Killers not-so baby girl
Summary: A sequel to 'Killers baby girl', this is a collection of one-shots throughout the years of Bramty growing up within the club. Set before season 1 has started but I have included some of the details like Donna's death and the birth of Abel and Thomas early on. This version Donna, Kenny and Ellie die in a car crash. Tara never left town and she is the mother of Abel and Thomas who are similar age to Bramty. Clay is also more of a family man then in the TV series.
A/N : Sorry it's been so long since my last update. I've been working on part 3 of this series and that's taken me longer than I expected. I'm also returning to school right now so it's been a busy few weeks!
Only a few more chapters of part 2 left and then I'll upload part 3 of the series which is based off of TVD events !!!! Last chance to let me know if there are scenes or things you want me to incorporate into a chapter!
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Chapter 33
Bramty couldn't help the small excited smile on her face as she watched Dad move around the bar setting up his tattoo machine. While this wasn't her first tattoo, the excitement for the new ink was present nonetheless. Meaning behind the ink didn't matter much either when it came to diminishing her excitement for the form of art she was sure that she had a slight addiction to.
It was one of the first things since before Angel's death that had given her pure joy.
And nobody was about to ruin that for Bramty right now.
Dad looked up at her and nodded that he was ready for her to take a seat - which she did instantly. Bramty held out her left arm to her father who began disinfecting it from the inside of her elbow down to her wrist.
After all, the number one rule of tattoo's was to have a clean base for the ink or otherwise you'll fuck the whole thing up.
Her slight OCD father wasn't one to ever forget that step.
"I can't believe I'm actually adding to this" He muttered with an odd look on his face that Bramty figured looked like he was waring between pride and concern... maybe slight disbelief as well?
Bramty shrugged a shoulder careful to not move as he started up the machine and brought the needle to her skin. "Eh" she wasn't all that concerned about her growing number of kills. It wasn't like she was going around hurting innocent, undeserving people. No, she had killed people who hurt her and her family. The people taken by her hand had been far from innocent, likely with their own much larger kill tally's.
The buzzing sound of the machine filled the somewhat quiet bar as everyone was either out in the garage working or doing something on one of the rare 'days off' that the club members had little club business to take care of.
To her surprise, much like the first time she got a tattoo, it didn't hurt.
The needles felt like scratches on her skin and her Dad's hold on her arm was comforting, making sure she that even a tiny bit of pain didn't bother her. As odd as it was Bramty found the experience therapeutic and almost relaxing as she watched her art being permanently inked onto her tan skin.
Dad didn't take long in adding three more yellow smiley faces to her forearm giving her a total of 6 smiley faces. And once they were done he moved into the dedication to Angel that he had drawn up for her. The design was a simple black cursive date, name and cross.
Her father was one of the main reasons she was able to pick herself up again after that day 2 months ago when the first persons she ever loved intimately was murdered.
It was the first death she experienced of someone she cared about... and it made Bramty realise just how heart-breaking death is.
Of course, she had always known death wasn't just some small joke. It's permanent, and painful, and sad... but until Angel she had never really grasped the concept of just how much it hurts. Until Angel she had never had someone she loved die, never experienced a person being taken from her in a blink of an eye. Any experience in death had before had been at her hands or her families hands - never on the receiving end.
Bramty had secretly thought that feeling as much pain as, others she had seen, did in the wake of death was weakness. Showing emotion like that was weakness.
Dad had helped her realise that sometimes to be strong you had to feel the emotions instead of locking them away to eat at you later. Her father had been the sole reason she hadn't crumbled after Angel's death and instead she felt stronger in a way.
This tattoo for him was going to help her move on with life.
She needed to get back the happiness in her life and continue on.
Bramty knew that now.
As she watched her Dad work, Bramty couldn't help but the small tug of a smile on her lips as she remembered her 16th Birthday. The day she had gotten her first tattoo. Lowman was scrawled out vertically beside the first three yellow smiley faces. However, only two of them had been done on her 16th.
Bramty still remembered the shocked look on Daddy's face when she told him what she wanted done for her first tattoo. At first she had worried he was mad but then a genuine, wide, smile broke out on his face - a smile filled with pride and love.
Thinking about it brought a smile to her face every time.
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"Daddy! Dad! Guess what today is?!" Bramty yelled happily as she jumped onto her fathers bed waking him up successfully with her loudness.
She ignored his groan of protest at being woken up and instead opted to climb under the covers next to him.
"Happy birthday, baby girl" he rasped, his voice low and even more scratchy than it normally was considering he had just been woken up a few seconds ago.
Bramty smiled and snuggled into his chest as he wrapped an arm around her while closing his eyes again. Today is her 16th Birthday. A birthday she had been waiting years for because it meant she could have the best birthday gift imaginable!
"When can I get a tattoo?" She poked the side of his cheek with her finger when she felt him drifting back to sleep.
Daddy groaned, "If you don't get your ass to sleep for another hour then never" he warned half-heartedly but Bramty only smiled as she complied and let her father go back to sleep. She didn't mind waiting a little longer considering she was still tiered.
Bramty blinked her eyes half closed already as she remembered the design she wanted for her first tattoo; Lowman - written in nice lettering along her arm with a yellow smiley face. She didn't yet know if the smiley face would be to mark the total of 2 kills she had made or if it would be to represent her father.
Either way Bramty knew it would be a great surprise for him.
She'd been planning this birthday gift from the minute he promised that he would ink her on her 16th Birthday when she was 9.
There was no escaping this promise and Daddy knew that just as well as anyone else did.
An hour later Bramty was dragging her father out of bed and thankfully, he only chuckled and complied. She watched in awe as he started setting up his tattoo kit in his dorm room. They never celebrated her Birthday with the others and this one would be no different.
It was their day together.
When Dad sat down on the chair he had set up and looked at her expectantly Bramty suddenly got a little nervous. Not about the fact she was getting a tattoo.. but at the thought he might not like her idea. But she decided it was worth the risk and present the idea to him carefully, "I want Lowman and a smiley face" she stated as she quickly started talking about the details of what she wanted done.
Daddy stared at her when she finished talking.
His mouth parted slightly, brows raised in surprise, eyes wider than usual; a look of shock on his usually collected face.
Bramty looked away from him ready to dismiss her idea in favour for something else when he grabbed her hand. She looked back at him expecting anger or maybe still shock, but instead found a prideful smile on his face.
"I love you, baby girl" he declared
Bramty beamed at him, "I love you too Daddy!" No matter how old she got she would never stop loving her Dad.
If growing up those years with Katherine had taught her anything it was that having someone who loves you unconditionally, like Dad loves her, is not something to take for granted.
Because life without that love and bond between parent and child, is not one she wished to live again.
Happy Lowman is her everything, her father, her family and nothing was ever going to change that... Bramty knew she would always be his baby girl.
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