The Saints

Chapter 1

Daryl slowly crept through the farm house. He was looking for Hershel Greene, not many people knew, but he was running an illegal drug ring. His own daughters didn't even know about it. Daryl was there, without Connor, he was waiting in the car. They didn't think it was going to be that difficult to take out one man pushing seventy three, so Connor had told his younger twin to handle it. With his gun ready to fire, he walked into the kitchen, and realized he'd fucked up. His youngest was standing there, washing dishes. She turned around, hearing him walk in. "Who are you?" she asked, eyeing his gun slowly.

Daryl panicked; he wasn't sure what to do. He grabbed her and pulled her through the house kicking and screaming. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Connor demanded as they walked outside and he jumped into the back seat with the girl.

"Just fucking drive the car," Daryl growled, holding her down as she swore at them.

"Fucking idiot," Connor mumbled, slamming his foot down on the gas and peeling away from the house, sending gravel flying. "What the fuck do you plan to do with her?"

"How the fuck should I know? I panicked!" Daryl grunted as she caught him with a good right hook. The girl had an arm on her. "Knock it off or I'm gonna tie you up," he warned her. She huffed and crossed her arms.

"Are you those two Irish guys?" she asked. "The ones that have been killing people?"

Conner looked back at them. "She knows who we are."

"Of course she fucking knows who we are; we've been all over the news." Daryl rubbed his face. It was not supposed to go down like this. Conner drove them back into the city and back to their apartment. Daryl looked at the girl. "Are you gonna behave or do I need to knock you out?"

She huffed and crossed her arms. "I'll behave."

Daryl nodded and climbed out of the car, pulling her out behind him. He and Connor led her up the stairs to their apartment and sat her down on the couch. Connor rubbed his face, pacing as he looked at her. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Beth."

He nodded his head. "Well Beth, where is your dad?"

She narrowed her eyes at them. "Why?"

"Because he's a bad man, and if know who we are, then you know what we do to bad men." Connor put his gun on the table. "So, where is he?"

Beth shrugged. "He went on a business trip to Knoxville." She crossed her arms and sat back, crossing one leg over the other.

Connor sighed and looked at Daryl. "What do we do now?" Daryl asked.

"We could kill her."

Daryl shook his head. "We kill bad people, she's innocent. You know that." He rubbed his eyes and looked at her. "Let's just keep her for a while."

Connor swore under his breath. "Just order some fucking pizzas."

…

Beth sighed and looked around the apartment. Daryl and Connor were out doing whatever they did. They'd locked her into the apartment and handcuffed her to the table she was sitting at so she wouldn't get away. She'd been here for a week now. She hadn't wanted to believe what they said about her dad, but they'd showed her proof of the drug deals. She couldn't deny it anymore. She sighed and picked up the now cold pizza and took a bite. That's what they lived on she found out, pizza and beer and yet they were both so fit, and those Irish accents were sexy as hell.

She looked up when she heard someone at the door, it sounded like they were back. At least, she thought they were back until the door was kicked in and two men with guns walked in. "There she is," one of them said, walking over to her. Beth froze, watching them as they walked over. "She's cuffed to the chair."

"Who are you?" she asked, watching as the other man walked over.

"Associates of your father's, we've been ordered by our boss to kill you so you don't talk." He kicked out the leg of the chair the cuff was attacked to, splintering the wood. Beth screamed as she crashed to the floor. They quickly picked her up and were dragging her out when Connor and Daryl showed back up.

"I suggest you let the girl go," Daryl demanded, pointing his gun at the man holding her.

"Not a chance, Irish prick." Shots were fired and Beth was thrown roughly to the floor. She kept low but turned to watch. Connor and Daryl both took a bullet, but they gave as good as they got. The man who'd kicked the door in lay dying on the floor. The other one was bleeding from more than one place.

Daryl and Connor put him on his knees and walked behind him, putting their guns to the back of his head. In perfect synchronization they spoke. "And shepherds we shall be, for Thee my Lord for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand. Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In Nomeni Patri Et Filli Spiritus Sancti." They both pulled their triggers and the man dropped to the floor.

Daryl walked over to her while Connor started to run around the apartment, grabbing things and throwing them into bags. "Are you okay?" Daryl asked, releasing the handcuff from her wrists.

"I am, but you're not." She looked at the bullet wound on his shoulder.

"It's nothing, I'll be fine." He helped her up and led her down to the car, Connor behind him. Beth climbed into the back while they got in the front. Connor sped away. "Who were they?" Daryl asked.

They said they were associates of my dad's. They were supposed to kill me." She leaned forward on the seat and looked at Connor's right shoulder, the one he'd been shot on. "Can you get your shirt off?" she asked. They both turned and gave her a strange look. "I helped out at the clinic; I know how to patch up bodies." The boys shrugged and Daryl helped Connor get his shirt off. Beth frowned looking at the bullet wound. "Pull over up here, at that store." Conner did as she asked. "I need some money." Daryl pulled out a few larger bills and handed them to her. "Wait here."

She climbed out of the car and hurried inside, double checking to make sure she didn't have any blood on her. She quickly found everything she would need, a first aid kit, a sewing kit, bandages, extra antiseptic, she also grabbed alcohol, water, and some food, she didn't know where they were going. She quickly paid for everything, ignoring the look the cashier gave her. She hurried back to the car and jumped back into the backseat. "Okay, drive." She pulled out the first aid kit and pulled out the tweezers, ripping the package open with her teeth. "This is probably going to hurt," she warned Connor.

"S'alright little girl, do what you need to." Beth nodded her head and wedged herself between the seats as good as she could to get the best look at his shoulder. She carefully used the tweezers to pull the bullet out, being as gentle as she could. She dropped the bullet into the ash tray and put the tweezers back. She ripped her shirt off and split it into a few pieces. She grabbed the antiseptic and alcohol. She handed the latter to Daryl who opened it and gave his brother a drink before Beth poured the medication onto the wound. He groaned and tensed up.

"Sorry," she muttered, pressing a piece of her shirt against it. She didn't give any thought to the fact that she was just wearing her bra with two men who had kidnapped her. "I have to sew it up, so keep the car as steady as you can." She threaded the needle and slowly started to sew up the wound, keeping her hand as steady as she could. Daryl watched her intently as Connor drove, still sipping on the vodka she'd gotten. Once Beth had him all bandaged up, she put the needle and thread away and tapped a bandage over the wound. "There," she said, sitting back and grabbing the vodka, taking a drink. "You should be okay for a few hours. It wasn't deep so you won't bleed out." She handed the vodka back and looked at Daryl. "Your turn."

Daryl shook his head. "We're almost there, he pulled his coat off and handed it to her. "Cover up."

Beth did as she said and pulled his coat on, packing up everything she'd gotten before they pulled up to a small house out in the country. Daryl helped her out of the car and led her inside. Beth laid out all of her supplies on the table. "I'm going out, I'll be back," Connor said, getting a new shirt from the bag. "Beth, write down your sizes." Beth blushed a little but did as he told her and handed the paper back. He kissed Daryl before walking out.

She turned and looked at Daryl. "Let's get you patched up." Daryl nodded and walked over. Beth helped him get her shirt off, unable to shake the blush as so much skin was exposed. He sat on the edge of the table as she picked up the tweezers. She carefully pulled the bullet out and dropped it onto the table. Carefully she poured the medicine onto his shoulder. He hissed, his head falling back on his head as the pain set in. "Sorry," she muttered, wiping away the excess and pushing part of her shirt against it.

Beth shrugged out of his coat, the long sleeves just getting in the way. She needed her hands free. She picked up the needled and re-threaded it before gently putting a hand on his chest. She couldn't get rid of the fucking blush as he tipped his head back and looked down at her with those intense blue eyes. She bit her lip and slowly started to stitch him up. "You're good at this," he said softly, watching her work.

Beth shrugged a little. "I'm used to working on animals, but it's the same basic concept." She looked up at him as she tied off the thread. She licked her lips, noticing the way he stared at her. She shook her head and tore her eyes away from his, grabbing the bandages and tying them in place. She jumped feeling his hands on her waist, slowly moving up her sides. She looked back up at him.

"Why didn't you run?" he asked, his hands on her sides.

"What?"

"When Connor stopped at the store. You could have ran, why didn't you?" he asked.

Beth shook her head. She hadn't thought about it. "I just…it didn't cross my mind. You two were hurt…you needed my help." She looked down, slightly embarrassed. She wasn't very good at this kidnapped thing. "Thank you, by the way, for saving me."

Daryl tipped her head up, staring down at her with those blue diamond eyes. "You're a good person," he told her. Beth stared at him. Something was happening to her. She licked her lips again, watching his eyes flash to them. He started to lean in and Beth was more than okay with that. Psychologists would call is Stockholm syndrome, but when his lips touched hers, she didn't care. She moaned softly against his lips, her hands running up to his hair. He stood up and walked over to a chair, pulling her with him, kissing her as he sat down and pulled her over him so she was straddling his hips.

His hands ran up her bare sides, over the cups of her bra, giving her breasts a light squeeze before they ran around to her back, deftly undoing the clasp. Beth let the bra fall from her arms and Daryl tossed it onto the table. They broke away, needing air. She rested her forehead against his as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Beth moaned, her hips rocking against his as he teased her nipples into hard peaks, pinching them lightly. His eyes flashed up to hers. "Are you okay with this?" he asked.

Beth nodded her head quickly. "Please," she begged, rolling her hips against him. She could feel him getting hard in his jeans. He licked his lips and slid his hands around her ass, picking her up as he stood. "Daryl, your shoulder." He shouldn't be carrying her.

"Is fine," he told her as he carried her into the next room and laid her out on the couch. Beth bit her lip, staring up at him as he looked down at her. "So fucking beautiful," he whispered, kneeling between her legs. Beth put one on the back of the couch, the other going to the floor as he rested himself in the cradle of her hips. He kissed her again, his hands going to her jeans. Beth arched her hips off the couch so he could pull them down, running her fingers through his hair.

She knew what she was doing was crazy. This man she was about to have sex with had kidnaped her, taken her away from her dad. But, he'd also saved her life and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to him. She gasped, her hips arching when she felt his hard cock press against her. She hadn't even realized he'd kicked off his jeans. She looked up at him, her hands tangled in his hair, both panting and starting to sweat as they stared at each other.

"Last chance," he warned her.

She shook her head, running one hand down between them, stroking him, guiding him to her. "I want you." He groaned, his eyes snapping shut as she eased him into her body. Beth closed her eyes, let her head fall back as he filled and stretched her. He started a slow rhythm, giving them both a chance to adjust to the sensations. Beth's nails bit into his back as he rocked against her, his hard cock filling her pussy so nicely.

"You're heaven," he whispered to her, his accent thicker with the intense sensations running through him. Beth wrapped her legs around him, moaning as he slammed deep into her. She got lost in the feeling of him filling her again and again. When she felt her orgasm rip through her, her back arched off the couch, her nails drew blood, her voice caught in her throat, and stars danced in front of her eyes. Daryl fell on top of her, both of them sweaty and gasping for air. Beth ran her fingers through his hair as the air cooled them.

He quickly grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch when they heard Connor walk back in. He looked at them on the couch. "Well alright then," Connor said with a smirk, looking at them. "How long as this been going on?"

Beth blushed and buried her head in Daryl's chest, embarrassed. "Since you left?" Daryl smirked a bit at his brother.

Connor nodded his head. "Well, I hope you two had fun." He took the bags to the kitchen and put them down. "Clothes, food, and guns."

Daryl slowly eased himself off of Beth, making sure to keep her covered. He pulled his jeans back on and walked over to the table. Beth wrapped the blanket around herself and followed him, padding barefoot to the kitchen. "Thanks," she said, taking the clothes Connor handed her. "I'm just gonna go put these on."

Daryl smirked watching her walk off. Connor looked at him. "What?"

"You're going to make things complicated," Connor warned him.

Daryl sighed and nodded his head. "I know."