Vivian didn't flinch as he drew the knife to her throat, even though he could have easily sliced clean through, beheading her and ending her life. Actually the knife excited her, she loved the thrill of a fight. She leaned into the pressure of the knife, the blade peircing her skin slightly, blood dribbling down her throat and across her collar bone. She ignored the blood and grabbed his wrist roughly, her strength surprisingly great.

"You think I come here to use my good looks and allure to draw in drunkards to their demise?" She tittered, smiling. But her smile faded as he flashed her his teeth. She was now three steps backwards in less than a split second. How the hell did I not notice? She growled inside her head. She hated the fact that lycans are utterly humans until they transform. There are no different qualities except for the teeth and sometimes the eyes color. She mumbled something incoherant.

Vivian appeared behind him, grabbing a hand full of hair and pulling his head backwards so that he was looking up at her as she leaned down. "We can always take this outside." She smirked.

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