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Chapter 11: (Vincent)

That night and all the next day they were left unbothered by everyone else as if Bo and Lester just knew not to disturb them. Vincent's face somewhat heated up at the thought. Marly was sweet and lovable, kind, beautiful..she was someone he could and would love forever if she would give him that long. She was sleeping, curled up against his chest as thought her body craved him while she was asleep as she did awake. He stroked her hair concentrating on her breathingand hoped it would lull his restless mind to sleep he just couldn't get the image of her naked form out of his head. Him pinning her down her on him Vincent thought he would be alone and a monster forever. But he had Marly and he would have her for a long time. She rolled over sighing in her sleep leaving a cold spot against his ide where she had previously nestled. He took the opportunity to look past the heavy blanket tacked to the window.

When did it get dark, He thought. There was a soft knock at the door and Vincent quickly put on his pants as quietly as possible he didn't want to wake Marly. He cracked the door to see Lester standing there.

"Should prolly change Bo's gauze for the night." Vincent nodded once and pressed his mask back in place. He may have been more comfortable about his face to Marly but there was almost no better feeling than sliding the cool wax on his skin and feeling security..feeling safe. He threw on his shirt also not wanting to give Bo any reason to leer at him. When he was down the stairs he was surprised to see Bo sitting up and taking the gauze off himself.

"What are you doing?" He asked softly coming forward hesitantly years of habitually tiptoeing around Bo and his temper making him cautious. Lester sat silently in the rocking chair neither agreeing nor disagreeing as most he usually did.

"What does it look like? I'm taking the bandages off!" He snapped, "Lester make me some of those leftover tacos, will ya? I'm starving." Lester sauntered off to the kitchen leaving the twins to eye each other sizing up as always. Bo's loud and daring comments, Vincent's strong but silent hesitations. Would it always be this way, Vincent wondered.

"Let me."

Bo huffed but stopped, allowing Vincent to unwind the gauze and clean the wound with excellently experienced fingers. Vincent was usually calm when someone was hurt whether fatally or not. He could htink straight never cried or flustered like everyone else and worked as calmly and quickly as he could to fix the problem. He just had that doctor instinct like his father..he rebandaged the rapidly healing split on Bo' head.

"Whaddya want to drink?" Lester yelled from the kitchen.

"Beer."

Vincent cleaned the supplies and Lester came in carrying Marly's leftover tacos steaming on a place and a bottle of beer. Bo tucked in and Vincent figured that was his dismissal so he put the aid kit back by the TV and turned to go but Bo's voice stopped him.

"How does it look?" He paused. "My head?" Vincent cleared his throat noisily.

"Healing."

"Lester leave us a a minute." Vincent start what would Bo say to him that he couldn't say in fron of Lester too? But Lester being the ever 'respectable' brother left the room without another word.

"So how was it?" he smirked through chewing his tacos. VIncent was shocked did he really just-

"Yes, I just asked how your lay..or lays rather was?" Vincent didn't know what to say.

"Good?" Bo laughed.

"Well good. How long do you think until I can get up and moving again?" Vincent breathed a sigh of relief finally something he was comfortable talking about.

"Few days at least."

Bo's eyes suddenly went distant "Yeah, good. Few more days." As Vincent fled to the kitchen to make a glass of iced tea he wondered what was so exciting in a few days? He returned upstairs to a blinking Marly. She stretched all wide eyed and cute like a started puppy. She smiled and drank some tea he brought her.

"Thanks. Mask is on I see."

Vincent didn't say anything for fear he would say something wrong. Bo had told him that girls were like puzzles they said one thing but meant another usually a man stayed quiet and gave her gifts to avoid a fight. VIncent had thought that ridiculous until he was around Marly a little more. He was getting better at reading her body language. He peeled off the mask and set it on the table. She smiled.

"What took so long?"

"Rebandaged Bo. He should be walking around soon , going back to normal."

"That's great." She took ahold of his hand and gently tugged him beside her She curled up against his side once more and breathed in the scent of her hair. He thought it funny whe he found her doing the same.

"What time is it?" She mumbled against his chest.

"Almost 9..night."

"Night? Already?" He smiled against her bedhead.

"We've been busy."

"A little too busy I'm a little rubbed raw down..there I need a shower." He hopped up quickly a little too quickly as Marly was somewhat dropped to the bed.

"Wha-?" She started but gave a squeak when VIncent lifted her easily into his arms and too them to the bathroom across the hall. After starting the shower he caught Marly's mouth on his reveling in the feel of her soft warm lips moving in sync with him. His hands trailed down her sides as his fingers played with her hipbones just above her underwear. She moaned softly into his mouth and he lifted her up onto the counter stepping between her lefgs as his body took over his mind already knowing what they wanted. He gently removed her underwear as steam started to lift around them. He sighed into her mouth as his hands found her sensitive skin making her shiver in delight.

"Still sore?" he asked in a throaty growl already feeling her wetness peak through as his fingers softly teased.

"Not so much." She laughed, leaning back on the counter bracing herself up with her hands. They were both naked a heartbeat or two later. Vincent probed at her slick heated entrance loving the patient expression on her face. Like she wanted to tell him to hurry but was composing herself. Flesh met flesh as he slowly sunk into her and she gasped lifting her lips slightly already begging for more.

"I love you, Vincent." She whispered and he kissed her deeply relieved that someone would even say that to him of all people. He grabbed her butt and lifted so he could plunge into her harder, faster like the other times. He tried to hold his release wanting to wait for the blissful feeling of Marly's explosion around him wanting her to share this feeling with him. Her moans got louder and she clung to him burying her face into his throat as he pounded against her feeling her inside clench against him and there it was..the burst of heat that he longed for. He moaned her name as he came following after her in sweet pleasure. He opened his eyes to her wickedly smiling at him.

"Showertime." She grinned.

(Lauren)

She glanced at the big clock above the bar yet again it was a noisy Thursday night. Almost ten, she told herself, you'll be out by ten-thirty and you can just go home and rest. Maybe watch practical magic again with some hot tea screw all these drunk bastards. It was so busy at Shot's they had to call in four of the other waitresses who also worked a little more than part-time. Holly, Tiffany, Rose, and Britney all had their own reasons working here Lauren's was just to get by it would be easier now that she didn't have to pay Ethan anymore she found when she thought of Bo her 'urges' subsided even though she was sure he would come back to see her as he had promised.

"Bastard." she mumbled.

"What?" A dumb bitch mumbled back at her. Lauren smiled sweetly.

"i said, May I get you anything else, beautiful?" This woman was quite the opposite of beautiful but Lauren was willing to lie for her tip.

"Just a check."

"You go it." She handed the woman her check and quckly refilled the next tables sweet tea. before collecting her cash. Hmm, fifteen dollars not bad.

"Lauren!" She turned, searching for Rose. "Yeah?" she called back to her.

"You got a visitor..in the back." Her heart leapt..Bo? He came to see her!

"Maybe not a bastard after all." she muttered, moving past the dancing people to the back storage areas.

She flung open the door and walked in just time for a woman to slam the door shut behind her. Lauren's veins iced over as she looked at the six foot tall amazon barbie that was her ex step mother, Claire. Her blonde curls were widly kept and her bright green eyes looked crazy. She came back just like she said she would.

Lauren spun to the door but was suddenly yanked back by her hair.

"Jimmy!" Lauren shouted even though she knew no one would hear her over the jukebox. Claire's hand went over her mouth and Lauren winced when her fingernails scraped her scalp, tightening her grip in her roots.

"What do you want?" Lauren hissed.

"Oh, honey," her voice was dripping with false sweetness." I want to break every bone in your body and then I'm going to stab you over and over again until you bleed out your last breath. Maybe I'll chop you up into little pieces after and feed you to the fish." Claire tightened her grip on her hair and Lauren tried to yank out of her grasp. Claire pushed her head, slamming her forehead into the cement wall.

Lauren gasped seeing stars and her legs no longer ssupported her. She fell into a pathetic heap on the floor. She wiped her forehead feeling her stomach roll when her fingers came back sticky with blood.

"Crazy bitch." Lauren gasped. Claire leaned down to Lauren's level so Lauren got a view of ankle black leather boots her skinny jeans tucked in under them.

"And if you even think about going to the police or anyone else your little friend..Ethan is it? Well, he'll meet the same fate you will." She stood, fixing her coat and hair. "Clean yourself up. I'm going to enjoy hunting you down." Claire left making sure to step on Lauren's fingers on the way out. Fuck! Lauren gritted her teeth and wiped the few spots of blood up with her sleeve. She had to get to the bathroom before anyone saw her. Her killer instincts took over she pretended she just had to clean up yet again after one of her 'slips'. Head down, she rushed to the ladies room looking into every stall. She finally looked up into the mirror when everything was clear. There was just a small slit on her forehead nothing her bangs couldn't cover. She wet a paper towel and dabbed at it with shaky fingers.

Lauren slightly laughed of course that bitch of a barbie couldn't do much damage. Her bangs were covering her wound and she washed her hands. She was going to torure Claire worse than any killer before her and she would enjoy every minute of it. But she had to do it fast before Claire got her hands on Ethan. He was her only real friend. The door s squeaked open and Lauren saw a tallish, slender girl with long, wavy red hair. She was holding out a band-aid.

"Hi Lauren. I'm Andrea..I think we can help each other."