[color=6ecff6]Béatrix:[/color]

“Right, guns-a-blazing.” Trixy remarked and brandished her trusted weapons as they marched off to storm the gates. Getting into the place was too easy, it was almost like they were being welcomed in… In the end however, Alistair was right, they knew the Blackmoores were coming. 

The surge of fledglings rushed in from the shadows, their newborn hunger for blood and violence was a greater urge than any warning a superior could give for them to stand down. The leader of this mishmash coven was foolish to think he could ever truly control this many newborn vampires. Sure, they were certainly loyal to this mystery vampire, that’s why they wanted to kill for his approval; but they were too young to understand the art of war, and too bloodthirsty to play smart.

It quickly became evident that her guns were less useful in such close quarters, so Trixy switched to her dagger. With the blade in her dominant hand, her fingernails extended into claws in the other as she began to spin around and swipe at her enemies. The newborns thoughts of blood and hunger ate into her mind, drowning out her own thoughts… and she just let it happen. She immersed herself in the bloodlust and fought off her foes with a violent glimmer in her eye.

Béatrix was practically dancing her way through the fledglings, armed with blade and claw, as she slit throats and claimed hearts. The newborn vampire blood clung to her skirt and flung off in circles as she spun around. 

Trixy paid no mind to her allies, they didn’t matter. She didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore, not since the Madame had returned. Madame Vengeance was a selfish creature, she would fight to the death, but she fought only for herself, unraveling the small ties of trust and familiarity she had worked these past few years on with the Blackmoores… with Alistair. That very name would sear the flesh of Béatrix de la Croix with shame and guilt for what she had done, but Madame Vengeance was just that, a madame, nothing but a selfish whore who acted only on the darkest emotions in life.

Nothing mattered, until she felt his presence…

[color=9e0b0f]Jareth:[/color] 

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GF0wv1PKRMQ]Please click to set the mood![/url]

Jareth was already back at the complex when he received Theo’s text. He was on his way to where Theo and the hostage were when he heard the cataclysm below. The newborns had gone rogue and attacked the Blackmoores in the grand hall. He peered over the edge, making sure to stay hidden in the shadows, when he saw her. That shade of blue haunted him, a color unlike any other as her eyes sparkled in violent romance. It was enough to bring a song to his soul…

[center][i] Eyes like a car crash
I know I shouldn't look but I can't turn away.
Body like a whiplash,
Salt my wounds but I can't heal the way
I feel about you.[/i][/center]

The way she danced among the bodies entranced him. He hadn’t felt this way before, he couldn’t begin to understand or piece together any logic behind his behaviors. It was unlike him to act foolish, he was an evil genius after all. Even so, there he stood, staring down at her as his hands gripping the banister until his knuckles turned a pale white.

[center][i] I watch you like a hawk
I watch you like I'm gonna tear you limb from limb
Will the hunger ever stop?
Can we simply starve this sin? [/i][/center]

Jar watched the porcelain doll do her dance until her steps fell out of cadence. He could practically see the muscles in her back tense with the realization that she was being watched. Jareth pushed away from the banister, but it wasn’t enough. His heart jumped up into his throat with both fear and… elation? Nothing made sense anymore. This one vampire had turned his world upside in a mere day. Trixy had climbed her way up the banister in milliseconds, apparently without her friends noticing, because she came alone. If Jareth was actually a [i]smart[/i] genius he would be afraid, back up a few steps, take the defense, but instead he stood there and stared in awe at the soft curvature of her lips, the way breasts gently lifted and fell with each breath. Surely the world didn’t know the meaning of true art until she was brought into existence. Now that he had no reason to hide from her, the song in his heart poured from his lips in a whisper.

[center][i] “That little kiss you stole
It held my heart and soul
And like a deer in the headlights I meet my fate” [/i][/center]

He wished so much to serenade her. Not to treat her like the other women in his life, she deserved more. But she was no foolish teenage girl or groupie, she gripped her blade, flexed her clawed fingers, and took a threatening step toward him. Still, he sang.

[center][i] “Don't try to fight the storm
You'll tumble overboard
Tides will bring me back to you…”[/i][/center]

The musical tone in his voice died down as his face softened. Her eyes were practically purple with the amount of red she was seeing, it made him feel mortal. She just might kill him right there, while he cowered in the shadows. What a fitting death for such a foul soul. “Please don’t do this. I know you felt it too… I’m not a monster. No more of one than you are, at least. We are both broken creatures, doing what we must to survive. To move on.” His words did little to stop her advances. First he felt the cold silver of her dagger as she pressed it to his throat, then he felt the hardness of the wall as she forced him against it. Even faced with his imminent death, he couldn’t help but be turned on by her touch and the situation she put him in. So he kept singing for her, hoping something in the melodies would change her feelings. He didn’t want this to be their last encounter.

[center][i] “And on my deathbed, all I'll see is you
The life may leave my lungs
But my heart will stay with you” [/i][/center]

“Your damn right it will.” She said in a hiss before plunging her clawed hand into his chest. Her fingers grasped around his heart, sending forceful spasms throughout his body. The world around him blurred and faded until all he could focus on was the pale glow of her skin. He couldn’t have picked out a more beautiful angel of death if he tried. His eyelids fluttered as he felt the very life leave his bones, and then everything was black.