Béatrix leaned into Alistair as she watched the older vampire stalk off into the club. “I think he likes me, it’s not every day that someone calls me a whore and lives to see their next.” Most women would have bristled at the insults, but Trixy was made of stronger stuff than that. Although, had she the ability, one of Praetor’s comments would have brought a bright blush to her pale cheeks… she was thankful she didn’t. Praetor would face justice for his actions in one way or another, seeing as Ali bear witness to the whole thing… Mira would be hearing about her altogether unruly family members.
“An exposure, you say? Hmm, it has been a while since rogues so boldly passed through these parts. What makes you think we can convince them not to join the Kingstons, if they already agree with their distasteful ideals?” She asked, not really doubting Alistair’s ability to be convincing, he’d convinced her after all, she was just curious as to what his plans to do so were. The blood swimming in her stomach made her feel warm and comfortable, although it awakened the insatiable thirst within…
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Trixy looked to his small undead army with mild disinterest, a man who couldn’t fight his own battle was weak, indeed… even if his age and pride made him think otherwise. With an amused chuckle, she grinned “Well, excuse me… I thought I was talking to Miss Mirabelle’s guard dog, not a member of the vampire council. Oh wait…” Sarcasm was thick in her voice as she smiled.
With a tilt of her head, she pried into his mind, a gift very few vampires were blessed with. Trixy kept her expression calm and studious as she looked into his eyes, searching aimlessly through his head. He was old, very old… but she knew that already. The minds of humans were simple, which is why most vampires had no trouble compelling them. Think of it like bowls of pasta. Human minds were like bowls of lasagna noodles, thick and few in number. Human thoughts and feelings were simple and easy to decipher… finding the appropriate lasagna noodle to remove and alter wasn’t that hard. Vampires, on the other hand, their minds were more like bowls of spaghetti - the noodles being thin, numerous, and wrapped together… the older the vampire, the more tangled and confusing their mind. The vampire before her was one of the latter, she had no hope of seeking out any thoughts to cut up and mold to her will in any short amount of time. With time and practice, Trixy knew she would overcome any challenge… so she didn’t fear him like others might. In fact, she wished to study him further.
Béatrix broke her gaze and returned to the present time and place. “You should learn to hold your tongue, elder vampire or not. This singular ‘fool’ you speak of is one of the only two family heads in this city, have some respect if you wish to remain here. Wouldn’t want to find your way onto my list” she said subtly and turned to where Alistair was watching from the shadows. “Let’s get out of here, Ali. I don’t know about you, but I’m sick of hanging around all of these wet blanket Kingstons, I think Mira is the only one who doesn’t make me want to claw my own eyes out with boredom.” Trixy threw a teasing smile over her should at Praetor before walking away to Alistair and putting a hand around his waist. Definitely a bolder move than she was used to, she began to wonder just how much cheap beer that human had drank tonight.
With a tilt of her head, she pried into his mind, a gift very few vampires were blessed with. Trixy kept her expression calm and studious as she looked into his eyes, searching aimlessly through his head. He was old, very old… but she knew that already. The minds of humans were simple, which is why most vampires had no trouble compelling them. Think of it like bowls of pasta. Human minds were like bowls of lasagna noodles, thick and few in number. Human thoughts and feelings were simple and easy to decipher… finding the appropriate lasagna noodle to remove and alter wasn’t that hard. Vampires, on the other hand, their minds were more like bowls of spaghetti - the noodles being thin, numerous, and wrapped together… the older the vampire, the more tangled and confusing their mind. The vampire before her was one of the latter, she had no hope of seeking out any thoughts to cut up and mold to her will in any short amount of time. With time and practice, Trixy knew she would overcome any challenge… so she didn’t fear him like others might. In fact, she wished to study him further.
Béatrix broke her gaze and returned to the present time and place. “You should learn to hold your tongue, elder vampire or not. This singular ‘fool’ you speak of is one of the only two family heads in this city, have some respect if you wish to remain here. Wouldn’t want to find your way onto my list” she said subtly and turned to where Alistair was watching from the shadows. “Let’s get out of here, Ali. I don’t know about you, but I’m sick of hanging around all of these wet blanket Kingstons, I think Mira is the only one who doesn’t make me want to claw my own eyes out with boredom.” Trixy threw a teasing smile over her should at Praetor before walking away to Alistair and putting a hand around his waist. Definitely a bolder move than she was used to, she began to wonder just how much cheap beer that human had drank tonight.
someone should post so I can respond to Apollo's post without it being 'speed posting' :]
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.
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.
I'm back as well, I will be whipping up a post shortly.
Apparently I made it just in time for the last post, haha... gotta have the last word! :p See ya'll on Monday!
Alistair’s arm around her shoulders had a calming effect, perhaps that’s exactly what he intended. His signature scent filled her nose, much like that of nutmeg and cool autumn afternoons. Calming or not, Trixy was feeling starved and irritated as all hell by the Kingston presence in Tortuga. Once all of them left, with the exception of the male currently twitter-pated with Maria, Béatrix moved on to her first victim.
The man was a typical blond-haired blue eyed jock, a couple years out of high school - perhaps in college on a football scholarship or the like. It mattered little, Trixy took a seat in the same booth, sitting directly across from him. Her presence startled him and he looked up from his beer at her. As years of being a rogue private investigator and assassin, she took in her surroundings and read his every move and action before delving into the secrets of his mind. Weak vampires relied only on their special abilities, the best predators maxed all of their skills through practice and passion, not magic.
He was drinking a beer, alone, probably having trouble with the ladies currently… maybe just lonely, he probably didn’t have many good friends. His scruff was a bit past a 5 o’clock shadow, indicating either laziness or stress about something. And lastly were his eyes… their striking blue nearly matched her own, but color wasn’t the only similarity. He had the eyes of a predator. That was what caught her attention the most.
Trixy leaned forward across the table, pushing out her cleavage as she crossed her arms underneath her chest. Her proximity to him alerted her to a familiar foul scent, what was it? Surely she would find out soon enough.“I’m going to ask you a few questions, and you will answer me honestly. Do you understand?” she ask, now using her special ability to manipulate people’s minds and emotions. The man nodded, looking thoroughly hypnotized.
“Why are you here?”
“To find girls like you.” He said simply, as if it were nothing at all.
Trixy raised her eyebrows at that, the scent made sense now. Rohypnol, the slimy bastard. “And what do you want from girls like me?” She knew, but she’d make him say it.
“To drug you, take you out back, and fuck you.” He said, matter-of-factly.
Trixy little out a soft chuckle and sat back. Before his human eyes could even track the motion, she had her dagger in her hands and spun it on its tip on the table. Trixy proudly watched the fear take him over as he went to call for help.
“Ahh, ahh, ahh. Shut up, boy. Not a single sound, do you understand?” He nodded against the finger she had pressed against his lips.
“Do you like my dagger? A real man gave it to me, I know you don’t know what it’s like to be a real man though, huh?”Trixy asked. He shook his head ‘no’.
“That’s right, because you’re just a dog. I think that’s what I’ll even treat you like.” Trixy said with a dark smile and then launched her dagger just inches past his head. It went straight towards the dartboard and struck it dead center of the bull’s eye. A couple of the regulars smiled approvingly, but knowing her face they didn’t pay much more mind to her. Trixy brought her eyes back to the cowering wannabe man in front of her.
“Fetch” she demanded, and he scurried out of the booth to retrieve the dagger. When he returned to her, Trixy was already standing outside of the booth and turning to walk outside. “Come.” She commanded yet again, and her now-loyal pup followed.
The man was a typical blond-haired blue eyed jock, a couple years out of high school - perhaps in college on a football scholarship or the like. It mattered little, Trixy took a seat in the same booth, sitting directly across from him. Her presence startled him and he looked up from his beer at her. As years of being a rogue private investigator and assassin, she took in her surroundings and read his every move and action before delving into the secrets of his mind. Weak vampires relied only on their special abilities, the best predators maxed all of their skills through practice and passion, not magic.
He was drinking a beer, alone, probably having trouble with the ladies currently… maybe just lonely, he probably didn’t have many good friends. His scruff was a bit past a 5 o’clock shadow, indicating either laziness or stress about something. And lastly were his eyes… their striking blue nearly matched her own, but color wasn’t the only similarity. He had the eyes of a predator. That was what caught her attention the most.
Trixy leaned forward across the table, pushing out her cleavage as she crossed her arms underneath her chest. Her proximity to him alerted her to a familiar foul scent, what was it? Surely she would find out soon enough.“I’m going to ask you a few questions, and you will answer me honestly. Do you understand?” she ask, now using her special ability to manipulate people’s minds and emotions. The man nodded, looking thoroughly hypnotized.
“Why are you here?”
“To find girls like you.” He said simply, as if it were nothing at all.
Trixy raised her eyebrows at that, the scent made sense now. Rohypnol, the slimy bastard. “And what do you want from girls like me?” She knew, but she’d make him say it.
“To drug you, take you out back, and fuck you.” He said, matter-of-factly.
Trixy little out a soft chuckle and sat back. Before his human eyes could even track the motion, she had her dagger in her hands and spun it on its tip on the table. Trixy proudly watched the fear take him over as he went to call for help.
“Ahh, ahh, ahh. Shut up, boy. Not a single sound, do you understand?” He nodded against the finger she had pressed against his lips.
“Do you like my dagger? A real man gave it to me, I know you don’t know what it’s like to be a real man though, huh?”Trixy asked. He shook his head ‘no’.
“That’s right, because you’re just a dog. I think that’s what I’ll even treat you like.” Trixy said with a dark smile and then launched her dagger just inches past his head. It went straight towards the dartboard and struck it dead center of the bull’s eye. A couple of the regulars smiled approvingly, but knowing her face they didn’t pay much more mind to her. Trixy brought her eyes back to the cowering wannabe man in front of her.
“Fetch” she demanded, and he scurried out of the booth to retrieve the dagger. When he returned to her, Trixy was already standing outside of the booth and turning to walk outside. “Come.” She commanded yet again, and her now-loyal pup followed.
I am also driving home to New York to see my family, so I might not be on much until monday. I might be able to post once a day late at night or something. :]
Ha, I think Mira is just about ready to punish every one of her family members now. XD
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