Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, although I would love to own Seamus. Darn! I have simply borrowed them.

A/N: This is my first fan fic of any kind. Hope you all like it. I just couldn't be satisfied with the ending of the movie…Seamus and Dylan are made for each other. This chapter is a strong PG-13, and following chapters may very well become R. I have to have some D/S lovin' going on!

"You always fall for the bad guy, Dylan."

"Well, then this guy must be really evil…"

The words from her conversation with Alex the previous day swirled through Dylan's head as Seamus slowly stalked down the gangplank toward them. Although when she heard he had been busted from jail she knew he would try to find her, she was still stunned to see him in the flesh after 8 years.

He looked different, his solid but soft body of 8 years ago had been slimmed and toned into a perfect physic, his stomach muscles were so tight that she swore she could grate cheese on them. He had acquired several more tattoos while in prison, and the effect of those, coupled with his rippling muscles and the murderous glare in his eyes created the image of a lean killing machine.

Dimly, Dylan realized that he was talking to her, telling her how long he had waited for this moment. She blinked, trying to stop the memories of the two of them together, cruising around in his camaro, fucking to Black Sabbath and Billy Idol, and making jokes that only the two of them got. *Pull yourself together, Dylan! Don't let him get to you. He came back for one reason only – to kill you. Don't let your old feelings get in the way!*.

"Helen, I see you've still got the same lovely arse on ya." Seamus drawled in that incredible accent that used to make her so hot. In fact, it still made her hot, but when she remembered that he was a killer and that he had her planned as his next victim, she was able to push that feeling aside.

Dylan could feel Nat and Alex on either side of her, itching for action. Could they sense the turmoil going on inside of her at the sight of him? Or more importantly, could he sense it?

As members of his gang gathered behind him brandishing various weapons, Nat and Alex's confidence waned slightly, but they had faced worse. Dylan's confidence was very shaky indeed – she knew that Seamus was an excellent fighter – and that she would have to fight him. "Give us the rings" commanded Seamus, and Dylan saw herself slowly reach her hand toward him, the large rings jangling on her tiny finger. As he took the rings from her, his finger sensuously traced down hers, causing Dylan to shiver involuntarily at the contact. *God, I hope the bastard didn't notice that* she thought.

She glanced up at him to see his reaction and realized her mistake. His bright green eyes locked on hers, and it was if he was hypnotizing her with his gaze. Then she sensed Alex spring into action to turn off the lights and her body went on auto-pilot, flipping into the air and over the heads of Seamus and his men. The men were confused, shooting off into the darkness, but Seamus was quick to turn the lights back on.

"You know I always like it with the lights on" he said to her. And there it was again, a sudden desire for this man who she had sent to jail and had hidden from for years. A brief memory of their passion and equally insatiable appetites for sex and each other shot through her. Once again she shook it off, and she and the girls sprang into action, determinedly punching and roundhouse kicking men twice their size. She could feel Seamus watching her, and knew that he was waiting for his turn with her, and that he would fight with her alone.

Then suddenly he was there, lunging at her with her with his pair of carved machetes. She dodged and countered. "You're getting good Helen" he said as she knocked away one of the machetes.

"You don't know me anymore Seamus" she spit, trying to sound confident and not as scared as she felt.

"I'm the only one here who truly knows you Helen" he sent back to her, sending a chill up her spine. It was true – he was the only one here who knew about her past, about Helen Zass, her lonely childhood, her secret dreams, her kinky desires and just how to touch her body.

However much part of her realized he was right, the other, logical, "Angel" part of her refused to listen to him and continued to fight. He was incredibly strong, making it almost impossible to hurt him. His fist smashed into the steel container he had thrown her against, and his hand indented the metal. Then he grabbed her throat in a vice-like grip, raising her off the ground. As she struggled she looked down into his eyes and thought she saw a mix of emotions in them, rather than the pure hate she had expected.

She broke away from him, but he followed and pinned her against a crate, his body on top of hers and his crotch grinding against her ass. "I must say, Helen, that I've never wanted you more." She knew he was telling the truth, she could feel his hardness pushing against her, and again felt that traitorous rush of desire. *What the hell is wrong with me? He's a killer! I am such a sick bitch!*

"Silly Seamus. Always wanting what you can't have." She forced him off of her and searched for an escape route, noticing that Nat and Alex had finished most of the other thugs off. As Seamus came at her with a hatchet she grabbed a hold of a rope that he quickly severed, causing the cargo from above to come crashing down and sending her up toward the ceiling. Nat and Alex were barely able to jump and grab onto her. They went shooting out of the ship, and skated down the dock rope to safety on wooden planks. Running with the other Angels, Dylan heard a large thud and then feet running behind her, and knew without a doubt it was Seamus. Somehow, she knew that only he could survive the 30 foot fall.

The Angels rounded a corner ahead of their pursuers. Knowing they had stop him, Nat had already started the gas pump, and Dylan tossed her favorite lighter out to light the fuel. As Seamus rounded the corner, Alex sprayed the area in front of him with the improvised flame thrower, effectively cutting off Seamus and his gang. With a "come on Dylan!", Alex and Nat ran away toward their get-away boat. Dylan started to follow but slipped on the wet dock. As she looked back at the flames, she allowed herself a moment to breathe a sigh of relief. Then she saw him.

Seamus was actually walking through the walls of flame, his beautiful and deadly body sweaty and glowing red in the light of the fire. "You can't hurt me anymore Helen. I'm going to teach you and your friends about pain." His words sent a chill down into her very core. She knew that he was not above killing her friends to get to her. She backpedaled on the ground, staring at him, a devil standing in the flames of hell. Then she finally managed to get to her feet and followed her friends. He didn't follow. She jumped into the boat, and her friends turned to look at her. "Are you ok?" They asked worriedly.

"Sure, I'm fine" she replied with a small fake smile. But inside she wasn't ok. Not at all. She had faced a demon from the past, and had discovered that part of her still wanted him.