julietxhawthorne:
Juliet was in the Black Knight Pub, as always. She was becoming a regular. She had nothing else better to do. When she walked into the Pub, she realized that it was more packed than normal. She let out a sigh and sat down at the bar, ordering a drink.
“Look at that one…”
Juliet could overhear a man talking and he knew that it was about her. She could feel it. Juliet’s fingers curled up and formed fists as she craned her neck to hear. Although, she didn’t really need to do so, since she was a vampire and could hear almost everything.
“Hey there, little lady…” A rough, husky voice said into her ear.
She noticed out of the corner of her eyes, a hand reaching down towards the inside of her leg. Juliet snapped her arm back and grabbed his hand in a quick motion, catching him off guard. “Don’t touch me.” She said, sternly.
“Oh… someone is feisty.” He chuckled.
He was a drunk and most likely didn’t mean any harm but Juliet wasn’t in the mood. She squeezed his wrist tightly and shoved him away from her with some extra strength. He stumbled backwards, hitting his back into a chair and falling over onto the floor. He stared at her, his jaw falling open in disbelief.
“You bitch!” A guy shouted and came up behind her, grabbing her by her arm and pulling her out of the seat. He shoved her backwards. “You don’t touch my brother like that and you sure as hell don’t shove him!”
Juliet rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the arm, twisting it behind him. “You are no match for me. If I were you, I’d just walk away and pretend nothing happened.” Juliet didn’t use her voice to sway him, just tried to convince him with her normal voice. She thought he might do as she said but then realized he wasn’t when a fist came up to hit her in the face. Juliet dodged it, loosening her grip on his arm while doing so. He unraveled from her and charged towards her, fists flying. Juliet dodged each hit with ease, moving swiftly to the side or ducking. It wasn’t even a challenge. After a few minutes she grew bored and simply shoved him into the nearest table. It cracked in half under his weight. Juliet couldn’t help but snicker. The guy stood back up to come at her but a woman grabbed him and pulled him away.
“Nah, I’m done. It wasn’t even a fight anyway.” Juliet muttered and began walking back towards the bar. She needed another drink. “I’m not going to let someone punch me if I can help it. It’ll mess up my perfect face.”
That wasn’t true. Juliet just didn’t want to have to explain her fast healing to anyone who didn’t know about Vampires. It just wasn’t a conversation she was in the mood to have.
An amused scoff found its way through her lips as an eyebrow quirked upwards at her words. Releasing her fingers from her grip, she released the guy, sending him on his way with a soft push. “Try something like that again and you’ll become the target for the next dart game,” she threatened towards him, handling him first. Her light hues glanced over the broken table that were now scattered across the ground. With a heavy sigh, she decided fixing it wasn’t worth the time and effort that would be involved into making it appear presentable and as it was before. Kicking everything to a corner, she made a mental note to clean it up later tonight after closing time. With a final look at the aftermath, she returned her attention over to the other party of the fight. “Ah, so you decided it was better to mess up my pretty table? I see where the worth lies,” she claims as she heads back to the bar, finding her usual position behind it. She nodded towards the tip jar, her lips pressed together tightly to indicate that she didn’t have the energy to play around. “For the table.”










