Elle and I

Part One

A/N: Okay people here's an extension of Part One and Part Two will be up on the 15th of December however, I must skip the part where Elle reads the Black Mamba thing because of course I have NO memory of her whole speech then nervous laughter so if you'll forgive me I'm going to skip ahead to the part where she's just watched Budd die and is collecting up the money OKAY?! THANK YOU ALL FOR THE REVIEWS AND REQUESTS I WILL TRY AS HARD AS I CAN TO DO THEM ALL BUT REMEMBER I AM IN WALES RIGHT NOW AND DON'T HAVE ACCESS TO A COMPUTER OTHER THAN THE ONES IN INTERNET CAFES!!!

Heeehee, thanks for the reviews people!!! And thanks for the request of the Elle Driver scene this is gonna be so great to write! I really hope it's what you guys were after!

Again I apologise if the conversation between Elle and Budd is not exact but give me some slack, I don't have a copy of the script do I?! --;

Elle and I Part One

"Bitch...you have no future..."

The blue convertible drove into the off leading dirt road that was the sure road to the driver of the vehicles destination.

Elle Driver gave the approaching trailer a look of disgust through the strands of her windswept hair. She felt a feeling a immense disgust that she'd have to set foot in his trashy dumpster that he called a trailer.

How someone like Budd could be related to someone so wise and powerful as Bill, her current lover, was beyond her.

For years Elle had kept her lips sealed with Bill though she desperately wanted to tell him that his brother had always brought the standards of The Deadly Viper Assassination Squad down, with his greasy long hair and hillbilly living qualities.

'Ugh,' Elle groaned as she thought of what he might try and serve as a meal. Probably some dead rats he shot with his shotgun. Or maybe cabbage and mould.

She looked below at the seat beside her. There was the read bag filled with exactly one million dollars cashed. Elle smirked. But what Budd wouldn't know is that inside the bag...there'd be more than just money.

The car came to a stop right outside Budd's trailer. Elle hid a look of disgust when she saw him standing in the doorway, shirtless and scratching his belly. (A/N: I have nothing against Michael Madsen okay! I actually think he's really handsome!)

He didn't even care to brush back his horrid cow slick that he calls hair, She thought, repulsed. Her hands tightened on the handle of the bag. She desired nothing more than to see him slowly die on the floor where she could watch his life slowly slip away.

It's all he deserves for being the shithead he was and for taking away what was supposed to be Elle's greatest triumph to date; killing Beatrix Kiddo with her own hands NOT Budd's.

'I gotta hand it to you Budd, that's a pretty fucked up way to die. What's the name of the grave she's buried under?'

'Paula...,' Budd threw in another block of ice into the blender lazily. 'Shultz.'

Elle raised her eyebrows and wrote the name down before flipping the cover back over and putting her pen back into her pocket. She couldn't believe that she had lost Beatrix Kiddo to Budd. Especially when he had done something so ridiculous as to bury her alive.

'Can I have a look at the sword?' she inquired.

'Is that my money in that red bag?' Budd asked.

'It sure is.'

'Well...it's your sword now...'

Elle lifted herself from the seat and pulled the sword out of the sheath and the sound of the blender echoed around the room. Elle's blue eye widened in marvel at the shiny and sharp quality of this abnormally long samurai sword.

'So this is a Hattori Hanzo sword...' she said calmly.

'What's that you said?' Budd asked as the blender died down.

'So this is a Hattori Hanzo sword,' she repeated and put the sword back into it's sheath.

'That's a Hanzo sword alright.'

Elle reluctantly took a seat on Budd's mouldy and dust ridden couch, holding the jar of crushed ice and whiskey in her hands. Budd sat himself opposite her, leaning forward on his knees.

'Now, they say the biggest killer of old folks is retirement...' he said. Elle was nonplussed. Here he goes with more of his metaphoric bullshit. 'People got jobs to do and they always seem to live longer so they can do it, just like old folks not retiring.'

Elle's teeth crunched down bitterly on her ice. What the fuck was this hik talking about?

'I always figured it was the same with you,' he continued, his blue eyes giving her a meaningful look. 'So...knowing that you won't be facing your enemy on the battle field anymore...which "R" are you most filled with most? Relief? Or...regret?'

Elle swallowed the alcohol down and stared at him. Ah, the point unravels. Instantly her mind pictured herself telling Budd what she really thought. That she felt regret more than anything else in the world and then use her newly acquired sword to slice him into pieces.

However...

'Both,' she lied.

'Horseshit,' said Budd, his eyebrows raised. 'I already know you're filled with both. But I know that you feel one particularly stronger than the other. Now which "R" ya filled with?'

'Regret.'

Budd gave her a sympathetic smile which Elle did not return. He stood up off the couch and walked over to where the red bag was.

Elle watched him from over her shoulder suddenly filled with trepidation and excitement. Surely a stupid shit like him would never suspect anything. Especially not when there was a large sum of money hidden inside that bag.

She stood up and walked over to the kitchen, leaning against the wall with the drink still in her hand; if she was going to watch him die, then it should be up-close.

Budd suddenly laughed as he unzipped the bag at last. He probably had never seen so much money at all in his pathetic little life, the sad bastard

As she collected up the scattered money from the floor of Budd's decrepid trailer, Elle Driver heard her cell phone ring from her pocket. She gave a small sigh of frustration.

It seemed everytime she was on a job he had to call.

'Bill,' she said, putting on a mocking tone of sympathy and regret. 'I've got some tragic news honey. Your brothers dead. She put a Black Mamba in his camper.'

A huge wave of satisfaction swept over Elle as she heard the ringing silence on the other end of the line. That's right, she thought. That little bitch wasn't what you thought she was, was she?

'I'm so sorry honey. It's okay though, I got her.' Elle smirked in triumph as the voice of Bill was full of grim admiration. Oh how she had longed to hear his voice speaking to her in such a way, especially if it was in cause of that bitches death.

'Let's put it this way. If you start feeling sentimental, come down here to (SORRY THIS ISN'T CORRECT!!!) Montarel Gravyard in Guadalupe and lay them on the grave of Paula Shultz because you'll be standing on the final resting place of Beatrix Kiddo.'

Elle had to supress a laugh. It was so easy, so perfect to get everything she's always wanted in just one day. And all she had had to do was kill that idiot Budd after he did all the dirty work. However it was quite insulting that Elle's greatest nemesis had died at the hands of an alkie piece of shit like Budd.

Nonetheless Elle hung up the phone after much condolences to Bill and snatched up her now full bag of money and her brand new Samurai Sword that had once belonged to Beatrix Kiddo. She pocketed her phone and walked to the door, wrenching it open with a smirk of triumph.

But as soon as the smirk had come, it was gone as she saw the last person she'd want flying towards her; it was Beatrix, looking horribly gritty and covered in filth. Elle had no time to react as she was kicked right in the chest. The wind was knocked out of her as she hit the wall but in a split second she tried to pull out the samurai sword from its sheath but it hit the roof; it was too long to be removed. Elle's mind was racing with shocked thoughts. How the hell was Beatrix still alive, she was buried alive – how can that bitch still be ALIVE?!

End of Part One