FallenTrinity
Dion“She said before I could touch her walls I'd have to touch her heart. So I did.”
Running didn’t help, it never did. Even as her Ninja purred beneath her, Trixy gripped the handlebars with trembling fingers. Her reflexes would keep her safe on the slow, human-paced streets, but she still wasn’t really in a state to go too far. Desire gnawed away at her insides, screaming for release. She had to do something to clear him from her mind, to rub his taste from her lips.
Just three blocks away lived Bret Ashmeyer, local pretty boy bachelor, and one of Trixy’s many blood dolls throughout the city. He was a handsome, willing, and alive distraction. He would do as good as any. Béatrix parked the bike on the street in front of his apartment and pocketed the keys. She buttoned one of the buttons on her jacket, as to look just the right amount of trashy, before walking up to the door.
*Knock, knock*
Her knuckles rapped on the door. She impatiently shifted her weight from hip to hip.
*Knock, knock*
A dark haired 25 year-old opened the door. “Trix?” he asked while he blinked away the sleepiness in his eyes. She had obviously woken him up, as it was still quite early in the morning. He wore a muscle shirt and adorable plaid pajama bottoms. Bret scratched the back of his head and smiled. “Damn, it’s been a while. Oh, uhh, come in!” he said before opening the door wider and stepping aside. Finally, she could cross the threshold; Vampires had to be invited into households that were owned by humans, after all.
“You okay? You don’t look so hot. Well, I mean, you always look hott, but… You know what I mean!” Bret said, displaying the awkward charm that was what had originally caught her eye. “Do you need blood?” he asked, offering his neck by tilting his head to the side.
“Blood?” The word jarred her, given her reason for deserting Tholo. “No… no. I needed a distraction.” She admitted, and he gave her a wry smile. ”Ah, the thing that comes after, then.” Bret said and stepped forward, putting his hand around the small of her back to pull her close. ”I would gladly help you with that kind of distraction.” Trixy attempted a smile, but it was a hollow gesture. Still, the enthralled human was oblivious to the façade, and eager for his vampire fix, so he boldly kissed her. His lips were warm and lively, but they couldn’t hold a candle to the wolf’s heat. No! No wolf! Not now, not ever. Not again…
Trixy reached her hands up to run her fingers through Bret’s hair as they kissed. But it was empty. The kiss was wintery cold. For the first time in centuries, Trixy saw it for what it was: An attempt to fill a hole. She was suffering inside of the icy walls that she had built around herself. Bret wasn’t the flame that could hope to melt them, no. She had found that flame, and like a spooked animal, she had run from it.
Béatrix gently pushed Bret an arm’s length away, holding him by the shoulders. “No, this isn’t right. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come.” She said. ”What’s wrong? Is it something I—“ he stammered. “No, Bret.” Trixy cut him off and looked deep into his eyes, tapping into her compulsion. “This is my fault. Listen, I never came here today. In fact, you never knew me. You will no longer feel the pull of my blood. You are going to uninvite me, close the door, go back to sleep, and forget everything about me.” Bret nodded his head groggily and said ”I don’t know who you are, but you should leave my home.” It felt like every molecule of her body was being pulled through the doorway as Trixy had no choice but to take her leave, not that she really wanted to stay. What she wanted was Bartholomew Whitlock, nay, not wanted, he was what she needed.
The determined drive back to his home took no time flat. Unfortunately, she found the place empty. Of course he was gone… This was her fault. What kind of awful bitch leads someone on like that just to give them the cold shoulder? She found his note, saying that he would be gone for a while with no plan for an immediate return. Trixy frowned at the piece of paper and then tried to pick up his scent trail, thinking it might not be too late to follow him. But his scent quickly blended with car exhaust fumes and was lost in the city streets. What else could she do? Obviously she had developed some form of a mental link with him earlier that day. Maybe he hadn’t gone too far to try to tap into that. Béatrix sat cross-legged and tried to clear her mind enough to reach him.
