FallenTrinity
Dion
~~~ The next day~~~
Béatrix ordered a drink from the bubby flight attendant once the plane had taken off. She pulled up the shade so she could stare out of the window at the sparkling blue ocean below. This trip was supposed to help clear her mind but she wasn’t having much luck yet. Her thoughts kept wandering back to him, to their heated exchange. Trixy’s eyes flashed bright with desire and she was thankful that she was wearing sunglasses to cover them when the stewardess returned with her drink.
The flight from JFK to Edinburgh took a whopping 7 hours, making Trixy all the more thankful that she’d splurged and got the direct flight, rather than one with connections. The landing went smoothly and Béatrix was able to retrieve her small luggage tote without any hassle. Frida wasn’t much for modern technologies so, when Trixy visited like this, it was up to her to get to her Grandsire’s little house in the hills. It also was generally a surprise visit, since Frida didn’t use phones.
Trixy paid for a cab out into Middle-of-nowhere, Scotland, tipped generously and waved to the driver politely. The femme fatale vampire looked a bit out of place in the rural scene, but Frida was right: Scotland was beautiful this time of year.
As was usual, Frida felt Trixy’s presence before she saw her. The front door of the old home burst open and out flew the most beautiful blonde Trixy had ever laid eyes upon. The sight would never cease to shock her.
“Granddaughter! What a lovely surprise!” Frida cooed and dove in for a huge hug. Béatrix practically melted into the woman. Frida invited her in for tea and a long overdue chat. Her soul mate, a very old Irish witch named Aislinn, set to boiling water for tea while Frida and Béatrix sat at the table.
Béatrix ended up pouring her heart out to the ancient woman. Ex-viking or not, Frida was the kindest soul she had ever known, and the love she shared with Aislinn was hard not to idolize. Frida put her hand on Trixy’s to comfort her. Being the empath that she was, Frida could have easily taken the feelings away, but that would do little to solve the underlying problem.
“Oh, dear girl. The world has turned you into a hardened warrior, but I promise you, you deserve this. You’ve gone so long without love that you’ve forgotten what it feels like. Any number of years in love, no matter how few, are far more precious than an eternity of loneliness. I know you see the wolf as a curse, but perhaps the fates are granting you a kindness. He is strong, nearly your age, immortal, and his heart has felt the same pain as yours.”
Trixy traced her fingers along the grains of the wooden table. It was kind of awkward to receive advice like this from her late soul mate’s sire. But Frida was family, some of the only family Trixy had known.
“Although, I don’t think it matters what I say. Your heart knows what it wants, even if that over analytical mind of yours denies it. What you should do is go see your family.”
“But, you are my family!” Trixy said defensively. Frida chuckled warmly “That may be so, but I was referring to your French family. You were telling me how you finally met the current Delacroix generation last year, now that us vampires are ‘out-of-the-coffin’ to the humans.”
The graceful red haired woman brought over the tea, and sat beside Frida. “You will find peace there, it is written in your fate.” Aislinn chimed in, using her eerie witchy voice.
“Well then, who am I to try to outrun my fate?” Trixy joked before taking a sip of her tea. “I suppose it has been too long since I visited home…”
