Beck had to smile at that. "I like to think that most aren't-"

He was cut off mid-sentence by a sudden, white hot pain traveling down his neck. Beck gasped and dropped the girl back to the floor, scurrying away to his own little part of the floor. Beck gritted his teeth as he raised a hand up to where it hurt the most, right around his neck...and when he drew his hand back, it was covered in blood.

"I guess that checks you out." Beck tried to snap as best as he could, his hand pressed hard against the gash. Moving hurt. Talking hurt...he struggled to pull out his knife with a shaking hand, backing away from the girl. Person? "No wonder why nobody was around to help you."