Author's Note: Hello everyone, I have completed this chapter, and it contains two dream sequences, the second I was given help from The White Prince. Thank you once more! Please review, and as always tell me what you think honestly! I loave hearing from the readers! Enjoy!

*Ray-Ray

It was dark outside, and he was traveling stealthily. He didn't want to be heard. He knew that she didn't live alone, which meant that he may need to kill both people. The woman had always been able to see through him. He never could understand how. But he knew that she was a threat to him now, despite her age. He made his way around the house lurking quietly through each room in search for the old woman. He found her sitting in the rocking chair in the front room.

"I figured you would visit me tonight, Ripper." She said softly. Her tone angered him; he strode forward and placed his hands on the arm rests of the chair.

"Don't speak to me like you know who I am." He demanded; his voice was gruff.

"But I do know you." She said simply. "Now don't toy with me child, do what you came here to do." There was not a hint of fear in her voice. She simply folded her hands and looked up at him waiting patiently.

"Fear Ye, the Ripper!" He shouted in the woman's face. She didn't even flinch as he raised the knife and struck across her throat. He was reminded of the woman's kin, who he had attempted to kill years before. The woman merely smiled as blood poured from her neck. She opened her mouth to speak, but she only made a gurgling sound. Her message was clear.

'May the wrath of God fall upon your evil soul.' He simply chuckled.

From somewhere in the hall he heard a sound, spinning quickly he trudged down the hall. When he found the younger woman, she was standing with a pistol in her hand.

"Hello Ripper." She said before firing the gun. With no hesitation he rushed toward the woman. Her gun had backfired and missed. This gave him the advantage he needed. She fled to the bedroom and struggled with the window. He ran and tackled her head on, through the window. They tumbled onto the lawn. The woman was strong, but she was in a state of shock from the fall.

"I've got you know you cunt!" He shouted as he reopened the scar on her neck and watched in marvel as the blood seemed to glow on her dark skin. She threw her hands to her neck, but was unable to stop the bleeding. For good measure, he stabbed her in the stomach and thrust the knife upward.

"Bug, get out of bed!" Leah shouted. Bug suddenly sat up knocking his sister to the floor with a flailing arm.

"Jerk," she muttered as she stood up.

"What?" He looked at her. "Oh, I'm sorry. I had a bad dream." He rubbed his temples, he hadn't been awake for a minute and his head was ready to explode.

Leah froze, and stared at him for a minute.

"What kind of bad dream?" She asked. She sat down on the bed next to him and eyed him precariously.

"It was just a nightmare about…" he hesitated, thinking of something to say. "It was nothing." He said finally. Fang looked at him but said nothing. He knew she saw right through his bluff, but she wasn't going to push it.

"Mom… I mean May has breakfast ready." Bug laughed lightly at her slip of tongue. Leah rarely called Aunt May mom. If she had it had been in a sarcastic tone, almost cruel. But that was before the Ripper had been defeated. Now the term would slide every once in a while, and she didn't seem to mind.

They ate quietly at the table; Leah didn't look like she had gotten much sleep and neither did May. Bug picked at his food. He had no appetite today. At one point Leah threw down her spoon and began sobbing again. Aunt May stood and took the food to back into the kitchen. Bug followed his aunt.

"What is wrong?" He asked softly, so Leah wouldn't hear. Aunt May avoided his gaze.

"Jeanne and her grandmother they are…" She stopped and swallowed, turning her gaze to the sink. "The police found Jeanne outside her home; she was drenched in her own blood." May turned away and walked upstairs.

Bug stood there motionless, he felt nauseous. He leaned over the sink and threw up, turning the faucet on so Leah wouldn't hear. Today was going to be a long day.

By third hour, Bug could hardly stand the throb in his temples; he set his head in his arms and tried to tune out the sounds around him. Within minutes he fell asleep.

He woke up in his room, his old room. He looked around and saw the dresser placed across from him and the closet next to the door, which was ajar. A cool breeze caused him to pull the covers around his face. He looked to his left. The window was open as well. He got out of bed and shut it. The next second he heard the door slam. Bug spun around, but saw nothing. Then slowly, his closet door began to slide open. Bug took no time to see what, or who, came from the closet. He turned back to his window and yanked it open. Without looking over his shoulder he climbed through the window and slid from the roof. He glanced up at his window and saw only a blur as the figure moved from the window. He fell to the ground and glanced up at his room, he then stood and staggered off into the woods.

He knew immediately that it was a mistake. He remembered that all of his friends had been found in the woods. It was the Ripper's domain. Bug knew that even if he ran, the Ripper would find him; he didn't give up. He stumbled through the thicket and made his way to the river's edge. He stopped and looked around. The candles around the ambulance were lit. It created an eerie glare across the remains of the ambulance. Bug blinked, and he swore he saw someone in the driver's side of the car. He shook his head and counted to ten with his eyes shut. He heard splashing from the river, but when Bug looked over, he saw nothing. Then he heard the unmistakable voice of a demon possessed man.

"I told your friend I would get them all. You are last my dear son." A large hand grabbed him by the sleeve and pushed him into the river. Bug heard the faint clash of metals as the blade slide out.

"I am not your son." He kicked the man and tried to stand, but the muck under the water was so slimy that he fell back down. The Ripped grabbed him once more and turned Adam so he could look him in the eye.

What Adam saw terrified him. He was looking into the face of his best friend, the one that they buried in the ground a year ago. He would have screamed, but a hand covered his face.

"Alex is dead." He muttered, though it was barely audible. The man laughed, something about the laugh was wrong, and twisted.

"That is what you think." He said as he dunked Bug under the water and held him there. Bug kicked and flailed his arms trying to break free. He was pulled back above water by his hair and before he could clear his eyes of the water he felt a sharp pang in his side.

"Look at the blood as it spreads through what was once clean. It is beautiful." The man looked at the knife and ran it across Bugs cheekbone. He felt the skin tear at the touch of the blade named vengeance.

"Bug took all his energy and adrenaline and focused it in his legs. He then kicked the man, who fell over into the water and tried to run once more.

"You son of a bitch," the Ripper yelled. "He reached over and grabbed Bug at the ankle. He fell back into the water and sputtered for air. The Ripper took his last strikes, stabbing Bug once more in the abdomen and then slitting his throat with care. As Bug was struggling to cover his throat and breathe, he watched the man reached up. But before he could see anything else, his heart had slowed to a stop and his eyes lost all sight. He was a lifeless corpse.