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Béatrix stayed with her grandmother for a while, chatting about lost time and new travels. As conversations with Frida tended to these days, this one went to the subject of her future seat on the Council. Trixy understood her grandmother’s desire to ‘get her ducks in a row’ so to speak, but a position like that wasn’t something she was ready for. Sensing her discomfort, Frida chuckled [i]“Well, I’m not dead yet.”[/i]

“Good. Valhalla doesn’t deserve you.” Trixy said half joking, half serious. Frida responded with a warm smile, [i]“Aye, though I’d much rather end up in Fólkvangr with Freyja. Us women have to stick together.”[/i] The blonde said as she put her hand on top of Aislinn’s. It was a small gesture, but an overwhelmingly adorable and loving one. Her eyes became more thoughtful before speaking next. [i]“That is, if the draugr are even welcome in the Great Halls…”[/i] she mused and then shook her head.

In time, they were hugging and saying their farewells. Frida told Trixy she needed to write her more. Trixy told Frida that it was the 21st century, and that she needed to embrace technology: cellphones, computers, anything after the pony express, really. Agreeing to disagree, but promising to keep in touch, Trixy departed to board another flight to Nantes, France.

Thankfully, these relatives were completely acclimated to the modern age, as it was the only age they’d ever known, so Trixy could call them to inform them of her visit. Camille and Lucas Delacroix, and their daughter Emma, were some of the only living relatives that Béatrix had. While Trixy’s parents were grieving their daughter’s death, they had conceived a son that continued their family name, Lucas is a lineal descendant of that son - Trixy's only sibling.

The flight was just a short hop in comparison to the previous one, but a great deal more expensive because of the short notice. Money wasn’t an issue though, it hadn’t been for a long time. Camille had informed Trixy that Lucas would just be getting out of work upon her arrival, but that she could pick her up from the airport.

“Cami!” Béatrix cooed as she met eyes with what she considered to be her sister-in-law; It was easier to think of Lucas like a brother because of how young she looked next to him. The women embraced before heading out the the Delacroix home. It was a modest abode set in a more rural area just outside of Nantes. Camille was a middle-school teacher and Lucas was a businessman who worked in the city and together they made enough to comfortably raise their child in their own home with two cars. Trixy remembered how nervous she’d been when she first arrived here. Supernaturals had only recently revealed themselves to the public at large, and there was still a lot of hate to go around. Lucky for Trixy, this little family was open-minded and supportive when meeting their long-thought-dead relative.

Lucas’ shiny silver car was parked in the driveway, meaning he had already gotten out of work and picked Emma up from after-school dance practice. One of her favorite parts about visiting with the Delacroix was that every word spoken was in French. Trixy had barely stepped in the door before the sound of tiny feet pitter-pattering along the hardwood greeted her. [i]“Tata Twixxy!”[/i] squeaked a tutu-clad girl with chocolate brown hair pulled into a bun as she peeked around the corner. Emma launched into a full-blown 4-year-old sprint before latching around Trixy’s knees. The hug was enough to completely melt Béatrix’ heart. How could it not? Trixy looked up to see Camille greet her husband with an affectionate peck on the lips. It was then that it hit her: she wanted this.

Béatrix had never seen her vampirism as a curse like many others do. She was dying and the love of her life had saved her. Trixy was strong and would live forever, but... she could never have a child of her own. She grew up not only expecting to have a family, but wanting one. She had hoped for a family like the Delacroix’, not a just political marriage, but a loving one. And maybe, just maybe, she could have a shot a that? She might not be able to birth children, but gay couples were making great strides in being able to adopt, who’s to say the supernaturals couldn’t be next?

[i]“Auntie, can I see your fangs yet?”[/i] Emma’s high-pitched voice squeaked. Béatrix chuckled after breaking away from her own thoughts. “Not yet. Maybe when you’re older.” Trixy said, bringing forth an adorable little pout.