September 24, 2007....Manchester

She watched him return to his haven in a drunken mess, her emerald eyes glittering dangerously as she turned from the door and made her way down the hall hands, clenched tightly to keep from turning back around and killing him on the spot. Trust...she had learned the lesson well and forgotten it the minute she set eyes on Wyatt.

Dream lover, where are you- with a love oh so true,
and a hand that I can hold, too feel you near when I grow old?

Walking the length of the main street her anger and hate grew, trust what was it Jeremy had said, trust no one but yourself. Wyatt had betrayed her more than once and he would pay. Pay dearly ..but he would do so in a way that would hurt more than killing his sorry ass would. Death would be to good for Wyatt....yes, her mind twisted and turned as she smiled with malicious glee at the plan that she was forming.

Leaning against the corner of the building she watched...the head bobbed up and down...hands moving and moans coming from the man standing in the darkness. Her lips curved into a seductive curve as she approached them. Her voice little more than a purr as she spoke her proposition watching his face light up and her gaze studying the girl still on her knees blinking as she nodded in agreement.

Dream lover, where are you- with a love oh so true,
I want a dream lover so I won't have to dream alone.

It went so well, the girl lying unconscious on the ground and the man too, slumped against the wall his face a mask of pain and fear, mouth gaping open with the last scream before he died. The laugh that echoed through the alley made the rats and nigh creatures scatter as she bent down and lifted the woman, carrying her unconscious form in a firemans carry down the alley and to her haven.

Timing, the timing had to be just right to make Wyatt suffer the pangs of hell and repay his betrayal. Too much heat and he had become too important to her. Jeremy would have flogged the skin from her back, but he wasn't here he was dead, just like they wanted her. Well ask and ye shall recieve as the Bible says. Gunthar said more but that reference was the one that stuck in her mind as she set about the task she had chosen, the path she intended to walk.

Dream lover, where are you- with a love oh so true,
and a hand that I can hold, too feel you near when I grow old?

Three days later....

It took time and the preparation was well worth the effort. The slight smirk that danced around her lips as she looked at her handiwork would have pleased Jeremy to no end. Luckily no one important had seen anything and only one knew her ...truly knew her. Love ...ehh, over rated even if it did seem to make the time go by. Picking up the photo of Wyatt she stroked his cheek softly and then ran her claw through the center of his face.

Don't look back..no regrets, none that mattered anyway. She'd heard the words once before..."Today was a good day to die." Maybe they knew what they were talking about, she certainly knew she hadn't been ready to die before. Tonight would be the perfect day to die...to leave the hell she had lived for the past years and feel the intoxicating freedom that self destruction could bring. She would be free, he would suffer the pangs of hell....feel the emptiness she had felt for so long.

Dream lover, where are you- with a love oh so true,
I want a dream lover so I won't have to dream alone.

September 29, 2007....

She watched the woman go into and then come out of his apartment. She seethed inwardly as she pulled the things from the other apartment keeping herself upright and slipping into Wyatts apartment. The bastard would find that betraying her was going to be his end and she would make him pay in the most painful as possible. She made sure that that imbecile that had tailed Wyatt earlier had not seen anything, what did they think she was...an amateur.

Letting the her slump to the ground she moved quietly to the bedroom, slicing the inside of her wrist and letting the vitae well up over his parted lips, dripping it into his mouth and giggling in glee as he choked but couldn't help but lap up the vitae like a man dying of thirst. He grabbed for her wrist and opened his eyes letting them drink in her visage. The smile she wore was that of a lover ...but beneath the surface raged the beast, an animal perfectly capable of doing what she was about to do.

All my bags are packed; I'm ready to go.
I'm standing here outside your door.
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.
But the dawn is breakin'; it's early morn.
The taxi's waitin'; he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could cry.

Pulling him from the bed in only his briefs she lead him to the other room. In the semi-darkness she knelt him in the center of the room and knelt in front of him, her hand softly on his face.

"Wyatt....I know you would do anything for me ...wouldn't you?"

"You know I would Ronnie. I love you...."

The resounding crack of her hand connecting with his face as she swung with the anger she felt sending him back against the carpet staring at her wide eyed and his mouth covered in her vitae and his blood worked trying to let the words out that ran around his mind.

"Then Wyatt....you will end my existance....I am tired of this life and you will help me to leave it....you can't tell me no. You said you wanted to please me and this will please me...."

Her emerald gaze glittered in the semi-darkness ..filled with malice that he mistook for lust as he reached for her. She slapped his hand away and reaching behind her grasped the stake in her hand holding it before him. The stake that would end her life...and with the other she held out the butcher knife.

"This beloved you will drive into my chest...and then you will cut my head off. The stake won't kill me it will only suspend me in time until I die slowly from lack of feeding. You will take my head...after I have drained my own supply it will be easy and this will please me...."

"NO...NO I won't..."

"Yes you will....you said you would do anything and Wyatt this is what I want, you to end this accursed life...."

His face flushed with color as he glared at her beginning to protest again...her hand came out dropping the stake and slapping him hard, her claws extended and catching his chin and throat, slicing them as his head snapped back...

"But Ronnie....no I can't..."

"Yes you can....you aren't weak like the others. You are strong and you can do this for me because I want it...I'll be with you forever Wyatt..besides if they get me I'll die at the hands of the enemy and suffer more than this...do you want that for me...?"

"No...we can go away together, we can leave. I can't do this Ronnie ..I can't"

She stood and looked down at him as she sliced her wrists with the sharp edge of the blade. She had fed earlier and the vitae flowed thick and filled the room with her heady scent.

"Now Wyatt....I'll lay here and when I tell you....plunge the stake into my chest make sure you hit the heart....it has to go into the heart. Then you will kiss me one last time and take my head off. Do you understand. I won't take no for an answer Wyatt...you said you'd make it up to me for almost getting me killed. ~You~ will do this for me...."

"Yes.....yes...." his voice was ragged as he watched the vitae flow to the carpet staining it.

"Now close your eyes...its ...getting close and my ....I'm going to lay here for you...make it right Wyatt. M..a..ke it right..."

So kiss me and smile for me;
Tell me that you'll wait for me;
Hold me like you'll never let me go.
'Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane,
Don't know when I'll be back again.
Oh, babe, I hate to go.

He nodded and closed his eyes. She watched in the semi-darkness seeing it all as if it were light. Licking the wounds closed and moving quickly she lay down on the floor and pulled the other closer to her. The stake lay at Wyatts knees and the knife beside that. The smile grew and her malicious gaze watched. She touched his knee...making the touch feather light and weak.

"N..ow....Wyatt, th..e stake....do it..."

He lifted the stake into his hand and turned it over several times reaching out to touch her chest. His fingers found the sternum...almost like feeling for a heart beat and of course finding none. He looked down at the pale face surrounded by the black curls and the tears glistened on his face. His lips moved and his chin trembled.

"I love you Ronnie...." smashing the stake on a downward path.

"I....lo...ve....you....." her voice weak and fading.

The stake found its mark and the sound of bones cracking could be heard in the quiet of the apartment as it went through the clothes and deep into the heart. His sobs grew louder as he leaned down and kissed her cold lips, her eyes were already closed and he lifted the knife....looking at it pressing it against her throat. Hesitating at carrying out the last of her request.

"God Ronnie....I can't. I can't......I...."

His hands curled around the handle and he leaned down again to kiss her before he began hacking at her neck with the blade. It took a few moments and his crying made his hands tremble ...but soon the head was seperated from the body. He dropped the knife and gathered the limp form to his chest and began rocking back and forth sobbing...and begging for forgiveness.

Now the time has come to leave you.
One more time, let me kiss you.
Close your eyes, I'll be on my way.
Dream about the days to come,
When I won't have to leave alone,
About the time I won't have to say:

His sobs could be heard in the hall as the door clicked closed quietly. Lights came on in the neighboring apartments and doors cracked open to find the location of the sobs as people muttered obcenities at the uncooth way some people just couldn't keep their private lives private. She picked up her pack and slipped into the stairwell the malicious smile dancing upon her lips as she went down the stairs.

[Lyrics: "Dream Lover" by Bobby Dylan; "I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane" by John Denver.]