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Uncomfortably heavy eyelids fluttered as Trixy stirred from her fugue state. With a groan, she managed to fully open her eyes. Her head was slumped forward while her arms were being held high above her head. A pounding migraine hung over her like a dark cloud, making her wince when she attempted to lift her head. She hadn’t felt this awful since the morning after she had nearly drained a sorority girl that was a mere breath away from blackout drunk. Even that massive vampire hangover was child’s play in comparison to this, though. Béatrix managed to shake it off long enough to steal a few glances of her surroundings before closing her eyes and passing out once more.

This drug-induced sleep was far from a peaceful one. Hallucinogenic manifestations haunted the vampire’s over-active mind. Minutes or hours passed as she hung in this pitiful state, she couldn't tell. One image was so terrifying it startled her back into consciousness. Frantically she gasped for an unnecessary breath, her panicked eyes skittering across the room once more. Her head still screamed, but she was more alert this time around.

“C'est quoi ce bordel?” she remarked in her native tongue. The last thing she could remember was running free in her privately owned woods. It was early morning then, yet now she sat in dank darkness. It appeared that she was being held in some dungeon, which are always dark, but she was sure that at least a day had passed, because the night sky was creeping in through a tiny window positioned high on the wall across the room. It was one of those wrought iron gratings that peeked out just at ground level.

Ever level-headed, Béatrix refused to panic. She’d been in worse situations and gotten out alive. Trixy tugged against her restraints and hissed when the pain of blessed silver bit into her wrists. Chains clattered noisily as she fell back into her hanging position. Her body ached all over. Surely, this was hell.

“You’re awake.” The voice boomed from just outside the door as heavy footsteps approached. Trixy glared in his direction with dull blue eyes that looked foreign without their sparkle. He stepped into the room, dripping with confidence and machismo. If his demeanor didn’t reveal his nature, the putrid scent did. Wolf. And judging by his accent and the strength of his scent, he was an alpha of one of the English packs. Her eyes narrowed, anger burning inside. How could she have trusted that mangy mutt who called himself her soulmate. He’d buttered her up with flowery words, only to conspire to have her killed. It made so much sense now that she wanted to kick herself for ever being so stupid. They had both tried to kill each other when they met, but found out that they couldn’t… not personally, at least. This wolf was clearly Bartholomew’s hired hand, he probably located her through cell-phone tower triangulation.

Béatrix thrashed against her restraints and hissed at the brooding wolf just feet away from her now. The hiss reopened a gash in her lip and blood bubbled to the surface. “Sorry about that.” Alpha wolf said, but he wasn’t. “The boys got a little rough while you were out. Isn’t every day we bag ourselves the famed leech whore.” The last word had a biting sneer to it. It wasn’t the first time that word was used to describe her, what with owning a few brothels back in the day, and she had made each and every bastard pay for what they had said back then. She would tear this man’s head off starting at the mouth for that comment, just split him from the corner of his lips, all the way to his ears in a macabre smile, and then off with his head completely. He obviously felt no threat from the chained up vampire before him, because he continued to goad her. 

“They say yer dead cunt ain’t as dry as they expected. I just might have to try you out myself.” Alpha wolf took a menacing step towards her with a hunger in his eyes that would make any woman’s skin crawl.

For the first time in a long while, Béatrix felt helpless. She had never played the part of damsel in distress before, not since Francis died. Her cold nature drove away any hope of gaining dependable companionship. If she had managed to get herself into trouble, it was always up to her to get herself out of it. No one would rescue her. The only people she could hope to contact were countries and oceans away. It was much too far for her powers to travel. Even so, Trixy sent out a mental S.O.S. It was a desperate grasp at straws, as she didn’t even know where she was to direct a rescue party to.

Alpha Wolf was close enough now to grip her chin hard in his hands and angled her face up to his. His hot breath reeked as he opened his mouth to speak. “I’ll take you and
I’ll kill you, just like I should have the day I claimed that blond bloodsucker’s heart.” It took only half a second for that to register. The Wolf watched as angry recognition colored her vision red. “That’s riiighhhtt. After all these years hunting, look who caught whom.” He wore a barbed wire grin, obviously loving every second of this torture. “You got sloppy. Settled down in one place for too long, got a job and a little scruffy boyfriend too. All the while, I was watching... waiting to tie up this loose end. You think you’re the only widow I’ve ever made?” He taunted as she sat, seething in her chains. “You’re the one who gave me the most trouble, I’ll give you that. But that’s all about to end now, I’m gonna get my happy ending.” he growled behind his teeth in a smile that made her sick.

Béatrix’ mind swirled with options for her next move. She didn’t have her glocks, not even her dagger. Hell, in her silk nightie, she wasn’t even remotely armored for a fight. The only weapons she had were her mind and her body, and this fury inside her that would be the spark to ignite the powder keg. “Oh, you’ll get an ending all right.” she returned his growl before yanking her wrists down.

The shackles were so tight that she had to break the bones in her hands, thumbs, and pinky fingers to free herself from them. Trixy cried out as her bones cracked and gruesome chunks of skin were left behind. Alpha wolf hadn’t predicted such a rash decision and Trixy used this moment of shock to bring her knee up into his groin.
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