[i]“It’s enough to make you want to die yourself, and time doesn’t fix it. Just numbs the pain slightly.”[/i] he said, his voice hardly any louder than hers. A human passerby wouldn’t even hear their conversation. Béatrix ground her fangs into her bottom gums, nearly drawing blood. His words rang all to true. At first, when she lost Francis, she wanted nothing more than to join him in death. Unfortunately, vampires are pretty hard to kill, and somewhere along the lines the suicidal tendencies were replaced by an all-consuming passion – revenge. It was better to kill than be killed; at least that’s what Madame Vengeance thought.

Lost in her thoughts, his touch snapped her back to the present. Despite how right his skin felt against hers, she reflexively jerked her hand back to her side. This frost queen had no intentions of giving up her throne, no matter what destiny had in store for them. 

“Which is exactly why we can’t let it happen again.” She said, her tone was as cold as her icy blue eyes. She couldn’t let her walls fall, they were the only thing keeping her dead heart safe. “I—“ she began “I gotta go. You made me lose my perp, I’ve got a rogue vampire to track down. If fate really has us bound, I guess I’ll see you around. If not, well, I wish I could say it was nice meeting you.” It was a cruel thing to say, but nothing was crueler than forcing someone to walk into inevitable heartbreak. With that, Trixy turned and walked away. She had no intentions of catching that vampire, nope. She needed a stiff drink, a cigarette, and gallons of blood to drown these feelings in, and she knew the perfect bar to go to so that she could indulge in all three.