Hey again people. Currently I'm trying to kick this weird obsession I have with Kick-Ass, Let Me In, and anything vampires for some time now but it's proving difficult. During that process this story wouldn't be ignored. I thought of it one day when I was listening to Vampires Will Never Hurt You by My Chemical Romance. I'm hoping this will be my last fic on any of those subjects for my sake but there is a chance it won't be. Already I'm getting another idea as I write this! Anyways, here is the first chapter. I'm going to try and get each one out every day or every other day so I can be done with it. I'll have to try and give my self some other creative writting source besides this. Hope you like it. Any types of reviews are welcome whether you hate it or like it but please R&R. Thanks! Oh, and yes, I realize the title mirrors my name. I did that on purpose.

We ran down the street in pursuit of a robber. We had caught him stealing from the bank and chased him a few blocks. He stumbled a lot so I knew he was getting tired. We had him for sure. Dave pushed into a burst of speed, catching up to the guy. He pulled out his baton and cracked the loser over the head. He flew forward from the momentum and crashed straight into the pavement.

I skidded to a halt with a grin. Dave bent to pick up the bag of money and I walked over to tie the guy to a nearby lamp post. I flipped out the emergency phone we used only on patrol and told the police where to find this newest lowlife we caught. When I returned the phone back to my belt I turned to Dave.

"So was that the last one? Did you want to call it a night?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I have work tomorrow and you have school," he reminded me.

"It's only a month left and it's my last year. There isn't anything really important going on," I grumbled. He shrugged.

"Still, you need your sleep," he replied. I turned away and began walking in the direction of the safe house. I hated when he treated me like I was still twelve. We've been doing this hero business together for six years now. Ever since we met when he first started, daddy died, and we killed Frank, and a year later Chris, D'Amico. He got a lot better with my training and we quickly became a force to be reckoned with. Any heroes that sprung up when Kick-Ass did didn't hesitate to quit or were just killed. Dave and I were the last ones now.

"Mindy, I'm sorry," he whispered hesitantly. I heard his honesty and knew he meant it because he addressed me by my name. I sighed.

"It's fine. Let's just get to headquarters," I replied with a small smile. He returned it and we walked on in silence. When we got back, we changed out of our suits. As I returned mine to its case I stopped to study it. After all these years I basically kept my original design except once I grew I had to make a bigger suit that would fit. The old one was barely holding together anyway. Now, it was black to better hide at night. I changed my belt to yellow and added Kevlar to my suit. My wig was still purple and I still had the same mask. I ditched the skirt though. I felt that it resembled a kid. I guess I basically looked like Big Daddy; just a smaller, girl version. I felt proud to look like him.

"Admiring it again?" Dave asked over my shoulder. My only answer was a silent nod. I shut the case, stood, and turned to him.

"Yeah, I was. You have a problem with it?" I asked challengingly. He laughed, knowing I was joking with him. I could tell he was relieved that I wasn't going to lapse into brooding.

"Yes, I do have a problem with that. What are you going to do now?" he responded, taking a few steps forward to stand right in front of me. I knew I was pretty short when we first met but I grew in the following years while he didn't. Now my eyes were level with his nose. I smirked and stared at him defiantly.

"This is coming from someone who hasn't changed their look in years. Well, what about another sparring match?" I asked.

"Ok," he complied. Right when the words left his mouth I already had his arm behind his back. I swiped his legs out from under him and threw him to the ground. I sat on his stomach and held him down. He looked surprised but then he grinned.

"I win," I stated. He pushed me over and tried to hold me down but I managed to get out of his grasp and pin him down again.

"I win again," I said.

"Ok fine, you win," he responded. I laughed and let him up. He jumped at me and pinned me down.

"How did I know you were going to do that?" I asked.

"You know me too well," he replied, leaning closer. I smiled and met his lips halfway. His grip loosened on me and then he pulled away. Fighting and Dave were my two favorite things in the world. I don't think I could live without either of them. Since I met Dave I had a thing for him. I denied it for three years before I realized my feelings for him wouldn't go away. I kissed him on a rooftop when we were out on patrol and was excruciatingly embarrassed. I figured I should give it a shot since Katie dumped him a year before so I was surprised when he returned my feelings. From then on we've been together. I realized our feelings could easily be a weakness when fighting but it could also make it worth fighting for.

"Dave, if you hadn't met me, what do you see yourself doing?" I asked. He hummed in thought and rested next to me on his side. He held himself up on his elbow.

"Probably still working but bored as hell. Life is way too exciting this way," he replied.

"Yeah, I don't know what I would do besides this," I said, random occupations running through my head.

"Honestly, I can't see you doing anything else," he said.

"I wouldn't want to do anything else," I corrected him. We lied on the floor a while longer, talking about how much time had passed before we left to head home. We've been living together for a little while now. Marcus died not too long ago trying to apprehend an angry drunk driver. After the crash, the driver, scared to be put in jail, jumped from his car with a gun and started firing. Marcus was hit. He was written up as DOA. I cried for days but Dave was there for me. Just goes to show that people were complete jack asses. I have to admit, it gave me fighting fuel for days though. I pushed the unwanted topic to the back of my mind. I went straight to bed when we got home. Dave followed suit and together we went to sleep.

The next morning we got up early. Dave dropped me off at school before driving off to work. I dragged myself through school, only looking forward to getting out and going on patrol at night. Dave picked me up and we swung by a fast food place before going home. We ate, relaxed, watched a movie, tidied up the house, and then left to the safe house. We suited up and began our patrol. Barely anything happened besides a mugger beating someone up in an alley. We broke that up pretty fast. We spent the whole night searching and came up empty. Then we sat on the roof where we had shared our first kiss. We liked to hang out there some nights. I sighed in irritation.

"So, what the fuck do we do now? I came out here looking for a fight and no one is out!" I exclaimed. Dave opened his mouth to reply but whatever he was going to say was cut off by a scream. I jumped to my feet and ran to the edge of the roof. The shadow of a figure darted out of an alley across the street.

"Damn, we need to get over there," I said as I sprinted to the fire escape. Dave ran to catch up. I jumped off the ladder a few feet up and landed in a roll. I climbed to my feet and ran to the alley. I skidded to a stop when I got there. Dave almost ran into me. He caught sight of what I was staring at and gasped. A bloody, mangled, body was spread out next to a dumpster. The neck was missing a huge chunk like it was torn out. I heard Dave gag behind me. I stepped forward to get a better look.

"The wound isn't even dripping blood. That's odd. There isn't nearly enough blood covering the ground to suggest the body bled out," I muttered. Dave gave me a look.

"What, you don't think I haven't seen a body bleed out?" I asked.

"No, you probably have," he said, shaking his head.

"Let's go. We can't be found here," I stated, tugging on his arm as I passed him. Back at the safe house we sat in silence, wondering what we had witnessed.

"I haven't seen anyone murdered in that way," I said suddenly.

"That worries me. You've seen almost everything," Dave responded. I nodded thoughtfully.

"What worries me is the fact that it looked like the victim was attacked by some kind of animal. Not anything a human is capable of with a weapon," I said. Dave quickly dropped the conversation in favor of what to eat. We decided on dinner at home and after, I turned on the news. I sat, watching avidly, hoping something would come up about the murder. I was just about to give up when the subject was breached. They reported that the body was examined but they didn't know how the victim was murdered.

"That's bull shit. There were teeth marks on that body," I grumbled.

"What?" Dave asked as he stepped into the room.

"They say they don't know how the guy was killed. They're probably trying to hide any evidence that may upset the public. I think its bull shit," I repeated. He sat next to me heavily, making me bounce. I threw my hand out in an attempt to keep myself from being launched off the couch. I glared at him.

"What?" he said with a clueless expression. I shook my head and sighed.

"I'm going to bed. Are you coming?" I asked him over my shoulder. I was already walking out.

"Yeah, wait for me," he replied, turning off the TV, getting up, and following me out. I made myself comfortable in Dave's arms and then turned my thoughts back to the victim. I kept getting the oddest feeling. I hope we didn't find anything like that again in the future.