CHAPTER 22

Mark stared at Isis, dismayed to find Glenn's words true. "Glenn, let her go, this is between you and me." He said finally.

"Good point." Glenn tossed Isis forcefully, sending her straight into a wall with a loud smack.

Mark growled, lunging for his once best friend.

Glenn sidestepped and caught Mark around the neck, using his vastly superior strength to force Mark to his knees. "Say uncle!"

Mark gritted his teeth, reaching up to grab Glenn's face.

Glenn snarled angrily when Mark got his eyes, biting down on Mark's middle finger and tearing it off with his teeth.

Mark cursed in both shock and pain, quickly pulling his hands away. He looked down to find blood gushing from where the digit used to be, though he could feel the wound healing.

"Hmmm… You didn't really need that one did you?" Glenn asked conversationally, tightening his grip and beginning to exert pressure, bending Mark's head at an unnatural angle. "I mean, it's not like you ever flip anyone off and I'm quite sure you never even considered using your hands when it came to Isis."

Mark growled, struggling to get to his feet.

Glenn grunted, planting his own feet firmly on the ground and leaning forward for leverage. "Not that I blame you, I'd only be thinking with my dick too if it were me in the bed with her." He bent down so his mouth was next to Mark's ear. "I might just give her a go before I kill her, ya know? Maybe get Shannon in on it, she's been itching to put Isis in her place and we both could think of some good places for her."

"Don't you touch her!" Mark spat, pain shooting through his neck as his head was bent even farther to the side.

"Mark, here you are, about to die and all you can think about is some country pussy, man you are old! Get over the hero kick man! You're going to fucking die, why don't you grovel a little? Maybe I'll let you live long enough to watch the show." Glenn chuckled darkly, his breath hot against Mark's ear.

Mark couldn't reply, he was to intent on trying to keep his neck from being snapped.

All of a sudden, Glenn flipped Mark onto his back and straddled him, using his knees to pin Mark's arms to the floor. "You know Mark, it didn't have to come to this, we could've all been together today if you wouldn't have had to be all heroic… and selfish, you were always so damn selfish." Glenn said, sounding like a petulant child. "I mean, all I wanted was to have a little fun and you, being the fucking drag you are, couldn't hack it." He rolled his vivid blue eyes into the back of his head and said in a deep, mocking voice: "I am the almighty Undertaker, bend down and kiss my ass."

"You were out of control Glenn," Mark spat angrily. "Just like you are now."

"Bold words coming from a man who's about to die."

"Go to hell!"

"Nope. One of the perks to being as strong as I am, nobody to send me there." Glenn smirked. "You on the other hand…" His smile grew wider, more wicked. "Have a one way pass."

Mark watched as Glenn's fangs slid from his gums.

"Good-bye Mark."

Mark bucked his body against Glenn's fighting to get the much stronger man off of him as Glenn bit into his shoulder, drinking deeply, pulling long draughts of blood from Mark.

Glenn moaned lustily in the back of his throat, loosening his hold as he felt Mark growing weaker.

Mark's eyes rolled about wildly, finally focusing on the ceiling, darkness beginning to creep into his vision.

Glenn jumped startled when he felt someone leap onto his back, pushing himself off the floor. "Isis!"

Isis was firmly holding on, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck.

"You bitch!" Glenn roared, beginning to toss himself backwards into walls, trying to get her off of him.

Isis just clung even harder, digging her long fingernails into his throat, right where his adam's apple was.

Glenn gasped when he felt her break skin and quickly tear away at the muscle, plunging her hand down his throat and esophagus. He looked around anxiously for a weapon, refusing to give in, even when he felt her tiny hand wrap around his heart.

Isis smiled grimly and pulled, yanking his heart straight up and out the hole she had made, jumping away as he fell face forward onto the couch. She bit into the heart and drained it, watching as it shriveled before her eyes.

***

Jeff and Jaden walked into the house, not sure what to expect. They cautiously entered the living room, relieved to find Isis and Mark sitting on the floor, Isis cradling Mark's head against her throat while he apparently… fed.

"Is she…?" Isis trailed off, arching an eyebrow.

Jaden nodded, feeling a cold satisfaction creep over her. "Oh yeah, that's one devil bitch that won't be bothering us ever again."

Isis nodded to the couch,

The two turned to find nothing but a pile of black dust.

"Glenn?" Jeff asked quietly.

Isis nodded, tenderly wiping a strand of hair back from Mark's face. "They're both gone then."

Mark pushed away from Isis, sitting up straight and pulling her onto his lap, holding her tight. "I thought I lost you."

"I thought I lost you." She whispered.

Jeff winced when he recalled the position he had found Mark in but didn't comment. Instead he said, "So, what the hell are we doing now? Cause if ya'all don't mind, I don't really want to stay here." He shivered, wrapping one arm around Jaden and pulling her against him.

Jaden rested her head on his shoulder, suddenly feeling exhausted. "If anyone's interested, I have a place out in Montana… it's very secluded… we could go there and just…"

"Recover." Isis offered.

"Recover." Jaden agreed, smiling at her friend.

Mark and Jeff shared looks before nodding.

"I think some r and r is just what we all need." Mark said quietly. "But first…"

***

Jaden and Isis watched as the house burned, the flames growing higher and higher as Jeff and Mark tossed more and more gasoline on it. The women were sitting on a hill, a safe distance away where they wouldn't get burnt, both feeling tired.

"You know… the last time I watched a house burn… Glenn and I made Mark." Isis commented thoughtfully.

Jaden stared at her friend and smiled. "Well… at least Glenn did one thing right."

"Yeah." Isis leaned into Jaden. "So how secluded is this place exactly?"

"Let's put it this way, we could hide there for centuries without being found." Jaden chuckled, resting her head on top of Isis'.

"My kind of place."

TBC…