Chapter 16: Elle and Bea
Sleep came easy and when Bill awoke he cursed loudly at the clock. He hadn't meant to sleep in that late...unlike Beatrix, he was almost always up near dawn. Of course, when one had just stayed up half the night that was not so easy...especially when you weren't exactly eighteen anymore.
Like Bill, for Beatrix sleep came more than easily. She had been overly tired and the antitoxins still in her system were weighing her down dramatically. She awoke around seven in the morning with a terrible hang over. Luckily she was able to fall back asleep and sleep the rest off. Or at least she had hopes to.
It was close to twelve when she awoke with a splitting head ache. Groaning softly she rolled out of the bed. She hung on the side of the bed for a few minutes until a wave of nausea sent her running to the bathroom. Another twenty minutes were taken in the bathroom, not just to dispose her stomach of unneeded contents but wash up. Locks of blonde hair were pulled up into a sloppy pony tail as bare feet trudged against the floor. Bea came to stand in Bill's doorway; she saw the light through the crack in the bathroom. She leaned on the doorframe appearing rather disheveled, a hand rubbing at her temple. "Bill," she called with a slight whine in her tone. "We didn't 'do' anything last night did we? Cause I don't remember a damn fucking thing."
Bill was shaving, he paused briefly when he heard soft footsteps outside the door and then Beatrix's voice. He smirked to his reflection. It was awfully tempting he had to admit. But he chose to tell the truth, he owed Beatrix that much. "No Kiddo...nothing happened," he replied, smacking the razor on the edge of the sink, "We watched Shogun Assassin...drank wine, you drank too much...as you've probably just found out. We both got tired and we went to bed. You slept in my room; I slept in the spare bedroom."
He reached over and opened the door, still shaving. "That's all we did...," he glanced over at her, "...I swear." He noted her appearance, "Not feeling so hot I take it?"
"No," came her voice from directly behind him. She had rather rudely came into the room and entered the bathroom, hovering behind him. "I need aspirin," she stated, a long arm reaching over his shoulder to open the medicine cabinet and raid the merchandise. She knew he had it somewhere. "Note to self; never, ever, drink three glasses of wine," she said to herself as she snatched up the correct pill bottle and took a step back. She now stood off to the side in the small bathroom, fumbling with the pill bottle. "Fucking child's safety lock," she muttered in pure annoyance. She growled and thrust the bottle at him. "Open this...please."
Ceasing his shaving, Bill snatched the bottle, "I do believe these are human proof...not child proof," he mumbled, finally getting the bottle open after a moment of struggle. He handed it back to Beatrix, handing her a halfway full glass of water from the counter that he had obviously had already been using. "You should just stay away from wine," he said, going back to his shaving. "Apparently it doesn't agree with you too much...," he smiled under the razor, "But...I have to admit you were pretty damn cute..." he chuckled. "It was rather enduring..." He caught her look in the mirror, "You certainly were quite far from Black Mamba last night Kiddo. It's a good thing I'm not that much of a dirty old bastard."
Beatrix was in the midst of swallowing down four aspirin when Bill spoke. She almost chocked. She placed the glass back to the counter quickly before she started violently coughing. A hand came up and she patted her chest to help ease the discomfort and help the pills go down. Once settled she shot him a cold glare. "Oh, if you even tried something...I'd fucking--" she trailed off and rubbed a hand over her face.
Bill raised an eyebrow, smacking the razor against the sink with a loud crack. "I didn't try anything," he said coldly, "If I had..." a smug smirk, "You'd have known when you woke up."
Her head hurt. "I know for a fact you may be a hard ass but you would never sink that low. Perhaps with some hooker but not with me." She leaned up against the wall and exhaled a breath. "I'm glad I could supply some amusement for you last night," she added coolly.
He dropped the razor, turning to her. There was no missing the irritation in his expression. "Some hooker? I think you've confused me with Budd." He snatched a hand towel from the hanger, wiping his face. He tilted his head to the side, a trademark smart ass gleam in his eye, "Why yes...," he tossed the towel at her with a vicious flick of his wrist , "...thank you for that amusement Kiddo...I needed that," he brushed by her, exiting the small room a smirk on his face.
She caught the towel before it hit her in the face, hands crumbling around it in her own frustration. She threw the towel to the ground and followed after him in a moderately hostile manner. "Fucking smart..." Beatrix cut him off by standing in his path. "Ass," she finished with a growl. Arms delicately crossed over her chest. "Enlighten me then, 'baby'. Since I can't seem to remember anything...and what I do remember makes no goddamn sense, pray-tell what type of amusement I manifested for you."
Bill stared down...or more like across...to Beatrix, a haughty expression on his face. He didn't like being cut off like that in midstep. He raised an eyebrow, "You were very good company," he said finally, "Which is more than I can say about you now." He dropped some of the hard edge, "You were extremely amusing in your willingness to let yourself go...and I don't even mean sexually, just...to," he searched for the right words, "...you were...nice to be with." That sounded wrong, Bill frowned. "I know you think I'm an asshole..which I am, but your complete lack of trust in me is beginning to make me wary. I've told you, I'm a killer not a rapist. And I've told you nothing happened...except that you were amusing..in that sort of you-didn't-sleep-with-me kind of way. If you feel like you can't trust yourself being alone with me," he put his hands on her shoulders, physically moving her out of his way, "...then perhaps you shouldn't be anymore..."
Looking typically grumpy, Bill once again headed down the hallway.
Beatrix allowed herself to be moved out of the way and she stood in her current position. Her lips came a few inches a part as she watched him shuffle around the bedroom. The situation was starting to become too complex for her lagging mind and only fumed her frustration. She finally spoke up in a cool tone, "You're a smart ass, Bill and you can't always put complete trust in a smart ass." She nonchalantly began to unbutton the buttons on the pajamas she had borrowed. She was well aware he was still in the room. "Such as right now, I have complete trust that you won't turn around." She grinned slyly to herself.
Bill shook his head, knowing she had a point there. Of course she couldn't completely trust him...his very character demanded that, but at times...he wished he could get some fucking trust somewhere. He supposed it was the price he paid for being who he was. Well, that wasn't about to change anytime soon. Smirking, he kept his back turned. So, she was going to test him now...fine. He'd play along. "I won't turn around..." he said flatly, busying himself with a stack of papers on the side table. In fact, he just shut himself off to any outside presence. Years of mediation had allowed him to do this. It was particularly useful when attempting to ignore pain but it could also came in handy when strong willed blondes who were just looking for an excuse to catch you stripped behind your back. He sat down on the bed, engrossed in his stack of papers, oblivious to Beatrix.
Beatrix shed her clothes now standing in only her under garments she bent down to pick up her clothes that she had stored in the spare room after changing last night. Blue eyes glanced over to him and she scowled softly to herself as she slipped on her pants. Remaining in only her bra and a pair of tight fitting but comfortable pair of black jeans she sauntered over to the bed. She crawled across the small bed area to come up behind him. Her hands settled on his shoulder. "You sure you don't want to peak?" she cooed into his ear. Bea was tempting him and they both knew it.
Bill not only felt her crawl over to him, but he could smell her skin. She smelled damn good. Still, he remained with his back turned, head tilted down. "Your a tease Kiddo," he mumbled, eyes still on the papers, "Your fucking with me and we both know it." He didn't sound entirely amused. "I think," he flipped over to a new sheet of paper, "...you will find me a lot more strong willed than you want to believe."
He turned his head slightly, eyes only on her face, "Are you done fucking around with me or shall I sit here awhile longer?"
"I like fucking with you, Bill. It makes my life seem a little bit more meaningful," she replied, her tone hinted with bitterness as well as tease. She shifted her body so her chin was contently settled on his shoulder, her lips lingering by his ear. "You may be strong willed but like any man it's so hard to resist the idea of a beautiful woman sitting half naked in your bedroom." Bea tilted her head and placed a kiss to his cheek before she pulled away. She moved off the bed and grabbed up her shirt which she threw on in a moderate haste. "You can turn around now," she stated bluntly.
Bill stood up, throwing the papers onto the bed, "Thank you," he turned around giving her a little bow, he didn't look at all happy, "I'm very glad that I, in turn, have given you some amusement." Funny how Bill loved to dish it out but didn't often like getting it in return. "I'll remember those words next time when I have a beautiful woman sitting half naked in my bedroom." He gave her an annoyed look, not sure where the hell this had all began, nor where the hell it was going. Conflicted between anger and the charms of Beatrix, he gave her a lopsided smile. Hands in his pockets he walked up to her. "You are a tease," he leaned in, "...don't change. Now," he leaned back, switching once again, "I'm going to go make some tea."
Beatrix followed him out of the bedroom keeping a few steps behind him. "I'd love to stay for tea but I think I'm going to head home." She slipped on her black heavy boots that were lingering in the hallway. Blue eyes glanced up to watch Bill over in the kitchen area preparing his tea. "Thanks for the night of amusement, Bill. From what I can remember it was enjoyable and a nice 'break'." She turned towards the main hall way to the exit. She glanced over her shoulder. "I'll see you later." She flashed a relatively warm smile and left far less irritated than when she first woke up.
Elle's cigarette hung on her lips, "Dawson fucking Canada?"
"Yes," Bill replied flatly, "It's in the Yukon Territory...borders Alaska I believe..."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me?" Elle threw down the envelope looking over at Beatrix with disbelief in her blue eye.
All three of them were seated in one of Bill's usual haunts, a well known Mexican restaurant...that well, being in Mexico had a lot of Southwest flavor.
Elle shook her blonde head, "This is ridiculous...why can't these people get somebody else to do this...some..lumberjack asshole or something."
Bill shook his head, "You're doing it." And that was that. "You and Beatrix both...that way if you kill each other, they're won't be any evidence on my hands." He barely hid a smirk as he went back to his plate.
This new bit of information didn't seem to ease Elle's anger. "Jesus Christ!" She stuck her fork in her taco, a loud crunch answered.
Bill was undaunted. "Everything you two will need is in that envelope...you can call me if anything comes up."
Elle snorted, "That's if we even get fucking cell phone converge there..." she mumbled.
"What?" Bill looked up.
"Nothing..." Elle moped, casting a look over at Beatrix.
Beatrix had been sitting there listening intently to the conversation between her boss and one of his coworkers. A smirk played across her lips as she picked at her enchilada. She loved Mexican food even though she ate it every week; it was hard to get tired of.
Her blonde head picked up and blue eyes cast between the two. "Maybe I can manage to get myself shot in the back again," she added in coyly. She flashed a playful smirk in Elle's direction. In reality she wasn't thrilled with this assignment. She hated going places that were out in the middle of nowhere. It made her a tad uneasy being the fact that if anything went wrong it'd be much more difficult to clean it up. She stuffed a portion of food in her mouth and chewed. "Don't worry Bill," she said after swallowing. "We'll try our best just to kill the target."
Getting up to Dawson Canada took quite awhile. A good day and a half was wasted taking two commercial airlines and then a small chartered plane up to their destination. It was exhausting. Bill had advised them to pack as much survival gear as possible. It had taken some convincing to get Elle to pack "practical clothing."
"I look like a fucking bag lady," Elle commented at one point, hefting her sleeping roll.
The further North they got, the less people seemed to be on the flights...their numbers dwindling down to the truly burly looking types. Elle spent a good portion of their chartered flight, gawking at the number of bearded men on the small plane. "Slim pickings here Bea..." she smirked, behind her magazine.
Finally, at nightfall, they landed in Dawson Canada. Unfortunately, their target lived a few good miles outside of Dawson...truly in the middle of nowhere.
The city of Dawson consisted mostly of gas stations; truckers hang outs, a few motels and a good amount of housing for those hearty enough to live there year round.
"Oh my god..." Elle lir up a cigarette as they exited the incredibly small airport. "And I thought Alabama was bad..." They checked into one of the motels...they all pretty much looked the same. A giant moose head hung over the check-in desk. Elle stared up at the giant animal with disgust. The man at the desk gave both of them a long look before handing them their keys. "I don't think they see women around here very often," Elle whispered to her coworker as they made their way up to their room.
The room was in the same decor as the rest of the place. Uber log cabin style. "This had better not be a real wolf skin on my bed," Elle hissed as she threw down her bags.
Beatrix was on the other side of the room unzipping her puffy blue coat with a fake fur lining. She hated dressing in layers but Canada was no Mexico. She was surprised she even had the old thing in her closet. Blue eyes glanced to the other blonde. So far they hadn't gotten in any unnecessary quarrels.
"I think it may be," she chided softly at the remark on the skins laid out on the beds. "Better be careful Elle. It may bite your ass. Not that I'd blame it." She grinned and bent down to unpack her things. "I suggest we sleep here and head out in the morning. Bill didn't give us a time frame."
"Funny," Elle snarled at Beatrix, "That thing is not getting anywhere near my ass," she picked up the skin and dropped it at the foot of her bed with distain. "Noooo way..."
Incidentally, later that night...Elle had to crawl to the end of her bed to reclaim the skin. It had gotten so damn cold she was willing to put her ass in danger for the warmth.
The morning was just as cold, and Elle scampered out from under her covers to the bathroom her entire body shaking. "This place is hell!" She yelled out from the bathroom, not caring if Beatrix heard her or not. She returned to her bed, hugging the skin. "Bea...wake your ass up! Let's get this over with!" Still, Elle had made no move to get her own ass up.
During the night Beatrix had put her puffy coat back on and slept with all the blankets she could find. She hated the cold weather but she wasn't complaining nearly as much as her counterpart. She had been long since awake as Elle had yelled from the bathroom. It was hard to sleep when you're trying to focus on keeping body warmth. Scowling to herself she turned her head to stare at Elle. She looked kinda funny huddled under all of those blankets. "My ass is up," she stated in mild distaste. She didn't want to get from the warm blankets and it took a lot of will power to throw them off. She felt a chill run through her bones. "Fuck," she remarked, bending down to put on her boots. "Our car better have goddamn heat." She glanced over to Elle seeing she wasn't moving. "Suck it up, Elle and get off your boney ass. The sooner we get this done the sooner we can go home to sunny 'warm' Mexico."
Elle groaned, tempted to tell Beatrix to go and fuck herself. But Bill's glaring face suddenly popped up in her mind like an ever present conscious. "Augh...fine..." she kicked off her covers and wolf skins, "SHIT!" She made a grab at the covers once the cold morning air hit her, but she finally was able to get away from the bed and to her suitcase. Getting dressed was a chore when your body didn't want to move. "I swear...this fucking sucks!" Elle continued to complain, pulling on layers of clothing. "Bill's out of his fucking mind for sending us on this one...shoulda sent...Budd or something..." she mumbled pulling on a fur lined jacket and wrapping a scarf around her neck so tight she looked like was going to choke herself to death. Thus far all of her clothing had been black.
"Hrm...look at my new toy," Elle cooed, the first positive words out of her mouth since they had left Mexico. She pulled out a long sniper rifle and locked on the scope. "The only good thing about having one fucking eye...," she tested the scope, "...gives ya a real good aim..." Once the two women had finished dressing, they stowed their luggage for quick access if needed and headed out to the rental car.
A fairly thick layer of frost covered just about everything. It wasn't snow exactly...but it was equally as cold. Elle started the car, turning the heater up to a roaring temperature. "Ok so..." she pulled out the envelope, "This podunk asshole...Tyson McReinolds...sounds like some damn frozen dinner brand, lives...," she traced a black gloved finger on the map, "...about five miles out of town..." She squinted at the elevation key on the map, "Well...it doesn't look far horizontally...but I think this fucker lives up on a hill or something."
She handed the map over to Beatrix in a rough manner, "Great! For all me know this guy is like...the fucking Unabomber...living up in a shack on the hill." She gave Beatrix a smirk, "I bet you a hundred bucks this ass monkey has a giant beard down to his gut." She pulled out of the motel and began following along the indicated road.
Very quickly, any civilization that they had just been in...dissipated to wild forest.
Beatrix had been refolding the map in a calm manner as Elle drove in the desired direction. It was a ways to get there and it was indeed up a rather large incline. Luckily there car was able to take it or the two women would have to walk all the way up the hill. As adventurous as that idea was they preferred the car over anything. Blue eyes looked out the window as the scenery consisted of trees and more trees. She could smell the sweet aroma of pine trees coming through the cracks in the car. She knew Elle wouldn't appreciate the beauty of the outdoors so she kept her mouth shut on commenting about that.
Bea leaned forward as they finally came to the top of hill. A hand extended and she used the side of her jacket to wipe away the fog from her window. She peered out. On the top of the hill was a classic log cabin and a wooden barn to match. She pressed her forehead up against the glass of the window to get a better look.
Standing on the porch was a man sitting in a wooden rocker, polishing what appeared to be a whip? The blonde canted her head. "Hey, Elle...Aren't loggers supposed to have axes?" She picked her pretty blonde head up. "Shoulda known these weren't gonna be your classic fellows who go out in the woods and yell timber every five minutes." She turned to Elle. "Plan of attack?"
Elle was staring out of her own defrosted circle on the window. "Yeah...," she said, sounding distracted, "...I thought they all were supposed to look like that...dumbass Paul Bunyan or whatever his name was." She squinted, "Is he holding what I think he's holding? Kinky bastard.." Elle turned around towards the backseat, "I should just snipe his ass right from here...easy breezy like..." Just as she was reaching around to grab the weapon, the man in the rocker stood up. Apparently he'd spotted their car. It was hard to tell from here, but he was most definitely tall and hugely built...in that bear sort of way.
"Oh shit..." Elle said, spotting him. "Well Bea...," she loaded her gun, keeping it below the dash so the man couldn't see. "Maybe he thinks we are just two stupid blonde tourists who got lost in the woods..." So far the man hadn't made any attempt to walk in their direction, he just continued to stare at them...whip in hand. Elle was watching him with a mischievous smirk. She turned to Beatrix, "Let's get out...see what happens..."
Beatrix was hesitant to step out of the vehicle but seeing as she had no better ideas she obliged. Gun still in the holster, concealed under her coat, but within easy access she stepped out of the car. Her cheeks reddened immediately at the dose of cool air hitting her face, strands of blonde locks whipped against her face in an unruly and vaguely annoying manner. Blue eyes remained on the logger whom was now curiously approaching.
He wore a pair of overalls, a checkered red and blue button up-fleece jacket, and held the whip in his hands. Bea tried to hide her smirk. This guy was the perfect stereotype if it weren't for the whip. "Hello there," Bea spoke up in a friendly tone. "We're lost." She glanced to Elle, giving her the go along with it look.
Elle did her best to hide a look of pure contempt. Stupid fucking moron...she wanted to rip his spinal cord right out then and there. She hated country bumpkin jerkoffs like this. Along with Beatrix, Elle realized that this asshole wasn't their target at all. No matter, he was going to die anyways. Playing along with Beatrix, Elle nodded her head dumbly, "Yeah...lost," she sounded a little tight in her acting. "We could certainly could use your help..." She attempted to look like she was checking him out. Augh! She'd rather get her other eye plucked out than touch this thing...
The man grumbled and stopped a few feet from the two blondes. He began to eye them over with a lust-filled hungered look. Not that they weren't expecting something of that manner. Upon closer look the tall blonde was able to make that this wasn't there target. She narrowed her gaze but kept that dopey-grin on her face. He finally cleared his throat to administer a husky, dark, and hollow voice, "You gals look cold. I got me a fire going inside and I some hot cocoa."
Beatrix turned her head to Elle. "Mmm..hot cocoa. How could we pass that up."
The man smiled broadly and idly began brandishing his whip. Beatrix raised slender eyebrows.
"Mmmmmmm, hot coca...oh yeah," Elle mirrored Beatrix. "That sounds just mighty tasty...Just uh...don't get to wild with that whip there..." She winked. Bad move. The guy seemed to take that as an invitation to wink back and give the whip a cracking pull between his meaty hands. Elle forced a laugh. Motherfucker. "Mind showing us in?" She gestured towards the cabin, her other hand snaking underneath her jacket to play at the handle of her knife...just to make her feel better.
The large guy led the two blondes to the cabin with a grunt. He probably thought he'd just hit the jackpot of a lifetime...little did he know he had just let two of the world's deadliest assassins in.
The cabin was as expected. Rustic, manly...smoky...revolting! Elle clenched her teeth together to hide a grimace. "Charming!"
"Splendid!" Beatrix chimed in with added enthusiasm when her feelings were just as Elle's. The place was filthy. It made her apartment appear like a palace. Blue eyes darted around as they were lead into the main room. Leathered cheap furniture and animal heads mounted on the wall over and a fire glowing in the fireplace. The two women were asked to sit down on the red colored couch.
"Hey! We got companies here!" The man bellowed to what seemed to be the closed door that lead into the kitchen area. Shuffling could be heard behind the door followed by the clatter of pots and pans.
Beatrix glanced to Elle in an uneasy manner before returning her gaze to their host.
"You two ladies stay as long as ya like. Me and buddy we was always dreaming about this." He continued to eye the two women as if they were already naked and waiting to be courted. Elle's lip twisted. Yeah, I'm sure they'd been dreaming out this...well...as Elle saw it, dreams rarely came true..and that was most certainly going to be the case here.
Beatrix felt like she was going to be sick. "Just the chocolate and directions would be useful," she reinstated quickly.
"Oh, we'll see." The man than took a seat across from them, grinning in a devilish manner.
Her eye flicked to the kitchen door. No doubt their target was in there...at least she hoped so, she didn't think she could stand to act like this around more of these dipshits.
She nodded her head, returning Beatrix's look. "Yes...ah..just as my friend here said...we only want directions...and of course, your lovely hot coco." For some reason she swore she'd seen a porn movie once that started like this. That thought didn't help to improve her mood.
Again the man sitting across from them smiled rather evilly, rocking back, he simply repeated, "We'll see..." He fiddled with his whip in a suggestive manner.
Elle grinned, the only thing she could do from springing off the couch and killing him right then and there. She regretted even getting out of the car...it had been a bad idea. She could have just sniped this guy and not have had to deal with him at all.
"Now, do yous two ladies..." the guy in the rocker began, eyeing them, "...do stuff together ya know...Cuz, I think I'd really like to see that for a bit? Some touchin' and stuff."
Elle's eye widened, that was it...she couldn't stand it anymore. The mere thought of his suggestion was enough to end his pathetic existence. She reached, under her coat...her familiar knife handle cold on her fingertips...
Just then, the kitchen door opened...revealing their target. This man was shorter than the other, but far better built in fact he looked like he could be a fighter. But his clothing was so much like the others; it seemed unlikely he had even left the county let alone this house to learn to fight. Unruly brown hair and the beginnings of a beard were his only real distinguishing features thus far. Elle wished she had actually read the bio on this guy now...he seemed oddly out of place. And who had wanted him offed anyways?
"Ah, well...hello there ladies..." he made a hat tipping gesture. His speech was slightly more civilized than his cohort. "I must say...your some welcome company...and sight for sore eyes, eh Randy?" The other man grunted in positive response.
Elle eased her hand off of her knife, "I'm afraid we are lost and we are in need of some directions..."
"Mmhmm, I see," their target...eh..Tyson replied, leaning up against the doorframe. He crossed his rather largely muscled forearms, "Well then, I think you've come to the right place."
Beatrix had been sitting there with a monotone expression. These guys were nothing but perverted, sex-wanting, hicks but...as much as they appeared Bea knew from past experiences never to underestimate a target. She shifted her position on the couch, the plastic covering crinkling upon her movement. "We just need directions and we'll be on our way," she clarified again.
Their target chuckled and pushed off the door frame. "What ya think Randy? Should we give em directions?"
"I think they gotta do somethin' for us first." He winked.
Bea glanced to Elle and a sly smile crossed her face as an idea sparked in her pretty blonde head. "You fellas said you wanted some action?" She saw the two men nod eagerly. Beatrix idly draped an arm over Elle's shoulder. She put on a wide smile to try and mask her evident disgust. "We do naughty things together all the time."
Elle gave Beatrix a look like the woman had just asked her jump off a cliff into a bed of poisoned burning spikes but she quickly recovered herself. Beatrix had always been better at this acting bit. Elle preferred to simply march in, kick ass and get it over with. Perhaps she lacked a little tact but tact could kiss her ass.
"Oh yesss..," Elle cooed leaning into Beatrix's arm...she swallowed her rising disgust. "All the time boys...," she wrapped a long finger in Beatrix's hair. "It's always hot," she breathed, winking her one eye.
The two men were staring at the two blondes as if they had just reached nirvana. Elle had no idea where Beatrix was going with this, but she was pretty sure she was going to kick her ass for it later. In the meantime she just continued to play along.
Beatrix in all reality had no idea where she was going with this she just knew she was going. She kept a mischievous smile across her angelic and yet deadly features. They had to get the men at a weak point before they pulled anything. Randy appeared the one to go down the quickest. He shifted in his chair in an antsy manner. "Show us somethin' hot and we'll give you directions," he proposed in a gruff tone.
This seemed fair enough. Bea grinned wide and her eyes sparkled. She knew this next move had death written all over it. She turned that pretty blonde head to her companion's cheek and in a seductive and yet messy manner licked her. Yes, licked, and Bea noted that Elle didn't taste all that good either. Her grin flipped to a smile of satisfaction as she heard the pleasured groans from the two gentlemen across from them.
Of all the things that Elle thought would never happen in her life, Beatrix licking her on the cheek was most definitely one of them. Elle didn't know what to think at that moment, she only reacted...slapping Beatrix hard in the face. She realized her mistake instantly. She barely stopped herself from wiping a hand across her face to get off the slobber.
"Oh...god...I'm so sorry honey!" She attempted to recover herself, cupping Beatrix's face in her hands. I'm sure as fuck am not going to kiss her, Elle swore to herself...she wasn't entirely to sure who Beatrix had been kissing lately besides Elle did not exactly really want to kiss any woman in general.
"We want hotter 'en that!" Randy licked his lips...looking a little flushed.
Elle stared at Beatrix, trying to look turned on. No way in hell...uh uh...She was so close to just whipping out her knife and ending this...her only hope was that Beatrix had something in mind. Little did Elle know that Beatrix's plan was far more simple.
"Hotter? Ohhh..I don't know boys...that was pretty hot..." Elle grated through a clenched smile.
Beatrix mean while was staring at Elle with almost a hurt expression. Her cheek took on an even redder tint now that it had been slapped and was burning from the cold weather. This facade didn't last as she went back to her ditzy blonde act. Blue eyes glared at Elle with a hostile rage. Perhaps she deserved the slap but it was all for show. She didn't mean it! God, she felt sick. She gulped down the lump in her throat and did the only thing she could do; slap back.
Randy hollered. "Only thing I like more than two bitches licking one 'nother is two bitches fightin'! Come on, gals, show us some blood."
Bea raised a slender brow. Her expression clearly reading that she'd more than happily shed Elle's blood and vice-versa. She tilted her head, her cheek cupping against Elle's still lingering hands. "How 'bout we show them some blood, 'honey'?"
Elle smirked...now this she could deal with. Fucking bitch. Elle had only been looking for a good excuse to beat the shit out of Beatrix...She had a list a mile long that warranted hating the woman...years of pent up aggression suddenly came boiling up. Bill had always been around to check it...but now...now Bill wasn't around...and in a way, Beatrix had given her permission. So fuck her.
Elle smiled sadistically, "That sounds mighty peachy..dear!" With that she socked Beatrix right in the chest. When Beatrix's face came forward, Elle followed that up with an open palmed strike to the woman's face.
The two men gaped at this sudden show of aggression. Well, they wanted to see blood...then they were most certainly going to get it...
Somewhere in the far regions of Beatrix's mind when she said 'let's show them blood' she was in actual fact, pertaining to the two men's blood. Not their own. But, she knew Elle'd take it the wrong way.
Either way, Black Mamba wasn't about to let California Mountain Snake get the best of her. A hand came up to wipe at the smudge of blood that dripped from her nose. Bea curled long white fingers into a tight fist which she brought up to connect to her opponent's face. That'd be a nice shiner in the morning. It would add color to her one eye. Beatrix's mouth in a tight line, little expression shown, she rounded that first punch with another one to her torso area.
Elle fell back against the couch, coughing. She glared pure death back at Beatrix through her already bruising eye. Fucking bitch was going to pay for that one. Elle kicked out one her long legs and nailed Beatrix in the shin with her large boot. Then leaning forward she grabbed the Black Mamba by her throat. She gritted her teeth with fury and strain as she squeezed.
Somewhere, deep...deep in the small rational part of Elle's mind she knew that this wasn't right. Oh, she wanted to beat the shit out of Beatrix all right...but they were on assignment. She could almost see Bill glaring sadistic punishment on her. But Elle was simply too hostile of a person to listen to rationale, espousals when it came to making Beatrix Kiddo pay. The dam had just broken on Elle's broiling river of jealousy and hate for Beatrix...and there wasn't much that could be done at the moment.
"I'm going to fucking kill you...right now...just...get it over with...," her bruised blue eye staring at Beatrix. Their audience sat in stunned silence...
Elle was fucking out of her mind! She knew the two women had their issues between one another but Beatrix was finally coming to the cold realization that Elle 'really' wanted to kill her! Beatrix was now on the floor below the couch, Elle's grip firmly against her throat, and she could feel her oxygen supply dwindling. Perhaps smarter and much cleverer than her blonde counter part, Bea bent up her leg and kneed Elle in the chest.
Hands removed, Bea shot up gasping for air like a fish out of water. Now, this tall blonde could be rational but she had that personality flaw of not knowing when to stop. She was getting better at controlling it but right now she was far from it. Before Elle had a chance to recover, Beatrix leaned back, legs extended, hands planted palm down to the floor. She effortlessly preformed a back flip, the toe of her boot slamming into Elle's jaw as she came back to her two feet.
Elle fell backwards, crashing into a cabinet. She had not expected Beatrix to have pulled off that maneuver...The last person she had seen do something like that had been that now dead bastard Pai Mei. Her entire head hurt like hell...but she couldn't think about it right now...now her eye was only on the Black Mamba.
"Bitch!" Elle reared up, spitting out a mouthful of blood. "Your gunna pay for that!" Picking up her lanky form, Elle fell into a fighting stance, completely oblivious now to their onlookers. Elle had always been a kicking sort of fighter and she executed an insanely high roundhouse kick at Beatrix's head...boot and all. Elle could tell, despite her mad rush of hatred, that Beatrix had just had a realization that her blonde counterpart was not playing around here... Their former little squabbles paled in comparison to this...
Beatrix was still in a mild state of shock and this slowed down her movements. She didn't duck in time and took the full force of the hit. Her body was sent sprawling to the side and landing on the coffee table which came crashing down on impact. She could fell the blood trickling down the side of her head, mingling with strands of layered blonde locks.
She recovered, picking herself up from the debris. Her breathing was labored and nostrils flared in rage. "Dammit! You fucking hateful bitch.." She sneered between clenched teeth. Deep down Beatrix almost felt saddened by the cold truth of how deep Elle's hatred went. Not that Bea didn't feel as much hate but she never wanted to 'kill' her. But, that little detail was slowly changing.
Black Mamba took up a piece of shredded wood from the shattered coffee table. In hand she ran at Elle with a wild cat's fury. She came down low, the sharp edge of the wood splintering into her leg, tearing through pant leg and flesh.
Elle screamed as the wood tore through the tendons in her thigh...not to mention millions of splinters jamming into her flesh simultaneously. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Elle swore more profanely than normal. "BITCH!" She grabbed at her leg, blood oozing in-between her fingers. She fell to one knee, still grabbing at her leg.
Most "normal" people would have checked out of this long ago...but the California Mountain Snake was far from normal. Elle stood up, one hand still pressed on her wound. With a hateful cry she threw herself at Beatrix, managing to pin the woman down with her wounded leg. "That's it...," she hissed through bloody teeth. All kung fu styling aside, Elle just flat out punched Beatrix in the face. She then raised her palm high above her head, a death strike obviously in mind.
Finally...Beatrix Kiddo was going to really pay for all the anger, hatred, contempt and jealousy she had caused her these years...Beatrix may have not really known about it until this moment...but oh...she was definably going to get the picture now...clear and sharp.
Blue eyes stared blankly at the open palm and watched that death blow come down in slow motion. Mere seconds before Elle's hand made impact, Beatrix snatched her wrist and twisted it back. The creaking of bones could be heard but they did not crack.
"That's enough," the blonde haired warrior stated sternly. Her voice lowered, "You're stupid Elle...crazy...and stupid...don't think for a second that you could have killed me. I'm...immune...Now, unless you want me to break your hand I suggest you back off and take out that pent up anger on our assignment."
Elle's nostrils flared, her lips forming into a snarl. Oh no...she wasn't going to fall for that...Beatrix's little whims may work on Bill, but they weren't going to work on her. But..that quick thought of Bill made Elle hesitate. It was enough...What that exact thought about Bill in Elle's mind was a mystery, but it made her stop nonetheless. "Fine..." she spat out, slowly pulling herself up...the pain evident on her face. After a moment of obvious inner turmoil, she thrust a hand down at Bea, "Come on...get up..." It was scary how Elle could switch like that...not in that cool sorta smooth Bill way...but something even more unpredictable and less far less stable.
"Let's kill these fuckers and get hell out of this shithole," She spun around, her hand going to her knife. One almost pitied the two men as they now had to face the displaced and projected anger of two pissed off assassins.
Two days passed.
When the two bruised, beaten but bitterly victorious women returned to Bill's hacienda in wonderfully warm Mexico it was late afternoon.
Elle felt like shit. She hadn't felt this bad in a long time. She didn't want to see Bill, not right now...but it was somewhat expected after a mission. She and Beatrix had spoken a full ten words to each other on their returning trip and the drive to Bill's place was no different. To Elle's disappointment Bill was home...not only that, he was in clear view when they arrived.
"Oh god...," Elle groaned as she parked, "He's got another new car..."
Indeed he had. Bill was sitting triumphantly on the hood of a fire red 69' Camaro, the heels of his cowboy boots hooked around the bumper as it were a throne. This was the type of vehicle that was best viewed at 85 miles per hour and no doubt its backseat had claimed the virginity of many prom queens. A real muscle car.
Bill had a cell phone plastered to one side of his head, and a joint in his other hand. From the look on his face, it was no doubt not his first. If this wasn't classic "Bill" who knew what was all that was missing was a Hanzo sword.
He cast them a sidelong glance as their car pulled up and made a sharp beckoning motion with his joint holding hand.
Elle looked at Bea with her bruised eye, a moment of understanding passed between them.
"Shit." Elle grated. "We should have killed each other."