*"I see them as no better than Englishmen."* said Adrian.

Just the thought of the English folk made Béatrix audibly growl, she’d never really given up the grudge that she held since before she was made a vampire. Adrian then mentioned that she always looked more like herself covered in someone else’s blood.

“Covered, you think?” Trixy asked, “I’d like to think that a mild splattering from gunshots accents my eyes better.” She gave a dark smile and chuckled at her own joke. Trixy flitted over to the door, the excitement of the hunt propelling her.