Closed starter for @confusionism: Vampire x Werewolf plot.
The stench of blood reached her nose before the usual musk of the stable could be smelled. Beatrix was more sensitive to the smell of blood, the metallic yet irresistible smell that reminded her of mulled wine, warm and rich. At leas that was what she recalled mulled wine tasting like. 300 years since humanity was consumed from within her and she had yet to find a way to enjoy food and drink the way she once did. Though she still insisted her servants cook her lavish meals that satisfied nothing beyond her desire for pageantry. The stablehand stood outside the stable, holding his hat and looking like a frightened child as she approached.
Beatrix simply walked past him, noting making a sound as her feet walked across dry grass. In the manor she had been informed that something had entered the stable the night before and slaughtered her favorite stallion, one that was the grandson of her previous favorite stallion. Two of her servants, including the groundskeeper, had been injured in the scuffle with the creature. A debt needed to be payed and Beatrix being the woman of the manor the job fell to her. Walking to the stall where her stallion was once kept, blood still pooled around the stall entrance, she stood at the threshold not caring if her shoes were soaked in red. A man lay in the hay, chained up like a dog.
“Anything to say for yourself? Do you even speak or simply growl, mutt?” Her tone was even, indifferent. Beatrix had yet to decide what to do. Killing him was obvious and boring. Everything in her life was already so boring.