Early morning sunlight glinted off of the phone’s reflective screen. Béatrix stared down at the piece of technology as it it had offended her. Sending that message was foolish, she shouldn’t have done it; Yet there she sat, apprehensively waiting on his response like a schoolgirl that just admitted to liking her crush. The phone buzzed after a few moments passed, somehow managing to surprise the vampire.
The number on the screen was the same one that she had just sent the message to. Her still heart seemed to jump up into her throat. Maybe it wasn’t him, maybe she’d sent the message to some confused stranger because she didn’t remember the number correctly. Deep inside she knew that wasn’t the case, her memory was about as sharp and precise as it could get - which was both a blessing and a curse.
Trixy opened the message to see a lovely photo of the moon. Her nature led her to prefer the night, that was something the two unlikely soulmates did have in common. ”You are my moon, Trixy. No matter the distance, we are always together.” Her eyes widened after reading the caption, the romantic overtones and raw honesty were jarring. Trixy felt the familiar urge to bolt in the other direction, even if he was an ocean away. She looked away from the phone and let out a deep exhale, trying to remember her grandsire’s advice, and the comfort she found with the Delacroix last night. This was supposed to be a new beginning... no more running.
Smirking, Béatrix clicked the reply button. The cold woman wasn’t quite warmed up to the idea of gushy romance, but she could handle witty flirtatious banter. “Your moon? That best not be a pale joke.” she replied with a silly face emoji. Yes, the 630 year old vampiress is hip enough to use and enjoy emojis. After sending the response, Trixy set the phone down and stood up to face the peaceful morning.
In that moment, she felt so free. It made her want to feel alive again. Despite only wearing her flimsy nightie, the vampire climbed up onto the railing of her balcony. Her pedicured toes gripped the metal as she held out her arms crucifix-style and stared down the plummet to the forest below. The chilly morning wind tossed her hair about and swept the silk nightgown taught against her skin, revealing every bump and curve beneath it.
Her breath caught in her throat. She was almost there, almost alive. The winds grew stronger, yet her supernatural balance kept her anchored to the rails. But what if it didn’t? What if she let the wind take her? The idea was so irresistible that she did just that. When the next gust came, Trixy didn’t fight it, she simply let herself fall.
Exhilarating.
Euphoric.
There weren’t accurate enough words to describe the feeling. Falling made her feel human again, it awoke those primal urges to preserve her life. She wasn’t alive, of course, and she would land unscathed when this was all over, but in that moment she let the intoxicating feeling overtake her.
It was over all too soon. Béatrix landed on bent legs and her left hand with grace that would make cats themselves green with envy. Adrenaline was coursing her veins, awakening the predator within. Her blue eyes peered into the woods searching for the nearest heat signature. Upon seeing what looked like a large-sized deer a half a mile out, her muscles coiled underneath her porcelain skin and sprung her into action. Feeling very much alive and free, Trixy tore through the woods in search of her prey.
Anyone who knew her wouldn’t recognize the vampire wearing her skin. This wasn’t Madame Vengeance, nor Wolfsbane, this was a new Trixy. She all but giggled as she frolicked through the private wooded area in nothing but her silky sleepwear. So caught up in the chase, the normally vigilant vampire had her guard down. She didn’t sense the figure trailing her. She didn’t smell him. She didn’t register his thoughts, and she didn’t hear the sharp whistle of a projectile heading her way until it was too late.
Thppt!
The sound was punctuated by a sharp pain at the nape of her neck. Heat blossomed around the tip of needle as she stumbled gracelessly. Trixy clawed at what felt like fire on the back of her neck, managing to retrieve the dart that injected her. Confused, she stared down at it. Whatever was in the vial was now coursing in her bloodstream. Vervain? Holy water? Liquid silver? It didn’t really matter now… The edges of her vision started to get blurry. Her limbs grew cold and heavy, pulling her farther down. It felt like the earth was trying to swallow her in a mouth made of molasses. She was drowning, she couldn’t swim out this. Her eyelids fluttered until everything went black...
and then, there was nothing at all.
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