Sitting on the bar counter, Love waited for someone to hit on her as she sipped the last sip of her ordered Martini. Playing with her hair, she looked around the bar, now that it had been the longest of someone not offering her a drink. She noticed all the eyes on her as she turned around. Tilting her head while narrowing her eyes at her drink  thinking of what was wrong, she knew it would be the best if she leaves immediately . As she turned to her left to get of the chair, she was startled to see a man at a fingers distance from her eyes, looking deeply in her eyes.

"Axel, the name, and you are?" The guy in his thirty's said.

"Not interested," she said looking right into his eyes.

"A martini for the lady here," he said wining at her and then sitting on the seat right next to her leaning towards her on the bar counter.

As he hopped on the bar chair, he didn't remove his eyes from her even once. Knowing she couldn't read his mind if he was looking at her, Love tried to look away to find his distraction. As her Martini arrived, she picked it up from the counter such that she dropped it all on his brown and black check shirt and blue jeans.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she said in a flirty tone.

"Ahh, I'm all wet, can you pass the tissues," he asked looking at his shirt.

This is what she wanted, a peek in is head, and now while he looked down on himself *pun intended, she concentrated into his head, handing him the tissues with her left hand. He wasn't a human, he was a werewolf. Lusty, little son of a bitch had the audacity to trap girls in his own bar, where his army of werewolves glorify all the sins. All she could see in his mind was lust, for blood, and power. And she knew who her target for the night was. Killing the Alpha, which she suspected was the martini drenched bastard in front of her, meant peace for the wolves under him, his effect on him would go off probably.

"I need to get changed," he said still looking at himself.

"I can help," Love offered.

"I'd love that," he said winking at her.

Placing his hand on the small of her back, he made way to his office ascending the old wooden stairs. Opening the door for her, he waited for her. As she stepped in, he closed the door behind him, bolting it.

"So what is your name?" He asked.

"What's in a name?" She said.

"That's true," He said smirking at her, coming near her, pacing is hand on her arm, and holding her waist in his solid werewolf arm.

"Easy there, Tiger" she said trying to step back. 

He raised his hand in the air smiling at her, with her gun in his hand.

"Impressive," he said looking at the silver knife that he managed to scrape off her.

"Is it now?" She said taking out the gun from the high of her high shoes.

The two of them moved around a circle looking at each other in the eye.

"A bullet can't kill me," he said.

"Oh, it can't?" She said looking at the gun disappointedly, "But silver ones can," she said looking at him, loading the gun at him.

"A human wants to kill me, in my kingdom, astounding!" He commented.

"Kingdom? Seriously? This bar?" She added sarcastically looking at the worn off wooden ceiling.

"Why do you wish to kill me?" He asked in his glory.

"Look at you, all lusty, hungry for power and blood shed, why not kill you buddy?" She asked scrunching her nose at the last word. 

"Just out of curiosity, you are?" He asked still moving in a circle as Love followed his lead, neither of the two giving up.

"Curiosity killed the cat, Love" she said.

As the said that, someone on the bolted door behind her knocked. Turning around, she realized the biggest mistake she had made, getting distracted. Hitting her hand with his foot, kicking the gun out it, such that it flew and fell on the couch behind them, he attacked Love, pushing her on the wooden door. Having an upper hand on strength that Love, he over shadowed her five nine body by his six two. Pressing is body on her, capturing her hands in his, he looked at her, smiling wickedly at her foolishness.

"Someone wanted to kill me, turned the tables on you, eh?" Axel asked breathing heavily on her controlling his wolf from taking over.

"Faking an accent, classy much Axel?" Love taunted, not taking eyes off his.

Sneering at her, he softened his face after eyeing her face completely one.

"Can you stop that. I can read you dirty thoughts, you filthy bastard." she said not able to over power him.

"Oh yah, we shouldn't do that, right? Or should we now?" He asked releasing her left hand to cares her cheek. This was his biggest mistake, and that is what she wanted. Him, to commit one mistake.

While he touched her cheek with his right, he didn't even take his eyes off her once. Placing her hand down by her left side, Love took out the silver wire under her bra, making sure he doesn't notice it.

Axel knew she was weapon less now, so this girl was harmless to a werewolf of his stature. He hadn't seen eyes as beautiful as hers before. Looking deep into it something caught his eye.

Looking n them, he could see something beyond her pupil, something more than anything. He could see his death, his blood, in his office, on his desk. Terrified by it he tried snapping out of it, and shook his head violently, standing right in front of her.

"Good bye, fella" Love said in disgust as she stabbed him with the curved silver bra wire, hitting right on his heart. 

The wire didn't kill him, but bought Love time, to fetch the gun. She was right, but quite right. As Axel screamed in pain, he released Love from his grip, and bent to the ground to remove the wire from his body. As he was busy, Love rushed towards the desk, but before she could get her hands on the gun, she was pushed back from the desk, by Axel who had now removed the wire. They pain was still evident on his face, but his strength was still there. Throwing her on the floor, he climbed on top of her, to tear her into pieces, but before he could do that he met with a knife stabbed right into his heart. Shocked, feeling the pain, and the burning sensation, he looked at the stab as he lay on top on Love and then looked at Love before laying all the weight on her.

Taking a sigh of relief as the werewolf died, she looked at the ceiling, breathing heavily from the vigorous activity. Pushing the body off her, to the ground, she collected her gun from the desk.

"Duck neck," she said looking at the body. Since the floor were wooden so to avoid the sweeping of blood smell through it, she lifted the body and placed it on the hard desk. Once all was done, she spilled the bottle of whiskey in the room to camouflage the smell of blood, to buy her time to get out of the bar filled of werewolves. Keeping her ear on the door, she unbolted it making it sure no one on the other side of it. Descending the stairs after fixing her leather jacket on top of her white skin fit cotton white V-neck top, she placed her gun in the top of her jeans at the back, and the knifes in the internal pocket of her jacket. Looking at the bar, she was surprised to see it empty. She had taken down werewolves before but none of this ended this smooth. Approaching the bar, she made herself a glass of scotch and drank it in one go to calm her nerves.

"Job's done?"

Listening to a voice in an empty bar, startled her, making her spill her drink from her mouth.

"Gosh, Kayla" she said looking at her and then back at her drink as she relaxed on the chair.

"You should have been long gone now?" she said.

"I wanted a drink."

"Love" she said.

"Fine," she said placing the glass back on the counter and hopping down the bar chair.

"What did you do by the way?" Love asked.

"Memories, I erased them" she said raising her eyebrow.

"Classic Kayla," she said. Kayla turned to her looking at her, waiting for her to leave. "Yah right, I forgot, I'm leaving" she said.

"Don't expect me to save your sweet little ass next time," Kayla said turning to see her walk out of the door, as she raised her right arm in the air, meaning she heard her.

"We will see about that," Love said before taking the final step out of the bar.