Vicious had been listening to the conversation with his eyes closed. So finally the one who had hired him showed his face and those who served him jumped at the sound of his voice.

The mercenary opened his eyes and locked them on the strange employer that reached out a hand to touch him. Perhaps it had been the sickness that had allowed Vicious to let the man come so close without realizing the danger. Either way it was too late to stop him from placing his fingers upon his chest and little did he realize the threat this posed to his existence.

He hissed lowly as the darkness kept at bay within him was unleashed from a greater source outside of himself. Inside, he struggled unwilling to give entirely into the beast that dwelled within him for as long as possible. The real reason, they called him Vicious had been locked away so soundly for so long that only Julia and Spike had ever been able to raise it like and this thing- this man did with one touch of his hand. The employer with a voice filled with a strong sense of superiority who smelled of that all too familiar scent sex removed his hand.

Vicious glared darkly at him savagely aware of the fact that he hated this man. He hated him with all that was his pride and respected him at the same time in his own fashion for returning him back to what he was, a beast.

"Get. Off. Me."

The words were hissed out barely more than a whisper followed by the sound of the katana slid an inch out of the sheath in warning.