Dream smiled at her sudden change of heart.  Grabbing Xavia by the wrist she teleported until she found themselves outside the creeps house.  They were standing on the front lawn now.  Dream was still invisible to the world.  Son of  bitch.  Dream thought as she sat the guy in front of a window.  He was sitting in a chair drinking scotch and watching the Knicks game.  His wife or whoever brought him another drink.  The man barely acknowledged her, he was so glued to the game on tv.

This was the guy?  This asshole?  She was trying to conjure up any feelings of sympathy for what they were about to do. Dream grabbed Xavia and teleported her around the side of the house so that they were in the shadows.  Then, she teleported back in front of the large window.  A vindictive smirk spread across her face as she tellported inside.  "CAMELO ANOTHONY DRAINS THE THREE POINT SHOT ND THE KNICKS ARE NOW UP BY 2! 56 SECONDS FOLKS THIS GAME COULE GO EITHER WAY...." The tv shouted behind her.  She took a moment to admire what a scumbag this guy was before she grabbed him by the shoulders causin him to scream send his drink flying.  Dream teleported himse outside where Xavia stood.

They were beside Xaiva now and Dream kneed him in the stomach just for good measure.  He had no idea what was happening, but suddenly this invisible force just drove all of the air out of him.  Then he looked up and saw Xavia.  "You!"  He cried in anger Dream had already snatched out her police baton and brought it down on the back of his neck.  She kicked him in the back of his legs so he'd drop to his knees.  "Tell him how what he made you feel."  Dream said simply.  She was serious.  She wanted her to confront this scumbag and get past it.  There was a mighty asskicking in store for this guy, but first she wanted her to face her attacker and summon the courage to stand up to him.

"Yes, it is me. I see you remember." Something snapped within her brain... A fracturing of sorts where the real Xavia was shoved aside by someone different, someone vile and disgusting, an angry state of being. She knelt down, the scent of rotting vegetation filling the air as she curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt. "How would you like if I make you feel helpless? Hmm? Slip you drug...? T'at be nice? Yes... Mmmm, I have just t'e t'ing too."

"Help me hold him down..." She said.

This freaky Xavia shoved the man to his back and straddled his abdomen. "Somet'ing potentially deadly like you do to me... Very fitting yes?" Her hand is lifted palm facing herself, and she made a show of studying the scarred flesh of her palm. She started to speak in a sing song way, "Atropa Belladonna... Deadly nightshade... Used to be used as medicine... But no longer because danger. But used in just... T'e right amount?" She gave a low chuckle. The whole time she spoke, the light green stem of the nightshade curled around her wrist, leaves unfurrowing as said stem darkened and turned brown. Bursts of purple flowers exploded open with dainty ridges, their deep color only darkened by the night.

A few berries formed, she picked one and brought it to her lips. "It won't do a t'ing to me..." She smiled sardonically, then crushed the berry against the flesh of her lips, smearing the juice like lip balm. A foul stench filled the air. She shook the rest of the plant from her and it merely shriveled and died but for the single berry smeared across the lips he had crushed under his not so long ago.

She brought her mouth down to his, forcing him to taste of the disgusting devil's cherry until she felt he had enough... Then she sat up, panting. "Wasn't t'at nice, hmm? I promise, you will not die. You will wish you had, t'ough. I will haunt your dreams... I will f*cking torment you in your sleep... I will make you feel less t'an human..." Xavia squeezed his cheeks to make his mouth open in a funky way, not giving one crap about him struggling against her and Kendra.

She waited until the berry took affect, when the pupils of his eyes pooled and became glassy, and he seemed to relax, before she moved to lay next to him. One hand moved to stuff his shirt into his mouth, pressing her hand firmly over that but not over his nose. She reached down with her other hand... We know where this is going... She did that thing with the thorns and sank them into certain flesh that shall not be named... Crooning into his ear as he weakly struggled, "Does it feel good, you bastard?" She squeezed harder until she felt the warmth of his blood soaking through his jeans, then hauled her fist back and slammed it down... Just once...

Xavia could have kept going; could have given him tenfold at that moment, the pain he gave her. But she stopped. She calmly stood up and started to walk away. If she didn't pull herself back now, she knew that the fragile hold she had on her humanity would forever vanish.