"So what's your name?" Lailya asked sitting on the boys lap.

"Most people call me Mush." Mush said.

"Sweet name." Lailya whispered breathily into his ear.

Specs looked at her. "It ain't proper for ya ta share wid him." He said skeptically. "I'll share a bed with Dutchy, an' ya can have my bed."

"Nah, It'll be alright." Lailya said looking at Mush and winking.

"I incite." Spec's said forcefully.

"It will not be necessary," Lailya hissed and Specs immediately dropped the subject.

"Don't tink ya get off da hook dat easy," Dutchy whispered to Specs. "ya still sharing wid me." Specs grinned as Dutchy whispered to him.

""I'se tired." He yawned flakily, soon after he went up Dutchy, giving the same excuse, went up stairs.

"Tink dey ya know…" The Italian asked.

"Aww what sit mattah?" Mush asked in a sweet innocent voice that only those who are happy can have. "Its love no mattah what."

"Its sick."

"Race, it don't mattah ya should be happy if dey's happy."

"Fags don't desoive ta be happy."

"Why not?" Lailya asked sharply.

"Because its wrong."

"Its love."

"Wrong."

"Then what is it?"

"It proves dey can't care foir woman. An' its not righ, men supposed ta like goils!"

Lailya looked like she was considering his argument. Race sat back satisfactorily.

Looking at him squarely she stood up and walked over to him she leaned in and said in a loud whisper. "I don't believe you. And You don't believe it either."

"Why?" Race said smugly.

"Because you gamble, you drink, you lie with woman your not married to and in your heart you doubt the very existence of god. You know that good is not rewarded because some of the nicest people you know will most likely die early. You know that just because some one is a fag does not mean they are bad. You just want a shred of something your family raised you with to be of value." she smiled an inch away from his face. "You need it. And I destroyed it." She looked down at him.

"Lailya." Mush said quietly. "You want me ta show ya da bunk room?"

"That would be wonderful." Lailya stood up and walked over to Mush. " Thank you."

"No problem." He shrugged. "How'd ya know that stuff about' Race an all?"

"Woman instinct." Lailya said offhand.

"Ya got any stuff?"

"Nope. Just what I have on my back."

Mush knocked on the door loudly. "Ya two sleep'n?" he asked loudly.

"Huh?" Dutchy asked.

"Its me Mush." Mush said.

"And me." Lailya said walking in she saw the two snuggling up on a small bunk. They both relaxed and Specs held Dutchy closer to him kissing the back of the blonde's head. "Go to sleep." Lailya ordered the two did almost immediately both looking sweet and angelic.

"How'd ya?" Mush looked confused.

"Never mind. Which one is your bunk?"

"Ya could use Specs'…" Mush started.

"But I want to share with you."

"Dis one." Mush said leading her over to it. "Da top one."

Lailya smiled and vaulted herself up onto the bunk easily, pulling Mush up after her. Slowly she kissed him, relaxing him, kissing further down, onto his chin, down on to his neck. Gently she let her fangs extend and as she calmed him down with reassuring noises he could hear in the near dream state she put him in punctured his main vain in his neck. Lapping up the blood.

He was innocent, that was for sure, she wasn't. That was more definite then anything else. No mercy. A disreputable woman. Just like her name.

Disclaimer: For all following chapters! I own Lailya Disney owns the rest!

Author's Notes: BULLITIAN LAILYA ISN'T NICE!! WHOO WHOO!!! Yes just had to say that. She cares about Dutchy and Specs, and to a certain extent Mush. But still she needs to feed.

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Clemintines: YUMMY!!! **Hordes The families supply**

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