From Fire and Brimstone

" I'm sorry, I can't do this." I said pushing the paperwork back towards the man in front of me. His muscles flexed, once again drawing my attention to the beefy tattooed arms; I followed the roses, skulls, women, and insignias to the wide shoulders. "Why not, Poppet?" The man arched his brow at me. His slight russian accent gave away the foreign feeling to him, and I narrowed my eyes.

" I refuse to be a part of your world, as much as the money tempts me." I waved my hand. He returned my narrow gaze, and bared his fangs at me. A pretty blonde woman in a dress that clung to her small body placed a hand onto the man's shoulder, to which he pulled his fangs back and leveled his eyes at me. For a moment I was scared of him, until I remembered who I was and why he wanted me.