His own iniquities shall take the wicked himself, and he shall be holden with the cords of his sins.

Proverbs 5:22

London and Carlito had reason to hate each other. They both worked at rival clubs, were very street-smart and incredibly good looking. They kept their bodies in the tip-top shape and trained hard in their fighting. Both vampires also had a way with the ladies—both victims and fellow vamps.

So it was no wonder why the two vampires hated each other. They both felt they were next in line to rule the streets and the vampirical world—and the other was in his place.

"Yo, man. Let's fight." Carlito nodded.

"Just a minute." London held up a finger as he stared down at his iPod. Carlito was annoyed that he was ignored and stood behind London. Little to his surprise did he see London engrossed in a porn movie he downloaded on his iPod.

"Ooh, that's it…yeah, spank her little ass." London smiled.

Carlito stared at London. He made a disgusted face as the young vampire continued to watch his porn. Tired and thirsty for blood, Carlito dissipated London's iPod wit his mind.

"You fucked with my porn." London smiled as he stood up and turned around. "Oh, you're one dead motherfucker." Without notice, London waved his arm and sent Carlito flying against a brick wall. London flew towards him. Carlito mustered the strength and kicked London in his stomach. London flew across the street. He landed sharply on the concrete.

London slowly began to get up when he noticed Carlito was staring at him from afar. "Hey dumbass," Carlito yelled. "You like fire, huh?" He then made a pitching motion with his arms.

"Ah shit!" London quickly moved away as a large fireball shot towards him. He hid behind an abandoned car as large fireballs flew overhead. "This shit is not cool." London shook his head.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a large thud on the roof of the car. London shook his head. Fuck! He then looked up and saw Carlito staring back at him. "Ready to die?" Carlito asked.

"Hmm…let me think about that." London pondered. "No, not yet." He then grabbed Carlito off the hood. He slammed him on top of another car. London flew on top of the car. He stood over Carlito and smiled. "I'm having way too much fun with this."

Carlito suddenly kicked London off the hood. London flew several more feet, breaking the glass window of a shop. He didn't attempt to get up as his body was too sore. "I'm just going to stay here for the time being." He mumbled.

Slow steps on broken glass disrupted the quiet air. London kept his eyes closed as he sensed Carlito's presence. "You're a dead man, dumbass." Carlito snickered.

London opened his eyes and smiled. "Does that hurt?"

"What does what hurt?" Carlito sneered.

London nodded towards Carlito's arm. "That. Does that hurt?"

Carlito stared at his body. Little by little, boils were formed all over his body. Carlito panicked and ran as far as possible.

London watched Carlito run in the distance. He shrugged. "I told you not to fuck with my porn."

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His mind was clear and surprisingly empty. Usually he had at least one thought in his head at any given time. However, this particular night for Dave's mind devoid of any drama. I'll have that soon enough.

Dave slowly walked down the street. His footsteps were the only sound in the crisp, cool air. To the human flesh, the temperature would be cold, and nipping. To Dave, however, the temperature was perfect. It was perfect for a fight. It was perfect for the battle. It was perfect to hand Edge his ass.

Upon reaching his destination, Dave noticed Edge. He was staring up at the sky with his hands casually resting on his stomach. From the short distance, he was whistling, as if he was contemplating about the stars and the meaning of life.

"Batista…" Edge called out as he sat on an old car. One leg was raised on the hold, while the other dangled off the side. He slowly rose up. Just as with the other Brood members, his eyes also became cat-like.

"Are you ready to die?" He smiled.

Before Dave could react, Edge whipped several daggers at him. Dave quickly disappeared into the night.

"You always gotta do that disappearing shit, don't you?" Edge screamed. He violently took off his coat. He then threw it on the ground. "Fight me like a man, you coward."

Dave appeared in front of Edge's face. He then landed violent blows to Edge's jaw. Edge retaliated by spearing Dave into a light pole. Edge then picked up a nearby wrench. He swung it towards Dave's head. Dave ducked as the force of the swing caused the wrench to get stuck in the pole. Dave hastily picked up Edge and slammed his body against the side of a car.

"I told you not to mess with my baby girl." Dave warned. He was about to finish Edge off when he heard the cries of a baby. The familiar cries. It was Nevaeh.

Dave turned around and followed the sound. He saw that she was in the backseat of a car. He smiled and tried to open the door. It was locked. He melted the locks with his mind but the action had an adverse effect. Fire was slowly starting inside the car.

"No…NO!!" Dave screamed as he tried to open the door. Soon, Nevaeh disappeared as if she never existed.

"You know, I really like this illusionist shit. But I prefer to kick your ass instead." Edge smiled. He then slammed Dave's head onto the car. "Problem, Dave?" Edge said from behind. Dave bounced off the hood and fell hard to the concrete. He groaned and grabbed his body, as he struggled to get up.

"I thought you were going to fuck me up, Batista." Edge smirked as he kept kicking Dave. "I thought you were going to give it to me."

Dave clutched his stomach while he crawled on the concrete. Edge did not have any pity towards Dave as he kept kicking him. Edge laughed as he watched Dave slowly crawl to a stop. He grimaced while he kept holding onto his stomach. "How does it feel, big man? Huh? How does it feel that I just whipped your ass?"

Dave reached out for Edge, who wiggled his foot in front of him. "Did you want to come get me, big man? Did you want to?" Edge smiled and pulled out a sharp knife. "You know, Steph made a rule that no one dies but I feel that rules are meant to be broken."

Edge climbed on top of Dave and held the knife above his face. "I'll make sure to tuck in Nevaeh tonight."

Suddenly, Dave's body mutated into a female form. His body became smaller as manicured fingernails formed, breasts appeared, and his look developed into a more feminine appearance. His dark short hair changed into a sandy blonde color that was a bob cut. His thin lips became full ones, touched by a dash of red color. His toasted almond skin formed a bronzed shade. And his voice morphed from the intoxicating low rumble to a woman's moans. Edge was so mesmerized by the sight he dropped his knife to the side.

"Goddamn, you're heavy!" She said as she forcibly pushed Edge off her.

Edge was scared shitless at the sight he saw before him. He blinked twice hoping that he was just hallucinating. But he knew he wasn't. What he saw before his very eyes was his past coming back to haunt him. All five and a half feet of her.

"What's wrong, Edge?" Kimberly spoke to him. "You look like you've seen a ghost."