I'm re-posting this chapter with some editing that's why you got the notice of new chapter sorry

So folks here it is a new chapter it took me while to get it right. So sorry for the wait, and from here on in things will be going a little faster and because I made you all wait I have combined two chapters into one thanks. As always folks reviews are wanted, welcomed.

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Thumps *Rumbles* Mumbles*

There was a thump and both mama and gator grumbled low at the unfamiliar noises, Cypress woke and in a moment of sleep addled brain function sat up and instinctively went to see what was wrong, but as her hand touched the door knob her brain clicked on, the noises registering as Dahlia just doing her nightly wake up cypress thumping dream sesseon.

Cy turned back to her bed flopping down face first she buried her face in the pillow as she listened to Dahlia, thrashing about. The cabin wall separating their rooms did little more than distort her mumbled sleep talking, just odd muffled moans and grunts followed by an occasional thump of the head board hitting the wall as Dahlia thrashed around. Cypress sighed between hogs, Dahlia and Silvio's incessant fighting this last week she was lucky if she got 2 hours a night to sleep.

A week of Dahlias and Silvio's endless arguments had left her with no place to find peace and had their freezers over stocked with gator and boar and anything else she could shoot or reach out and grab and wring its neck.

Derrel had become part of her hunting party after she been out in a far off channel when she had spotted the silent boy trying to swing a 12 foot gator into a piro which he managed to fall out of. she watched him struggle to reenter the piro and keep the lined gator. Sliding her own boat up and helping him, since then, every day after school Darrel would climb in her boat and the two would spend the day in swamp.

Silent like the grave never speaking but somehow the two managed communicate they had silently managed to fill all of his tags and hers, Darrel's company was welcome as she avoiding Dahlia and Silvio who's fights had reached the point that left Cypress positive that soon she be sawing one or both for gator bait depending on who got done by who ,or she snapped and just did them in herself.

She again heard Dahlia's head board slam into the wall and Cy swore she heard dahlia call out the word happy. Grunting Cypress grabbed her pillow and buried her head under it willing sleep back.

Blood has a grasp even in dreams

He was buried in her deep his hips thrust forwards her wrist gripped in his iron grip behind her torqued spine forcing her face down ass up he pounded into her pulling her back by her hip and pinned wrists over and over. Her face alternated between suffocation in the sheets or the heated friction of them against her cheek creating heat that seemed to converge and ribbon over her skin and joined the burning of her strained and stretched out shoulders into her swaying breast, melding into her core and blooming into a suffocating pleasured pain induced orgasm that was just beyond her grasp; it lingered and tortured with each thrust in it seemed to lick at her ,promise her the relief she so desperately wanted only to be waved over in pain as he left her.

She was awash in the contradicting sensations, struggling to find leverage to keep him buried deep so that she could find the bliss, when it all twisted up somehow and sheet became pools of blood and began filling her mouth and nose the copper taste hit her tongue and she finally found that release even as she choked it waved out and she rode it waiting for the crash.

Blood engulfed around them rising in small crashing waves of red, higher and higher till there was nothing to do but drown in it, as she felt it all closing in her bliss peeked and blackness engulfed as she struggled to breath in the slick suffocation of blood she reveled in it. Till she suddenly felt no restraint she was free floating seeking the surface Happy's grip was gone, at this sudden realization panic replaced the ebbing wave of bliss she struggling against it she found herself awake eyes popping open.

Batty stared up at the mesh netting her breath ragged and un even she drew in air deep. The sun was being to peek and it filtered in bring with it the humid sticky heat of the swamp, she could hear the whorl of the ceiling fan the ebbing sounds of the night life coming in threw the slatted windows of her room, her brain kept bouncing from one thing to another her breath ragged an labored from the night mare.

This was the first time happy had been a part of one of her nightmares and it left her more than a little unsettled, it seemed the longer she staid still the more vivid and fucking twistedly dark they became. batty forced her body to stillness as she drew in deep breaths forcing her heart to slow down she became aware of the ache of unsatisfied lust, her thighs clenched tight trying to ease the throb, her figure's clawing the sheets below her.

The sheen of sweat that covered her seemed to electrify as the fans wind swirled and brushed across her. Making even more unfocused as her over heated body pulled her into darker places , the last few weeks of down time were cluttering up in her head making her restless making her itch for that fixed rush she only got from killing or at Happy's hands ;her body hummed with the need she craved the quite that the act brought. It was a balm the closer she was, the bloodier it was, the more she gave into that urge to lose control the better she felt.

With happy she seemed to find the same peace by allowing him to physically control her and push her beyond her body till she had no will, no want. She was nothing but a puppet in his hands begging him for the next sensation, the next pained pleasured act.

It was like a going over a water fall the ride was turbulent a rush of endorphins till she was shattered against the pool of water below drowning and all that was left was the thrum of her flesh as it ebbed in fading everything else out.

Batty found herself jumping out of bed it was close to 4 in the morning she grabbed her laptop maneuvering threw the dark cabin as quietly as she could she found her way out to the docked boats Setting up her portable SAT she linked up to the account and began scanning through till one job popped out to her . She submitted it and began going through all the clients info finding him to be an acceptable choice she reviewed his hit, a revenge kill which meant the client wanted a drawn out kill his directives were grim and bloody she had found her fix.

Just as she went to log off a message from juice appeared in her screen

(Looking for Intel contact ASAP )

(Will contact in 24 hours)

She shut the lid of her lap top reached for a smoke as she lit it she starred out at the fading stars her brain working over and over how shit wrong her plan to get cypress out had gone. School had been a bad idea the likely hood of Cy connecting with the locals teens was not the way to go, Cypress was a different breed of beast.

She was raised to be separate, self-sufficient. The girl was entity of her own making; she thought of the world as hunting grounds she was geared to see weakness and target it. As much as Dahlia would like to be able to ignore it the girl was bred and nurtured to be a killer.

Dahlia heard the garbled calls of the gators their eyes red beads floating in the black water pulled at her she had always felt a king ship with the beasts as she watched the red eyes appear and disappear in the black slate water a new plan emerged the ideas just forming into a map in her head, a map that took her straight to Charming. There was just one problem Silvio.

Ok real quick blurb from me this is the next chapter but I'm posting it as one and just because I think it's weird as shit how my brain works,

I thought I'd share... this entire next bit was written to Bruno Mars doo wops and hooligans generally not really someone I listen too, often but my kid came over and just plopped her headphones on my head and suddenly it all came out .

Bad instincts

Cypress stood in the center of the cabin her grandfather facing her, Mama was growling at him from Cy's right side and Gator was on her left facing back head cocked teeth bared a low timbered rumble facing Dahlia who was behind Cy it had taken a week but finally the guns were drawn.

Cypress had come back from a hunt with Darrel to hear them yet again arguing, as she had stepped into the cabin the guns had been draw and some instinct had forced her feet forward till they stopped her between the cocked and loaded barrels.

"NO" Cy's voice held the same rasp of her beasts more bark then actual word, she felt Dahlia drop her arm, Gator stepped in closer his rumble warning fading slowly but he had placed himself at Cy's back his large black pooled eyes never leaving Dahlia.

"Cypress go pack we're leaving "Dahlia spat it out the tone of her voice flat mono tone rolled across Cypress's spine leaving her cold, her stomach clenched.

Silvio still had his gun raised if he pulled the trigger the bullet it spat out would pass right threw her shoulder into Dahlia, and it was something he would do Cypress had no misconception on this, it would not be the first time the old man had shot her.

the first time had been she was about 8 and learning how to take care of injuries he'd walked up to her and shot her with a 22 in the leg and told her to patch up she could still feel the pliers she had used to dig the bullet free with and the stench of her burning flesh as she laid a red hot blade to Cauterize it; but that had been an easy lesson from Silvio.

The second time he had shot her she had defied him. A small defiance but still she had uttered the word "no" at his command to kill a sickly pup from Mama's litter.

For years she had had nightmares of him as he'd pulled his gun his eyes looked like they looked at this moment flat pools of winter ice, he'd aimed and pulled the trigger blowing the pups skull to pieces which had been imbedded along with the bullet in her upper arm. She was positive that she had canine DNA embed in her still, maybe that was why she was so in tune with the beasts.

She looked at her grandfather one more time winter ice met her gaze and instinct moved her without effort, her feet of their own volition moved placing her directly in front of Dahlia her grandfather eyes shifted, his eyes dilated at her movement, his jaw shifting Cy's instinct forced her body into motion.

Cypress swung around her eyes meeting Dahlias she dropped down as her mother swung her gun up. The pop sound of the bullet leaving the barrel seemed muffled by the hot muggy air in the cabin. As Cypress dropped to the ground both Mama and Gator seemed to close in around her their mass compressing her and forcing her breath out in a rush, forcing her head up to pull in the forced out breath. She found Dahlia was still standing her eyes bright a look of excitement fluttered across her face, her tongue lapping at her lip. Cypress heard a wet thick choked breath followed by a slumping thud of Silvio's body hitting the floor behind her. She stayed crouched; her mother's face fascinated her.

The look that passed over her face left Cy breathless; she had never seen such depth in her mother or Silvio at that moment for the briefest whisper Dahlia had seemed living emotion. Cy saw pleasure, victory and satisfaction filter through along with something she could not quite name but she knew it was as hot and humid as the air around them. And then it was gone.

To be replaced with the same cold hard stare of ice that Silvio had worn as her gun arm came down sliding the safety back on, the cabin door opened slowly and there stood Derrel his eyes swept the room landing behind Cy causing her to turn and finally see Silvio's body, he was slumped against the base of the sofa blood seeping out from below his chin Dahlia had shot him threw the throat there was blood splattered across the back of the sofa his gun still clutched in his hand his thumb on the safety.

"He's leakin on the rug" his face was pensive as he looked over the room he turned his whole body towards Dahlia his large frame filled the whole door the fading sun illuminating him his voice was a southern drawled timber.

"I'll takem out gators make short work of em"as he finished the statement Cypress snapped away from Silvio's body her eyes going to Dahlia who was sliding her figure over the safety and raising her arm instinct kicked her feet in motion once more again placing cypress in front of the barrel of a gun.

"Ma I'm getting damn tired of bein on this end of a gun" Dahlia's eyes dilated strangely more her so that her mouth formed a smile as Cy grumbled the words out.

"Ma ? Ma, that's got to be a first" Dahlia sighed out, she shook her head looking over at Derrel.

"Autistic my ass! Fuckit….. Gator bait it is, Then we're gone" the safety clicked back in place and Cy felt tension ease out of her again.

She felt her beasts squeezing her in between them her hands found their velvet bumped ears and she felt them literally slump with ease against her legs their shoulders rippling with the released tension against the back of her thighs only to tense up at the sound of Derrels voice.

"Where we headed?"

Can anyone explain how Bruno Mars could possibly inspire me to write this?

Any shrinks on fan fic? I'm serious LOL