The Bloodletting {Casper}

[Rebecca Ferguson]

Oh for crying out…he did NOT just…GAAAAAH!

Throwing her hands up in the air as Gabriel proceeded to throw himself at the door, Becca gave into the urge to kick something. The bartender squawked out an unhappy noise as her foot managed to get a good dent in the counter in front of her, and with a loud, very unhappy huff, she hopped off the stool to go after her charge.

Of course, of freaking COURSE he had to go and ruin the moment! He’d made so much progress, saying sorry and actually meaning it. Her stupid heart had gone pitter pat at the words, and the need to kiss him was almost too much to bear. But no, the moment could not last.

Just like it couldn’t all those centuries ago. When was she going to finally learn her lesson and move on? Maybe…maybe this was a lesson from the Gods? The ever present knowledge that the monster she’d loved was never going to change? Was her time spent on earth both penance for shunning her destiny, and a chance to move on?

Yeah, as if someone who had a physical body for only half the time she spent awake could move on. And then there was the pesky problem of the damn vampire. But Gods, she was getting tired of being a yo-yo. Back and forth, back and forth…another few centuries of this, and she was just going to crack.

Or make Gabriel sizzle until he resembled a shish-kebab. Either way, she was definitely on the route to losing it…if she hadn’t already hit that exit by now.

Rolling her eyes at his haughty declaration, she proceeded to repeat his words in a squeaky voice under her breath, adding in some ‘blah, blah, blah…moron’ to the mix. The big, bad vampire had to go save face by attempting to kill someone. Well, not on her watch, thanks so much, unless it was someone that needed killing.

…Kind of like the scary gremlin-things that were waiting for them in the alleyway. Well, upside was that Gabe wouldn’t be going after unsuspecting humans. Always a good thing, where she was concerned.

With a look in both directions to make sure that no innocent bystanders were about to stumble in on the scene, she kept herself at the edge of the fight. The annoying vampire would need something to burn off whatever emotions were going through his head, so she’d give him his space. Let him be a two year old and beat on things so he felt all manly inside.

Men…yeesh. Show them a little gratitude and they went all caveman on a girl. Why couldn’t she have fallen in love with a dark, brooding werewolf? Why?

With a martyred sigh, she watched the scene, quickly turning into something akin to a bloodbath. Stupid gremlins; she would’ve thought they’d learned their lesson the first time. Guess not, she thought with another sigh, as one of the creepy things charged at her. Pulling on that ghostly power of hers, she shot a bolt of energy into the thing, watching dispassionately as it turned to dust. A few more came her way, and she repeated the process, until the telltale weakness came upon her. Damn, she was using up too much energy in keeping her corporeal form and sizzling pig-men.

She had to save up her strength for kicking the crap out of her vampire, not them. So, with yet another sigh, she resigned herself to beating whatever gremlins came at her upside the head with a trash can lid. One landed a nice kick to her belly, sending her back into the brick wall with an ‘oomf,’ but she didn’t feel the pain.

She was already dead, after all.

[gabe]

Ah who was he trying to fool? It didn’t matter if it was some do-good pansy or some nasty stupid gobbling thing. It was all about the mayhem and the rolling heads.

Oh and let’s not forget the blood, it was always an important part of it. It was a damned shame that their blood was green and smelly, Gabriel laid down the line when it was green and foul smelling, it could only taste as bad as it was. Not to mention he tried pig blood, it was gross and bad for his cholesterol.

And the bodies were piling up, at least they had the courtesy to come in such a large pack when they died off so bloody easily, but it was a workout at least and he could act all creepy like.

Turning around to smash one of the piggy faced things against the wall behind him, Gabe’s eyes picked sight of his not so friendly ghost. Becca couldn’t appreciate a good scrap like he did and that was a shame, that might make a nice bounding time for both of them. He’d smack them and she would fry them into instant extra-crispy bacon.

But the smile that was forming in his lips quickly changed into a scowl of anger as he saw one of the creatures kick her and send her back into the wall. With a leap, he was over the offender already, slapping the poor creature into a pulp while the last few got some sense on their thick skulls and ran for their lives.

“YOU. DON’T. DARE. TO. TOUCH. HER!”

Between every word came a devastating and furious punch. Kill, main, it was all cool, but don’t lay a finger on his ghostly companion.

So alright, the sight of Becca getting hurt had triggered some sort of protective side of him that he rather keep looked down under dozens of layers of insane evilness. Heck, he had a sweet side, he just rather rip someone’s head off than show it. He had a reputation to protect after all and didn’t want people to think he went soft.

[Rebecca Ferguson]

Ugh, stupid pig-man. The back of her shirt was probably COVERED in grime, thanks to that little shove of his. Thank the Gods that she didn’t bruise so easy; that little crack to the head had her seeing stars for a minute. But it was nice to go without the pain, even if it meant that she was slowly going ghosty.

Woohoo, she couldn’t wait. Her body would slowly become ethereal, and every Tom, Dick and Gremlin could run through her incorporeal body. It really, really was uncomfortable when people did that. It was almost like someone started smacking her with a frozen chicken, now that she thought of it.

Then again, it didn’t look like she’d have to worry about anyone getting too close. A shocked expression crossed onto her face as the poor monster who’d shoved her proceeded to get a growth of vampiric proportions on his back. Gabe looked so…angry, that it took her a minute to take in what he was saying and not wonder if now would be a good time to zap him back to reality. Was he going back into his ‘Horseman mindset?’ Had he finally lost it and would now try to do the reign of terror thing on some local pedestrians?

…No, he was…protecting her? Avenging her? Holy crap, she was at a loss of what to do.
Well, other than stand there, half invisible, looking like some kind of whacked out guppy.

Was it wrong that she was kind of sad when the rest of the piggy guys ran away screaming? Because now, like in the bar, she knew that the vampire would feel the need to hide what he just did. He’d need to bleed something, to hurt someone…maybe if she just kept her mouth shut, he’d forget about what he just did? Yeah, she’d go with that one; it’d do the trick.

“Damn, these things smell horrible,” She said, waving a hand in front of her nose. With a wince, she nudged the downed pig man with her shoe. “Nobody believes in bathes anymore, huh? Gods, I hope they don’t follow you home, Gabe. You might have to buy stock in air freshener.”

Don’t say anything, don’t say anything…ah hell, who was she kidding? Glancing up at him, she chanced a small smile. “Thanks. For helping me. Er…well, I guess we better find you a new bar. I think you’ll be drinking alone tonight, though; seems like I’m out of juice.”

[gabe]

He’d hit and hit again until his muscles were sore, talk about a pissed vampire for some demon…goblin…pig-man…Gah! Don’t go there again! That thing hurting his ghost, and not to mention he was pissed for being pissed for it. Why should he care? She was dead, it wasn’t like she could die and…AH CRAP! He just didn’t want her hurt. Period.

“Thanks.”

Rising his head, he traced a hand through his hair and pulling the long dark locks of hair that had fallen over his eyes, with a majorly pissed look in his face before inhaling deeply the night air.

Damn, those things stink!

“DON’T YOU DARE TO SAY THAT!”

Oh but she did!

“For helping me.”

With an annoyed growl, he glared at her. “NO YOU JUST DIDN’T…I TOLD YOU…YOU JUST HAD TO…BLOODY HELL…GAAAAAAAAAAAH! LET’S THANK THE NICE VAMPIRE! SOME DAY I SWEAR I WILL…I WILL…GAHHHHH!”

Frustration was a funny thing. Take the growling and screaming vampire for example. He was frustrated for not being able to be his evil self without being fried and for showing his protective side to a girl that he tried really hard to pretend he hated.

He swear, if anyone called him a teddy bear or something because of that he would lose it and rip their freaking eyeballs off.

Insert here a few good minutes of annoyed growling and cursing before shoving his hands in his jacket pocket and wandering through the streets in an attempt to cool down and then sink down on that bench in the deserted park and bury his head in his hands.

“And to think all I wanted when I woke up tonight was a nice juicy neck to bite on, but nooooo! I had to play the bloody hero! Women! Drive you crazy even when you’re dead! You better not let that get to your head Casper!”

[Rebecca Ferguson]

With a martyred sigh, Becca only shook her head at the show. Call her warped, but she couldn’t help a fond smile from flickering on and off of her face as she watched him. Once he was storming off, she floated after him, abandoning her attempts at going corporeal.

“Real nice tantrum, Romeo,” She said dryly once she caught up. “You gonna go throw your rattle now? Careful; if you break it, I’m not getting you a new one.”

Yeah, it was always a great idea to bait the angry vampire, but she just couldn’t help herself. Centuries of being a yo-yo in their crazy ass relationship made her immune to his yowling. If he took a swung at her, at least he was concentrating on flattening her head instead of some random mortal’s.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she lived up to her ‘Casper’ nickname and floated along side him, doing her best not to run through a couple late night pedestrians. There was just nothing like sliding on through the warm, living body of another human being, and ‘pleasurable’ definitely wasn’t a comparison. It was almost like…sticking her finger into a wet socket, or wiggling her toes in something disgustingly squishy.

As Gabe plopped down onto a bench, the ghost proceeded to float in front of him, turning slightly to watch the humans flit around the park. Somewhere in the distance, a couple embraced while a group of kids skipped around them. Ah, to be a part of the world again.

Turning back to her charge, she let loose a martyred sigh. “I swear, Vlad, it’s been how many years since I was assigned to you, and you STILL can’t get it through your head that your ‘Walking Death’ days are over. You want to bite on someone’s neck so bad, gimme a minute and I’ll go solid, then you can have fun. As for driving you crazy…boy, I think you were already in those city limits a while ago.”

[gabe]

The reluctant paladin. Hell he should be the one the freaking paladins cowered from. What he had done to deserve this? Being a crazy assed killer? BAH! Call him romantic but Gabriel was an old fashioned guy, the romantic kind that believed the bad guys should kill and maim and the good guys should shake like the wussies they were.

These days…no one respected tradition anymore?

Pulling his long hair back he eyed the floating ghost. No one else saw her right then, but he could still hear her annoying banter. Crap, he saved the frat boys that screamed like little girls and hadn’t killed anyone…good, tonight. But she still had to follow him around and play the smartass. Woo-freacking-hoo!

“You do get a kick of this warden gig, don’t you? Torturing me and busting my balls is all a great joke to you, isn’t it?” Stepping up, he eyed her in the eye. “Women, can’t live without them…can’t kill them twice.”

Now what he did fell for her? He cared for her, heck he even liked her sometimes. But no, for all that was unholy, he couldn’t freaking love her…could he? No, don’t even go there! No goody-goody Casper with sexy lips. No. Freaking no. Period. Stop that. STOP FREAKING THINKING ABOUT THAT!

“And you can’t get into that ghostly head of yours that I’m not good guy material? I’m a big bad evil monster and…and…solid? For me to touch you and…and…I mean, bite your neck! Yeah, that was thinking off, not other stuff, yeah, I just want the blood.”

[Rebecca Ferguson]

Oh yeah, she REALLY got a kick out of being incorporeal most of the time. She just loved the fact that, at the rate they were going, she'd never get to Heaven, never have an actual life or fall in love for real. She really wanted to be tied to a psychopath with a God complex for the rest of time, bantering with him like they were an old married couple.

ARGH, she was going to lightning bolt him! Someone hold her back!

Clamping her jaw shut, Becca forced herself not to answer. He'd just use it as ammunition for later, and she really didn't have the patience for their old routine again. He'd want to kill someone, she'd say no, they'd argue, she'd blame him for her death, and he'd tell her she was stupid for getting mixed up with him in the first place. Then lightning bolts would rain down, she'd get tired, he'd go find something to beat the crap out of...and the entire cycle would start again. Call her selfish, but she was really up for a change.

...Jesus, they really DID sound like a married couple! Oh, the mixed feelings that came with that one.

"And men; can't live with them, and can't use their testicles as cool looking earrings," She grumbled under her breath, glaring at the street in front of them. She'd actually let herself believe that he was making progress and then bam. Right back to his usual, annoying self.

Case in point; cue the biting threats again. Then again, having him claim his bad ass status kind of reminded her of a kid screaming out 'I'M THE BEST COLORER EVER!' She had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing.

With a roll of her eyes, she shook her head. "Yeah, yeah, you're the biggest, meanest monster ever. Don't strain your ego; I'm not putting it back together later."

Crossing her ghostly arms over her chest, she nodded, floating into another alleyway. She was already dead, so why not let him have some fun and chew on her for a bit? Sure, she still had nightmares- funny how a ghost could fall asleep when she really willed it- about being bitten and bleeding tod eath in the snow, but he couldn't hurt her anymore. Not to mention that it saved some poor woman on the street a night's worth of headaches.

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and concentrated, willing her magic to make her solid once more. With that done, she turned around to face him, raising a challenging brow.

"Like deja vu, isn't it?" She said with a tiny smile, moving her hair off one side of her neck. His little slip made something warm flutter in her belly, but she damped it down. "C'mon, get to the biting and not-touching. It's uncomfortable to stay solid after that last fight of yours."

[gabe]

Truth be told, when Gabriel had been brought into his vampiric condition, it had completely shattered his insanity. Once a man of logic and reason, he was now faced with something he’d believed to be stupid superstition created to keep naughty children in line.

And yet there he was, not truly alive and not truly dead. Be good and you go to heaven, be evil and you go to hell. He was now an unholy monster…was he now faded to hell no matter what? He was shunned by the light, by his friends and family and by his God fearing fiancé to whom he was now a monster. Not to mention that sickening hunger on his stomach.

The only one that wouldn’t scorn him was the bitch that had turned him. She taught him how to survive and cope with the change…and she was utterly monstrous and immoral. She introduced him to the worse of the worst.

Killing unfortunately was something that became easier the more he did, and with it each time some part of his humanity died with it. And in time he stopped to care and to even take pleasure in it.

At that point he knew he was damned, there was no turning back.

And what was a bloodthirsty vampire supposed to do in that situation? There was only one choice, the obvious one. Become the meanest, badest, craziest motherfuck** of them all.

And so he went on rampage, killed, tortured, drank, pillaged and corrupted everything in sight. And the best…or worse part of it all was that no one could stand against him and put a stake through his black heart.

But there was that night he met a certain Scotch princess with fair skin, golden hair and lips that were made for kissing. At first she was supposed to be just a distraction, but the vampire got more than he had bargained for. She was so unlike him, she was pure and innocent, not to mention it was obvious she had a great destiny laid out for her. That stirred certain feelings in his dead heart… and that…well, it freaked him out.

So what he did? He ate her and discarded her face first in the snow.

Now, two years over a century later, he was tied to her ghost and supposed to take her place as a freaking paladin of light and good. Once more he was imposed by fate something he didn’t wish for, and in defiance he did all he could, he rebelled. He would scream, bitch and fight back every step of the way if only to give himself some illusion of choice instead of being a puppy in a leach.

"Yeah, yeah, you're the biggest, meanest monster ever…”

Damn right, and she better not forget it.

Gabe watched her mesmerized as she turned corporeal and offered her neck to his with that challenging look on her face.

His stomach roared as the tip of his tongue touched the sharp canines in his mouth with eager anticipation. Moving one hand to gently hold her face, he inched closer and let his fangs sink into the tender flesh of her neck as the rich and sweet blood started to flow freely causing him to latch his lips to her neck with great need. For him, the act of drinking another’s blood was a sensual act that often brought pleasure for him and the donor. The lust in him was almost palpable as his skin started to heat with the influx of fresh blood and desire.

‘Don’t even think of that!’ He scowled at himself silently.

He wasn’t so much sucking her blood anymore as he was nipping on her exposed skin.

‘Don’t go there!’

From her neck, his lips raised towards her ear lobe.

‘You don’t want to go there!’

His free hand enlaced around her waist bringing her body tight against his. Gabriel hesitated for one moment, touching the tip of his fangs again with his tongue, he reveled at the taste of blood that lingered still and frowned.

‘Don’t do anything foolish’

Ah but he was the king of fools as he pressed his lips against hers with a demanding hunger.

‘Ah dammit!’

[Rebecca Ferguson]

And this must be why God created happy pills, Becca thought with a jolt of surprise. How funny it was, to see the transformation in the vampire's face. She had no idea what he was thinking about, but she could swear she aw something flicker behind those dark eyes. Something soft, sane...human.

That was really why she stuck around, rather than being the silent, off int he distance Guardian. She'd been offered the choice all those centuries ago, to be simply out of phase and only able to interact with the world if her charge were putting others at risk. Gabe thought that she was Casper now? Try throwing insults at thin air.

But no, she'd chosen to be seen by him and others if she so chose. She'd thought that she could bring him over as a friend, a confidant. Nevermind that the last time she got too close, he gave her a two point trachiotomy...she'd actually thought she could save him.

Now, she just did her best to help him save what humanity he had left. That damn bitch of a maker of his...she'd really like two minutes and a chainsaw.

She couldn't help but flinch when he cupped her face in his hand. Jeeze, couldn't he move any faster? She just wanted to get this all overwith so he could return back to his 'crypt' and she could catch some Supernatural re-runs. Ah, Jensen Ackles and his nicely proportioned bootie. She'd get some popcorn and--

Oh God!

His fangs sank through her flesh and she squeezed her eyes shut, going stiff all over. She remembered the night she'd died, the betrayal the numbing cold and the pain...slowly, she opened hr eyes. Duh, she couldn't feel the pain because she was already dead. It kind of took the bite- stupid puns- out of the entire experience, thank God. The lack of sting had her slowly relaxing against him. Against her better judgement, she cupped the back of his head with one hand as he fed from her, a wave of protectiveness washing over her.

Well, there was an emotion she wasn't expecting. And neither was it the last.

She shivered as she felt his lips on her earlobe, a sharp breath whistling through her lips. What was he doing? Setting her up for another bout of insulting? Was he playing with her again? Her brain commanded that she move away from him, knees him in the groin, smack him...ANYTHING but what she was doing right now; leaning into him. No, no shuddering allowed! No moaning...dammit, cough and pretend you're still sane!

Of course, she shrugged the voice off. She had no idea why, but she had no common sense when it came to the crazy vampire. Maybe she was a closet masochist and death had only made matters worse. In any case, she coudln't stop her hands from coming up to slide through his hair, pulling him closer.

"If you're planning on using this against me later," She murmured, nipping at his bottom lip before crushing his mouth to hers. "I'll fry you so bad, you're new name will be Bacon."

[gabe]

He didn’t like her. He didn’t like her. He didn’t like her. He didn’t like her….

But her lips were so soft and tasty.

Crap!

Well, at the very least he didn’t act like a nancy and told her she loved her or anything – don’t even think of saying that – it would be less painful to walk out to the mid day sun.

But all coherent thoughts left his mind when she nipped at his bottom lip and he kissed her hard, not even caring at the beacon line. Why would he care when all he wanted was to taste all of her? And she had made her shut up, he had tried to do that for over a century.

Both of his arms enlaced around her figure, pushing her close to him, and as the proximity of her solid body became an unbearable temptation to him, he kissed her even harder, turning his head slightly do deepen the kiss. There was a savage need in him, and it wasn’t only because of the obvious male/female raw animal attraction, it was because she was Becca, the annoying goody-goody ghost princess. Yeah, he surely needed his head examined.

But what he did was lift her in his arms and hold her close as he run through the streets like a madman – what wasn’t much of a change for him - all the way back to his ‘crypt’…or what passed for it anyways.

When he got there…hell, where were the keys? Ah never mind as he kicked the door out of place and made up the stairs into the bedroom and tossed her into the bed.

“If we’re going this…completely and utterly insane…and very,” he grinned at her with a malicious wicked smile, “VERY WRONG, we’re doing it properly, alright? Oh, and any more bacon jokes and I’m ripping your throat open, just so you know.”

Okay, it was a hollow threat this time, but it was hard to lose the habit after over a century of bickering foreplay.

[Rebecca Ferguson]

Wow, talk about some definite superpower perks when one turned into a freakishly annoying vampire. The world blurred around her as she was promptly picked up and zoomed over to Gabe’s apartment, and Becca held on for dear life. It would more than definitely ruin the mood, if she all of a sudden toppled out of his arms and rolled down the street thanks to the wonder that was acceleration.

Then again, it would probably be a good idea to stop, right then. Maybe some rolling and smacking into a parked car was just the right direction to take. She had to remember that he was the irritating, bloodthirsty, crazy ass mofo who’d made her afterlife insane! She had to remember that he was the one who’d killed her, who drove her to the point of rabid foaming every other day, who was NEVER going to live up to her expectations—

Damn, the man could kiss. What was this, some kind of rule in the Immortal Hand Book that all supernaturals had to be hot AND be able to melt a woman’s insides in T-minus ten? Forget the craziness; he was one helluva Casanova. And man, had she forgotten how nicely ripped he was, under all those clothes. Had he been working out when she wasn’t looking?

Oh boy, she was so screwed.

With a yelp as she found herself airborne, Becca bounced on the bed a bit before her mind caught up with the movement. With a dramatic roll of her eyes when he threatened her life- now THERE was the Gabe she knew and…hated? Yeah, yeah, hated- she grabbed hold of his shirt and yanked him onto the bed with her.

“Aw, Gabe, how sweet; you’re being all chivalrous, bringing me to bed like this. I think I might vomit in the next ten seconds. Kisses!”

With a laugh, she shoved every possible righteous thought to the back of her mind, and gave into the temptation in front of her. The neighbors were probably very unhappy with them, given the amount of noise that went on, but hell if he didn’t make her wonder if she’d just died for a second time…and seen Heaven, this time.

And damn if they didn’t know her name up there, ‘cause she sure as hell heard him screaming it to the Choir. Score one for Casper.

Some hours later, she lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling while trying to convince her undead lungs to start working again. There was a pounding in the back of her skull that warned her not to keep her physical form for too much longer, but she ignored it.

“I think you killed me again.” She managed to gasp, trying to convince her legs to work. “Tell me…is that Heaven’s light, or did you knock over a lamp before?”

[gabe]

Oh this was wrong, very, very wrong.

Not to mention stupid, and not the usual Gabe level of stupidity – talking about a vampire who would happily throw himself against an army just for kicks, it was saying a lot – but he had just raised the bar on the stupid things to do list. She was that goody-goody annoying ghost who fried his ass every time he wanted to have some fun, that he was stuck with for at least the next 898 years and he couldn’t simply kill her if she got infuriatingly annoying…what was common actually.

Come on, was it so bad that he was evil? And had the hots for his ghostly warden?

Once he had jumped into that bed, all conscious thought flew out of the window. He could blame on the whiskey later? Probably not behind he’d been far from drunk…being that he was clinically dead, it wasn’t an easy task.

But as he lay down next to her, the memory of all those things they had just done still fresh on his head and causing him to grin…he didn’t quite care.

Rising his head slightly, he gave a look towards the light source and shook his head. “Not heaven Becca, I’m here and I think they have more strict rules about who gets allowed in there.”

Someone started to knock in the wall from a nearby apartment and demanded they’d be silent. All it took was Gabe yelling back that he would kill the idiot for pestering them that the knocking stopped.

“Too bad,” Gabriel smirked a little disappointed before laying his head back down and looked at Becca’s unclothed form next to him. He was far from redeemed, but damn, he was good at being bad.

[Rebecca Ferguson]

Ah man, she was definitely losing her mind; she’d actually just GIGGLED when he started howling at the guy next door playing bongos with the walls. What they’d done was wrong on so many levels, not to mention about to play merry hell with her head, when she had to reel him in, in the future. What if he used this entire experience against her? Tried to seduce her every time he did something bad? She was like freaking putty around him, and if he ever recognized that fact?

She had already hit that marker, but she could still say that she’d be dead meat. Say goodnight, world; Death just might be riding again.

Stretching with a sigh, she closed her eyes against reality’s ugly ass face. Why couldn’t she just lie there and enjoy the afterglow of the best sex she’d had in over a century? Even if she’d had corporeal form for more than a few hours, she could honestly say that she’d never find another lover as…talented as Gabriel, and gah, her aching body was definitely agreeing with that fact. She was actually feeling something other than irritation! Oh happy day!

With a mutter, she slowly rolled sideways until she could loom over him, rolling his eyes with an amused snort at his disappointed grumble. “I swear, Vlad, if you do something to mess up this moment, I will find a way to geld you.” She paused, tilted her head, and looked pointedly down at his threatened parts. “Then again…I guess I could leave you that body part and find another one.”

Truthfully, she was a bit curious as to how he’d react around her, after his little show in the alley. He’d protected her, freaked out about his protecting her, then dragged her off to his bedroom to show her how protected she should feel. The man was a walking contradiction…but he was HER walking contradiction.

Damn that voice in the back of her head. ‘Her’ vampire…ha, as if Gabriel could belong to anything but that irritating bloodlust of his. She really was a masochist.

Letting her head loll onto her arm, she transferred her gaze back up to his face, a small smile curving her lips. “I guess if you’re still looking for a fight, I have to do better next time. You should be too tired to move; forget thinking about eating the neighbors.”

[gabe]

His eyes followed the curves of her body, for someone that was dead for over a century, Becca certainly looked good. Wait too good for a certain vampire’s sanity. It was wrong, very, very wrong. Was it wrong that this little knowledge turned their dirty deed even hotter? Ah, like he was even close to being close sane after all! And he didn’t quite care to what was right or wrong.

His arms reached for her, bringing her close to him.

What did this stunt meant? That she was coming to the dark side and would happily wreak havoc with him? A crazy vampire could dream, couldn’t he? No, she was still goody-goody annoying, lightning tossing Casper.

Was that meant that he was supposed to be – he cringed – the good guy now? Hell no! What was the fun on being good? He wouldn’t be able to rebel against this stupid paladin penitence and spread the joy – read guts- around.

Okay, what you say to your ghostly warden that doesn’t make her think you gone soft and don’t make her neuter you?

He needed to do something stupid but at the same time that was suave and gentle. Gabe was never one for words…he was one for killing and creating chaos. Come on man, what does say: sorry babe, I’m evil, but I’d like to do the tango with you again?

That stupid neighbor started hitting the wall again. Frowning at the idiot that screamed he would call the cops for his threat, Gabe excused himself from the bed, wandered towards the wall and cracked his knuckles. For a moment he listened before throwing his fist at the wall and making a whole through it.

When his hand reached the other side. He grabbed the screaming idiot’s head and bashed it against the wall once, twice…soon enough he lost the count.

“Could. You. Just. Give. It. A. Rest?”

Man, he couldn’t think of anything evil to do with the man screaming at him like that.

[Rebecca Ferguson]

Oh man, just look at that ass; the thought fluttered through Becca’s mind as she watched the vampire leap out of the bed. A girl could bounce a quarter off of that thing! No, wait…maybe even a basketball. Was that physically possible? Bouncing a basketball off of a guy’s ass? Well, either way, he had the sexiest backside that she’d ever seen, alive or dead. Forget Brad Pitt or any of those other mundane actors…

As Gabe proceeded to make a fist sized peephole in the wall separating their apartments, two thoughts came into the ghost woman’s mind:
a) Holy crap, was she actually staring at Gabe’s butt and comparing it to other butts; and b) holy, HOLY crap, was she actually lying there with a ‘cat’s got the cream’ grin on her face, while her charge went to scare the hell out of the neighbor?

Oh gah! There it was! There was the reason why she couldn’t sleep with the undead, homicidal, psychopathic crazy person! She was supposed to stop him from hurting other people, and with one little bout of mind blowing sex, and she was reduced to…what? Staring at his behind like Heaven’s lights shined out of it? Great, wonderful, fantastic; she was turning right back into that damn damsel who’d gotten herself drained like a juice box.

With a grumble of unhappiness, Becca proceeded to shove herself up onto her knees, use the bed sheet as a toga and thump him on his back for a good measure. He couldn’t cuddle with her, could he? He couldn’t comment on her superb abilities in bed, or say something Gabe-like and sexy? No; he had to go and shove his hand through the wall!

”No. You. Cut. It. Out!” She copied his irritated growl and continued to whack him on the back. When that didn’t get the response she wanted, she picked up two pillows and held them up as if they were weapons of mass destruction.

”I WILL shove these pillows down your throat if you don’t let him go! Right now! Bad, Gabe, BAD!”