Never mess with me..(Open, PG 15)

Kaos was sitting quietly at one of the tables in the corner, claymore propped up against the wall behind him, drink in hand as he watche these events play out. A small smile formed in the corner of his lips and he heard the man scream out in pain. The only thing he enjoyed more than seeing people suffer, was making them suffer. The smile faded from his lips as the girl slit the mans throat, a little bit of blood spattered onto his boot. With a sigh he wiped off with his sleeve. when he looked up again, the girl had just thrown a knife into one of the boys heads. Seeing the prideful look on her face he decided to pipe up. "You are a sadistic little child, you know that?" his said as he took a swig of his drink. His voice was more like a growl than anything, but it seemed to suit the man perfectly. What other voice would you expect to come out of a seven foot beast of a man?

Dahlia could hear a voice that made her think of a bear but shrugged it away, staring at who dared to speak up. ''You say that as if it's a bad thing.'' She muttered, staring at the claymore beside him before grabbing a beer from the bar and placing it on the man's table. He was a big man, most likely acted like it as well but not like it mattered in a place like this. ''What's with the big sword?'' She finally asked after staring at him for a few moments as she was trying to read him.

Kaos picked up the beer and took a sip of it. Saying nothing as the girl studdied him he merely looked back at her as if to say What do you want? As she asked about his sword he turned to look at it for a brief second and then turned back at her and spoke in that growl of his. "Its a claymore..." he said calmly "...its an all purpous weapon. Just as good at crushing, as it is at cleaving." as he said this a sick grip twisted onto his lips, as if he was remembering such a time. taking another sip of his beer he finaly asked "Whats with you working in a place like this? you dont look over... what, 14?"

Dahlia narrowed her eyes slightly at his look but then leaned on some person on a different table. ''I know what it is... I may be young but i am not stupid.'' She had a czech accent and usually came out when she was annoyed or angered. ''It's a beauty, i must admit.'' She mused before glancing back at the large man. ''It's the family business. I may be young but heck, i'm pretty sure these sons of bitches don't even know how to work a bar.'' She growled angrily, showing that inside her little body she was an bomb ready to explode.

Laughing at the last remark, Kaos finaly said "Dont know how to work a bar?" He laughed again and leant back in his chair. "Its not some kind of art form! Its serving drinks, not open heart surgery!" Pulling himself together, he sat back up in his chair and took another sip of his beer. "And yes, you do look young. far to young to have creeps like that drooling all over you you." He said as he mindicated towards the boy with the knife in his head. Sighing he took another sip of his drink he asked "Just out of interest, what made first discover that joy of agony? and at such a young age at that?"

Dahlia growled darkly, narrowing her eyes some more but ignored his comment. Grabbing herself a beer, she sipped it and climbed up onto a counter to stare at Kaos. ''Most men can be deceived into thinking one is older. Most of the guys here think i'm around 18.'' She explained, holding the drink tightly. ''That's a tough question. I was born and raised in the Czech Republic. You discover that feeling quite young so i think around five. I was being thrown around and i jabbed a stick into some boy's thigh. After that...I fell in love with violence.'' She admitted, not minding opening up to some man in her family's pub.

"You fell in love with violence..." Kaos repeated quietly. "Well I suppose that's one way of looking at it." Finishing off his beer he stood up and stretched, at his full hight of 7 foot 6 inches his head nearly brushed the ceiling. "Maybe another way would be that he got what was coming to him, and you enjoyed seeing it" Taking hold of his sword he dragged it behind him as he prepared to leave. "There is no one truth to violence, people enjoy the pain of others. That's is just a simple fact, thank you for the drinks." He had to stoop to get through the door. As he began to walk away three men walked straight past him. They sat at the table he was at and one of them whistled at Dhalia. "Hey beautiful, get us a round would ya darlin'?" Kaos paused for a moment, he looked back at the men that barged past him. After a while he looked back at Dhalia, interested to see how she would deal with them.

Michael walked down to the Crypt, he had some bussiness to attend. And he wanted to check up on his little sister. Standing in the doorway and seeing one dead body alredy, he raised an eyebrow. And even more as he heard the man speak to Dahlia. "Careful who do you talk to," Michael spoke, at the man who was trying to flirt with her, his czech accent more than clear. "What, will you kill me? Are you her boyfriend or something?" the man teased and put his legs on the table. Michael chuckled. "No, not really. Just her brother. And I don't need to kill you. She pretty much knows how to do it on her own. I jut like to watch," Michael added, waiting for his sisters actions.

Dahlia nodded slowly before tilting her head. ''I suppose you're right, stranger.'' She said. It was true, she loved causing people pain and she knew no matter what life threw at her, she'd always have time to do just that. Seeing him walk away, she waved quickly and started to clean up the table before hearing some people sit down and whistle at her. Letting him speak, she narrowed her eyes for a short moment as she got momentarily interrupted by her oldest brother. ''Thank you brother love.'' Her voice was so calming and gentle, it shocked the man and only made him laugh as he doubted Dahlia's abilities to kill scum.

This only annoyed Dahlia further and she put a hand on her hip, grabbing a cleaver from behind the bar. ''You see boys...I don't take so kindly to orders especially from worthless scum that believe they should enter my family's bar. Could you answer my question?'' She kindly asked. ''Just ask the dumb question, bitch.'' The man chuckled, fist bumping one of his friends. ''Which hand do you write with?'' Dahlia finally asked after a moment of trying not to stab the guy in the head. He was confused, irritated and just wanted a drink so he answered. ''My right.'' Dahlia smiled cruelly and lifted the cleaver, slamming it down on his right hand causing it to come off completely. The pathetic man cried out in pain and his friends gasped, standing up instantly trying to swing a punch at Dahlia but she did a back flip to get away. Landing on a table, she crouched down and kicked off of it only to stand on the handless man's shoulder and do a spinning kick towards one of the other's head. He fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes and the other man ran off, scared for his life. ''You can't just leave before the entertainment ends!'' Dahlia called out and threw the cleaver, hearing the familiar thud of the knife sinking into the back of the man's head. ''HEADSHOT!'' Dahlia said laughing as she jumped down from the table she had landed on.

Kaos simply stood and watched as The girl dispatched three grown men at once. simply side stepping out of the running mans way as he went past. As the cleaver sunk into the back of the mans head blod spattered on Kaos' Jacket and face. looking down at his jacket he sighed and wiped the blood off of his face as he turned back to the door of the establishment and sunk the tip of his sword into the ground. He began clapping slowly "Well done, thats the second time in the space of an hour that you have managed to get blood on me." Pulling his sword out of the ground with a loud thunk, he walked back into the establishment. Stooping again to get throught the door. "I just remembered, i never asked your name."

Dahlia's head shot up at the sound of clapping as she got mesmerized by the blood, flowing from one of the men's head. His comment made her laugh and she simply stared at him, smirking with amusement. ''Next time, don't be in the blood splat range.'' Winking as she teased the older man and scrubbed the blood from her hands whilst he almost left. ''Dahlia...Like the flower.'' She said, not saying her last name. Too many people there could be listening despite what she did to the men. ''And i didn't ask yours?'' She mused, raising her eyebrow. She had to admit..Kaos gave her the most interesting conversation she has ever had working at the pub.

"Dhalia huh?" Kaos folded his arms, "Names Kaos. By name and by nature." He replied with a small grin. Dhalia interested him, she was the first person he had met that hadnt either bored him half to death or tried to kil him. Looking over to who he assumed was her brother, he added "What about you, pal? Whats your name?" He had a feeling he would like this man, if he was anything like his sister, then they would be sure to get along swimingly.

Michael scanned the man with his eyes full od strange amusement as usual. "Michael. Like the archangel," he says it more like a joke. Dry, sarcastic humor, knowing specialy his sister will laugh at that. "And also owner of this place," he added. Crypt belonged to the Gamp family just like whole Tavern for decades, maybe centuries. But while the family kept low profile, the place was famous, specialy amongst mercenaries from all over the world. Whatever you wanted, you could get here. Or at least information leading you to it.

"Like the archangel huh?" Said Kaos laughing lightly. This was a pleasent change to his usual meetings. It was nice to meet someone he didnt instantly want to murder. "Your the owner of this place huh?" Said Kaos with a smirk, he leaned his claymore up against the wall and sat back in his chair leaning back into it. "Get this customer a drink then would you? I've become thirsy all of a sudden."

Rider walked into the family's pub and stood still in the door. He looked around and instantly knew what had happened. He laughed and stepped in, he walked up to his younger sister, holding up his hand to get a high five. "You need to stop, it is not fair, you're younger than me but you definitely win from me with this killing spree." He grinned at Dahlia. Rider waved at his older brother and he started to grab some bucket with cleaning water and started to work behind the bar. He loved working in the bar, the old stories of the mercenaries was interesting to hear and with some unexpected kill as entertainment. Rider looked at the man he didn't recognize at all but focused on the cleaning again.

Dahlia smirked at her twin brother, high fiving him before glaring at him with cold eyes. ''You're older than me by like two minutes, you little shit!'' She growled and then glanced back at Kaos. Rolling her eyes, she climbed over the bar and grabbed a large beer glass, filling it near the brim before climbing back over, all without spilling a drop. ''Here you go, Kaos.'' Dahlia said, dropping it onto his table, watching her twin clean up. ''Anything else i can get ya, Kaos?'' She asked, leaning against the bar, rubbing her hands on the end of Rider's shirt from the beer with a cheesy grin.

Rider grinned but as Dahlia cleaned her hands all over the end of his shirt, he glared at her. Throwing the wash cloth to her in the process. "Luckily this is an old shirt. By the way, that are still two minutes!" Rider turned to the man who Dahlia called Kaos. "What do you want with my sister?" His protective side perks up and he watched the man closely. He didn't like it that Dahlia was here in the pub alone but at the other hand he knew she could handle a pub full of hungry boys. He was still very protective over her.

Kaos raised his eyebrow at the boy that addressed him "A drink, if thats alright with you?" He replied with a smirk. His voice was raised, yet calm. As the beer glass touched his table, he continued, "And now that i have that..." He paused for a moment while he took a large swig of his beer. He turned back to Dhalia."... does this place serve food?" He turned back to the boy that addressed him earlier and asked "Whats your name anyway, kid?"

Rider kept looking at the man. "You better not look for more." He growled and went back to cleaning the bar. He was pouring himself a drink when the man turned to him again and asked for his name. Rider frowned at first and then answered the question. "Rider, Rider Gamp." Rider told the man. He walked from behind the bar and looked at the bodies on the floor. "Shall we burn them or can i have them for my wolves?" Rider asked his sister.

Dahlia smiled towards Kaos and nodded at his question. ''Yeah we do. One moment.'' She said before whistling quite loudly, causing an elf to appear. ''Get him the food he asks for. Got it!?'' She said to the house elf, usually being kind but in front of costumers in this place, being kind would be a bad idea. Being kind is weak. ''Rider is my twin...But i'm just the better looking one.'' She teased, ruffling Rider's hair. Her eyes fell onto the bodies and she sighed with almost disdain. ''You mean our wolves but yes. Mahlek needs to be feed along with the others. Take them to the wolves.'' Dahlia told Rider, waving her hand just as her dire wolf, Mahlek wandered in. ''Mahlek will help you..'' She said, stroking her dear companion's forehead before he nudged Rider's hand.

Rider rolled his eyes at his twin when she ruffled his hair. He looked from her to the man and then shrugged. "Better looking?" Rider laughed hard at his twinsister. "You're so funny." Rider smirked. Dahlia's wolf Mahlek came in and Rider summoned the black bags to put the people in.

He gave Mahlek a pat on his head and started working on wrapping the bodies. Mahlek was standing, hovering over one of the bodies. Rider looked at the wolf and chuckled. "Sure buddy, you can have that one."

"The better looking one huh?" Kaos chuckled lightly to himself as he heard this comment, ignoring the threat from rider. looking over to the the terrorfied elf he his smile faded slightly, "Ill have a plate of chicken wings, with lots of barbaque sauce." as the elf materialised his meal onto his table he looked over to the wolves enjoying theirs. "Looks like just about everyone is getting fed." he said with a grin as he picked up one of his wings, tearing at the flesh with his teeth.