A/N: So I've tried something a bit different. Various lyrics interspersed with story to tell the tale of Cato and Clove. It was too long to upload as a one shot so for the next 7 days I will upload 1 chapter a day. Hope you like it.

Who is this irresistible creature
Who has an insatiable lust for the dead?
Living dead girl

He watched with narrowed eyes and an amused smile as she pinned her opponent to the ground and quick as lightening had a little silver blade pressed to his neck. The guy was easily twice her size but her breathless laugh of victory and one escaped curl of hair were the only signs it had been any effort. Her victim let out a below of rage at his defeat and Cato couldn't help but laugh.

With delight he watched as the girl pressed down on the captive's wrist, pinned under her foot. There was a sickening crunch as his wrist broke and the others watching with him turned away, disgusted. He kept his eyes fixed to the scene, mesmerised by the sight. He hadn't seen a fight this good at the Training Centre in years, not since he had been fresh meant.

There was another furious bellow from the boy on the floor. Cato felt a tingle of pleasure up his spine as he detected the pain woven through his rage.

There was complete silence from everyone around them. They all seemed frozen in spot, equally drawn to the horror in front of them. His eyes stayed firmly on the battle before him but if he had looked up at their faces, he would have been disappointed. Their eyes held apprehension, disgust, concern. A few looked mildly thrilled but there was nothing to compare to his own ravenous craving for blood which he knew shone manically from his eyes. He watched with shivering anticipation as the slightest movement from her hand drew a bright line of scarlet beads across her victim's throat. Cato licked his lips with bloodlust and let out a shuddering breath of desire.

He wanted to watch her kill a thousand people with those dangerous little blades. He wanted to watch her makes art from their bodies and laugh as she did so. And he wanted to make his own art. His relentless hunger for pain drew him to her fragile looking wrists, her tiny throat. He wanted to know what it sounded like when she screamed and he wanted to hear the sounds of her bone snap.

The shout of a trainer interrupted the perfect moment and then she was leaping from the boy on the floor, standing back as they barged their way over, shouting and gesturing wildly at the blood dripping from the graze on the boy's throat. Her eyes scanned the room, an open challenge and warning to all watching. As her eyes darted in his direction he turned away, but not before he had met her gaze, bright with the exhilaration he knew only came from wielding pain and recognised his own vicious hunger for bloodshed in her sharp, black eyes.

Living Dead Girl- Rob Zombie