounds above her like a creature out of some horror film. If she was sneaky, she could get out of here alive. If she was stealthy, she could kill every wolf in here without a sound AND get out alive. You know what option she went for.

With no way to know which wolves were the ones who raped her, all were deemed guilty. Creeping along the shadows of the castle, Béatrix claimed each and every one of their lives using the blade of their own alpha. Perhaps she’d find time to laugh at the irony later… because she would remember all of this later. That was the worst part about flipping your humanity switch. Each and every awful thing you did, you would remember with vivid detail afterwards… that’s why a lot of vampires just left it off. It was easier to not have to deal with the pain of guilt and regret.

Wolfsbane added fourteen more bodies to her death count when all was said and done. She had even murdered a human girl… she was probably just an innocent servant, but her blood was simply too tempting to resist on such an empty stomach. That, and Trixy wasn't herself. Or perhaps she was more herself now than ever before? Once Béatrix was out of the castle, it was time to figure out [i]where[/i] she was. She climbed to the roof and peered out across the landscape. Determining which direction was northwest, Trixy took off in a full vampiric sprint towards her nearest haven. 

[i][center]~~~ Back in her castle in the woods ~~~[/center][/i]

Trixy didn’t have much time. The apha could still have men on the look out for her, but she had to shower and grab her things before heading out into the public eye to catch a flight out of here. Béatrix stripped out of the bloodstained nightgown and stepped into the steaming shower. The water ran down her ghostly pale skin in red rivulets. Trixy looked down at her hands, which were still coated in blood. [i]His blood[/i]. She focused on the color, on [i]whose[/i] blood this was. The emotions she could stir up would be enough to flip her humanity back on, if she wanted to.

Knees hit the bottom of the porcelain tub with a sickening [i][b]crack[/b][/i]. As the shower washed away what was left of the blood, Béatrix leaned forward and began to sob. It wasn't just sobbing, it was violent, body-quaking wailing. She wept not for the girl she had murdered nor for the other potentially innocent lives she had taken in her rage. She didn’t even weep for private, aching parts of her body that had felt the most vile form of violation… there would be time for [i]that[/i] later. No, these were the cries of a woman in mourning. She wept for the chapter of her life that was falling like sand between her fingers. That wolf who had made her a widow, had also made her a monster, more so than even her vampire blood had. Five centuries of preparation and heartless assassination had led up to this day and now… it was all [i]over[/i]. Who was Madame Vengeance without an enemy to hunt? And what did Béatrix de la Croix have to live for,
[right][i]if not revenge?[/i][/right]