Beatrix had always been told that the two personalities within her, the remnants of herself and the Bloody Woman, had already molded into one. It wasn't like what had happened with Raze, where the Bloody Woman's presence had been a voice lingering in his mind, haunting him like a shadow.
For Beatrix, it was different.
In the end, it was her personality that had taken dominance. She was the one at the forefront, her own will intact. To her, it didn't feel like anything had changed, her thoughts were the same, her emotions the same. Even her morals remained untouched.
But there was still fear.
She could access the Bloody Woman's power now, the blood-soaked energy that slept deep within her veins. Yet every time she called upon it, she feared what it might cost. The more she used that strength, the more she worried she would lose pieces of herself.
