The Streets

'So, where are we headed?'

'Johnny Yakavetta's place. Fucker's got a dinner party tonight. He's one of the assholes who raped me and Emily when we were held captive. Time to exact my revenge on him.'

'Sounds like a plan.'

Rebecca sniffed the air. She could smell the blood of the people below, the innocent humans she and Connor dare not touched. She floated over to the next rooftop, searching for Johnny Yakavetta's mansion.

'Ye look really beautiful righ' now,' purred Connor, 'ye look good in a peacoat.'

'Focus, Connor,' said Rebecca, sniffing the air some more, 'this is some serious shit and we cannot fuck this up.'

'Aww, don't be such a grumpy fangs,' teased Connor, wrapping his arm around Rebecca's shoulders, 'I know yer a vampire an' all but ye don' have ta be such a grump abou' it.'

Rebecca scoffed. She took Connor's arm off her shoulders, walking farther ahead of him.

'Ye sound like a fuckin' dog when ye sniff like that,' said Connor, 'tha fuck are ye sniffin' fer, anyways?'

'Vampires have a keen sense of smell, Connor,' said Rebecca, 'I smell lots of pure, un-sinned blood. I would be able to smell Johnny. Fucker's blood would smell like drugs, rape, and murder.'

'Someone's educated,' sniggered Connor.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. She jumped to the next roof. She sniffed again. She growled.

'I smell sinner's blood…' she hissed, 'we're not far now…'

Connor looked over at a pipe on the roof. He smirked.

'Hey, babe!' he called.

Rebecca looked over at Connor. He wrapped his legs around the pipe, hanging upside down.

'Check it out!' he said, waving his arms, 'I'm upside down!'

'Connor!' said Rebecca, 'can you please be serious for five minutes?!'

'Nope,' said Connor, 'that, my dear, is impossible. Not something I am capable of.'

Rebecca smacked herself in the forehead with her hand. She shook her head.

'Oy vey…' she mumbled, 'I married a five-year-old…'

Connor laughed as he continued to swing on the pipe. Then, his legs slid and he came crashing onto the roof.

'OOF!' he grunted.

Rebecca laughed at her husband. Connor growled, getting to his feet.

'Smooth move, Batman,' giggled Rebecca.

Connor stuck his tongue out at Rebecca. Rebecca cleared her throat, regaining composure.

'Let's go,' she said, 'we're not too far off now.'

Connor shook his head, following his wife. He caught up to her, taking her hand in his as they continued to float from roof to roof in search of dinner. Then, Rebecca stopped.

'Rebecca, what are ye…' began Connor, but Rebecca cut him off.

'Shh!' she hissed, 'look!'

Connor looked down. He grinned.

'Ahh…' he said, 'I guess we're here…'

Rebecca looked through the glass roof. Her eyes burned with hunger as she looked from one goon to the next. All of them smelled of rape, drugs, and murder. Three sins that Johnny Yakavetta and his goons have committed the most. Rebecca's mouth began to water as she stared at them, ready to pounce.

'So, what's our plan?' asked Connor.

'First, we take out the goons,' said Rebecca, 'but in order to do that, we need to lock up Johnny. So, what I'm gonna do is I'm gonna lurk in the shadows and lure him into a room and lock him in there. Once that's done, you swoop in and we start taking out the goons.'

'That's evil,' said Connor, 'pure fuckin' evil.'

'But it's effective,' said Rebecca, 'he's not gonna know what hit him.'

Connor grinned at his wife. He loved seeing this devious side of her.

Rebecca closed her eyes and turned on her ghost-mode. She looked at Connor.

'I'll see you in a bit,' she said, slipping into the shadows.

'Yo, Johnny!' said David.

'What, David?' said Johnny.

'I wonder what those Ouellet Sluts are up to nowadays,' said David, 'that picture just reminded me of them.'

Johnny looked at the painting of Rebecca and Emily that hung over his mantel. Giovanni had painted it for him. He scoffed.

'I honestly don't care what they're up to,' he said, throwing his drink onto the painting, 'they murdered my uncles. They're probably working the corner sucking homeless guys' dicks.'

'I wouldn't talk if I were you.'

'What the fuck was that?!' said Johnny.

Rebecca laughed.

'What's the matter, Johnny?' she teased, 'you look like you've seen a ghost.'

'WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!' growled Johnny.

'Down here, Big Boy,' said Rebecca from the stairway, 'come and get me. That is, if you can find me.'

Johnny growled angrily. He ran up the stairs, following Rebecca's voice.

'I-I-I ain't afraid of no ghost…' he whispered.

'The pee stain in your pants tell me otherwise, Johnny,' taunted Rebecca.

Johnny growled.

'I spilled my coffee,' he said defensively.

Rebecca cackled madly. Johnny's knees wobbled. He clutched onto the banister for dear life.

'I can smell you,' she said sinisterly, 'you're a terrible liar, Yakavetta.'

'Fuck y-y-y-y-you, you w-w-w-w-whore!' stammered Johnny.

Rebecca snorted.

'You'd like that, wouldn't you, you sick fuck?' she hissed.

Johnny looked at his goons in desperation.

'Guys…' he shivered, 'help…!'

'No way, dude,' said David, 'you're on your own.'

'Yeah, man,' said James, 'you're on your own.'

The other goons all murmured in agreement. Johnny growled.

'What the fuck, you guys?!' he hissed at them.

Rebecca flickered the lights sinisterly. Johnny bit his lip, fighting back tears.

'WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!' he roared, 'WHAT DO YOU WANT?!'

'Follow me and I'll tell you,' said Rebecca.

Johnny cringed. What did the voice want from him? Why was it here? Why him?

'I don't trust you…' he whispered, tears streaming down his face, 'I don't trust you…'

'Aww…' said Rebecca, 'what's the matter? Is the big, bad Yakavetta scared?'

'NO!' roared Johnny.

'Then follow me,' said Rebecca, 'don't be shy.'

Johnny sobbed harder now. He collapsed to his knees, shaking like a leaf.

'WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO TO ME?!' he called, 'WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?!'

Rebecca laughed.

'You'll see,' she said, 'oh, you'll see.'

Rebecca laughed again. A cold, sinister laugh. Johnny's stomach churned.

Johnny gulped. Slowly, he got back to his feet and followed Rebecca's voice. His blood turned to ice, his heart beating erratically. Rebecca lead him to his bedroom. She opened the door.

'Yoo-hoo!' she called, 'in here!'

Johnny's legs grew weaker. He stared into the dark room, sweat beading on his forehead. Rebecca grinned, standing behind him.

'GOTCHA!'

Johnny gasped. Before he could turn around, Rebecca shoved him into the room, closing and locking the door. She cackled madly as Johnny jiggled the knob, trying to free himself.

'FUCK!' cried Johnny, 'NO! LET ME OUT!'

Rebecca laughed menacingly. She slid down the railing, calling out into the night.

'Con-Con!' she called, 'come out! Come out! Wherever you are!'

All the goons froze as Connor broke through the glass ceiling, landing on his feet. The goons looked at him, their faces full of shock and fear. Connor looked from one goon to the next, a grin breaking across his face. He licked his lips.

'Lunch time.'

Johnny jiggled the knob over and over again. He could hear the cries of his goons as Connor and Rebecca drained them of their blood, one by one. Johnny jiggled the knob so much, it broke.

'FUCK!' he cried, 'FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!'

Jhonni lunged at Connor, knife in hand. Connor grabbed him, snapping his neck and sinking his fangs deep in his flesh, drinking deeply. Rebecca finished off Randy, shoving him to the floor.

'Mmm…' she said, licking his blood from her fangs, 'tasty…'

Connor growled. There was one goon in particular that he wanted, and that was David.

'DAVID!' he roared, 'WHERE ARE YE, YA BASTARD?!'

David snuck up behind Connor. He raised his arm, ready to hit Connor over the head with a bat, but Connor smelled him. He turned around, glaring right at David.

'Found ye.'

David screamed as Connor tore him limb from limb. Connor reached into his chest, pulling his heart out. He shoved David to the floor, devouring his heart. Rebecca shoved James down next to Randy. She looked at her mate, her face a mix of shock and amazement.

'Holy shit, babe…' she breathed.

'What?' said Connor, 'impressed?'

'If we weren't in the middle of a feeding…' said Rebecca, snapping Peter's neck, 'I'd totally suck your dick.'

'Tha' can be arranged,' smirked Connor, waggling his eyebrows.

Rebecca laughed. She sunk her fangs deep into Peter's neck. Her eyes glowed as she drank his blood, her heart bursting with fire and pleasure.

Steve, the last goon, tried to escape out of the front door. Connor apparated before him, breaking his neck and feasting on his organs before drinking his blood. Rebecca beamed.

'That was the last goon,' she said, 'time to go get Johnny.'

'He's gonna die a slow death,' said Connor, 'a very slow death.'

Rebecca grinned. Connor extended his hand to Rebecca. He smiled.

'Come on, babe,' he said, licking his lips, 'let's have dessert.'

Johnny paced back and forth in his bedroom. He knew his goons were dead, and he was next.

'Fuck…' he said, pacing harder, 'fuck…fuck…fuck…'

'Hiya, jackass.'

Johnny turned around. He gasped in horror. Connor grinned.

'Who are you?!' gasped Johnny, backing away as Connor approached him, 'WHO ARE YOU?!'

Connor laughed.

'Yer unholy nightmare.'

'Shit…'

Connor roared ferociously. He shoved Johnny through the wall, sending him crashing to the floor. Johnny groaned in pain.

'Rebecca…' said Connor in a sing-song voice, 'yer turn…'

'Rebecca?' whispered Johnny, 'no…'

Suddenly, he heard a laugh. A magical, child-like laugh. Johnny slowly got to his feet, looking around. The voice he heard before he was shoved into his bedroom spoke.

'Hello, Johnny. Remember me?'

Johnny turned around. Rebecca smirked at him, her red eyes dancing deviously.

'You're that slut,' growled Johnny, 'oh, no…'

Rebecca roared. She pinned Johnny against the wall, her eyes tearing into his soul.

'That slut,' she repeated, 'that slut that you beat and raped for a month because of your asshole of an uncle. Well, you know what? That slut is about to make a fucking meal out of you.'

Johnny squirmed, but he was powerless against the mighty She-Vampire. Connor watched with interest.

'I remember how you always favoured me over my sister,' hissed Rebecca, holding Johnny by the throat, 'you always preferred me because I was tighter and because I screamed louder than Emily did. You were the one who would always punch me in the vagina after you raped me, and you laughed at my pain. To this day, I still hear your laugh in my head. It haunts me.'

Johnny whimpered as Rebecca traced a circle over his heart with her nails. He knew that she and her mate had killed his goons and saved him for last. He knew he was going to die at the hands of the angered female.

'I can hear your cold, black heart beating in my head,' said Rebecca, still tracing the circle, 'it's too late to turn back now, Johnny. Say hello to your uncles for me.'

Johnny screamed as Rebecca dug her hand into his chest. She tore his heart out, holding it in her hand. She let go of him, his body dropping to the floor. Connor laughed as Rebecca feasted on Johnny's heart.

'Oh, Rebecca…' he said, shaking his head, 'didn't Lisa teach ye not ta play wit' er food?'

Rebecca swallowed the last bite of Johnny's heart. She let out a loud belch, licking the blood off her fangs. Suddenly, she heard a voice.

'So, this is the famous Rebecca Ouellet.'

Rebecca turned around. Killer was standing in the hole of the wall where Connor had thrown Johnny. He smirked deviously at Rebecca, his cold eyes dancing. Rebecca growled ferociously.

'What do you want?' she hissed.

Killer smirked.

'Nice try in scaring me,' he said coolly, 'your performance was iffy. You just need to stop playing with your food.'

Rebecca growled again, baring her fangs at Killer. Killer laughed.

'The word fear is nowhere in my dictionary, Rebecca,' he said.

'Oh, yeah?' said Rebecca, cracking her knuckles, 'you ain't seen nothing yet, you son of a bitch.'

Rebecca lunged at Killer, but Connor jumped in front of her, grabbing her.

'NO!'

Rebecca struggled against her mate's hold, but it was no use. Killer laughed deviously.

'Feisty one, aren't you?' he teased.

'I'll tear your fucking head off,' growled Rebecca.

Killer grinned.

'How can you tear a demon's head off?' he asked gently.

'If Connor lets me go, I'll fucking show you,' hissed Rebecca angrily.

Killer smirked.

'I can see your every move before you make it,' he said, 'no dice.'

Rebecca roared ferociously. Connor held her tighter, keeping her close to him.

'Settle down, love…' he said softly, 'I don' want ye ta get hurt.'

'I'd listen to him,' said Killer.

'Why should I?' said Rebecca.

Killer chuckled. His eyes locked onto Connor.

'Ask him,' he said.

'I don' want ye ta get hurt, sweetheart,' said Connor, 'remember tha' promise I made ta God after I rescued ye?'

Rebecca nodded.

'You promised Him that you'd protect me,' she said.

'I'm protectin' ye from him,' said Connor, turning his head and looking at Killer, 'he's full o' sorcery an' voo-doo magic, sweetheart.'

Rebecca glared at Killer, her eyes locked onto his. She growled.

'I've seen worse, Connor,' she said, 'I can take him.'

'But, Becca-Boo…' pouted Connor.

Rebecca groaned.

'Connor, don't start…' she said.

Connor sighed.

'If ye want ta break me promise,' he said, letting go of Rebecca, 'then go ahead.'

'A promise…' said Killer, 'TO GOD?!'

Killer scoffed. Rebecca glared.

'God is imaginary,' said Killer.

Rebecca snarled.

'I'M WARNING YOU!' she hissed.

'God is a ghost story told by humans for the past generation!' said Killer, 'the Bible was written by man!'

'SHUT UP!' roared Rebecca, advancing towards Killer, 'I'LL KILL YOU!'

'If you hurt me consider Connor's promise to 'God' ruined!' said Killer, 'do you honestly think it's worth the sacrifice?!'

Rebecca roared loudly. The sound bounced off the walls, echoing throughout the hallway. Rebecca was on a war-path, and she was willing to risk her life for her one true love.

'Tempt the Devil,' teased Killer.

Rebecca crouched, ready to spring at Killer. Connor jumped in front of her again, stopping her.

'BECCA-BEAR, NO!'

'STAY OUT OF THIS!' roared Rebecca.

'BECCA!' growled Connor, 'NO!'

'I SAID STAY OUT OF THIS!' growled Rebecca.

A loud rumble of thunder shook the mansion. Connor looked at his beloved, his eyes full of sorrow.

'Baby, look at me…' he whispered, choking up slightly, 'look at me.'

Rebecca sighed. She looked deep into Connor's black eyes.

'What?' she said.

Connor looked at Rebecca. She could tell that he was hurt, and it was because of her willing to sacrifice herself for him.

'Don't do this, Becca-Boo…' whispered Connor, 'please…'

'You think I'm gonna let him get away with this?' said Rebecca, 'do you?'

'Do ye want him ta hurt ye?' asked Connor, 'do ye want ta break my promise?'

'Connor, don't…' whispered Rebecca, 'please…'

'If ye attack him, he wins,' said Connor, 'my promise will be broken.'

'Connor, stop,' said Rebecca, 'stop.'

'Do ye wan' my promise ta be worthless?' said Connor, letting go of Rebecca, 'if ye truly feel tha' way, attack him.'

Rebecca sighed. She advanced towards Killer, her knees wobbling.

'Come on, fucker,' she said, 'let's dance.'

Killer smirked.

'I sense weakness in your legs,' he said coldly, 'admit it, you can't bring yourself to break your promise to him.'

Rebecca snorted.

'Fuck him,' she said, 'if he really wanted to stop me, we'd be at home right now.'

Connor sobbed as he watched his mate advance towards Killer. He shook his head.

'Fine.'

Connor disappeared into the night. Rebecca gasped. No. NO.

'Looks like you've got a lot of explaining to do,' said Killer, pointing to the sky.

Rebecca slowly walked down the stairs, still advancing towards Killer. She fought back tears as she stalked her prey, her eyes full of fire and rage.

'Come on, Killer,' she said, 'don't be a chicken.'

Killer laughed.

'You really don't have a soul, do you?' he teased.

Rebecca hissed. Her knees began to wobble more as she backed Killer into a corner of the dining room.

'You did this to my husband,' she said, 'you will pay for what you have done to him.'

'IT WAS YOU WHO WANTED TO BE TURNED BY HIM!' roared Killer, 'NOT ONLY DID YOU BREAK A PROMISE, YOU DAMN-NEAR BROKE HIS BARELY-BEATING HEART! FOR WHAT COST?!'

'He's gone,' said Rebecca, 'he left.'

'BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO DAMN STUBBORN TO LISTEN TO HIS PLEA!' hissed Killer, 'HE PLEAD FOR YOU NOT TO DO THIS! BUT DID YOU LISTEN TO HIM?! NO! YOU LET YOUR STUBBORNESS CLOUD YOUR EGO!'

Rebecca struggled to stay on her feet as her knees buckled under her. She glared at Killer.

'Shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you,' she hissed through clenched teeth.

'Point taken,' said Killer, 'you committed one of the darkest sins in a relationship: not listening to your lover. You should be ashamed of yourself.'

Rebecca clung onto the dining room table as her knees buckled again. Tears of blood began streaming down her cheeks as she stared into Killer's cold, demonic eyes.

'I love him,' she said, 'I will always love him.'

Killer looked at Rebecca intently, absorbing the moment. Rebecca stood in front of him, her eyes narrowed. She took a deep breath.

'I love you, Connor.'

Rebecca raised her right hand, ready to slash Killer's throat. Then, she heard a voice.

'I love ye, too.'

Rebecca gasped. She knew that voice. She turned around.

There, standing in the middle of the dining room, was Connor. His cheeks were stained with blood-tears. He had been watching Rebecca from the rooftops, and he knew that he had to swoop in and save her before she got hurt.

'Connor!'

Connor ran to his mate. He took her in his arms, embracing her. Rebecca hugged herself close to her beloved, shaking with sobs.

'I'm sorry, Connor…' she choked, 'I'm sorry…'

'Please don' do this ta me ever again,' said Connor, 'please.'

Killer stepped back, giving the two lovers their space. Rebecca looked at Connor, blood-tears streaming down her cheeks.

'I was so scared,' said Connor, 'I thought I lost ye.'

'You hate me, don't you?' said Rebecca.

'No!' said Connor, 'No! I could never hate ye!'

Rebecca sighed. She held Connor again, clinging onto him for dear life.

'I love you,' she said, 'I love you so much. Please forgive me.'

'I love ye, too,' said Connor, 'I forgive ye.'

Rebecca grabbed the back of Connor's head. She pulled his face to hers, kissing him deeply and passionately. Connor knotted his fingers in her hair, holding her so she wouldn't fall. Killer watched them with interest, feeling the passion in the air around the two lovers.

Connor pulled away from the kiss. He licked the tears from Rebecca's cheeks. Rebecca sighed.

'I am such a fucking idiot,' she said, 'I let my ego get the best of me.'

Connor put a finger to Rebecca's lips, shushing her gently.

'Shh…' he whispered, 'it's okay, love. Yer still my Becca-Bear.'

Rebecca smiled. She leaned in and began to lick Connor's tears. Killer raised his eyebrows.

'Wow…' he said softly, 'this is powerful…'

'What is?' asked Rebecca between licks.

'This…' whispered Killer, pointing at the two lovers, 'this right here…'

Rebecca laughed.

'Our love,' she said, 'our love is powerful.'

'Yes…' whispered Killer, 'your love…'

Rebecca grinned.

'Love,' she said, licking off the remaining tears, 'something you know jack-shit about.'

Killer scoffed.

'You don't know anything about me,' he growled.

Rebecca turned her head. She smirked at Killer.

'Aww…' she teased, 'did I touch a nerve?'

Killer roared. He disappeared into the night. Rebecca laughed.

'Someone's a tad bit sensitive,' she said.

Connor shrugged. He scooped Rebecca up in his arms, smiling at her.

'Let's go home, baby,' he said, 'tha sun's gonna rise soon.'

Rebecca smiled.

'Okay,' she said, 'let's go home.'