Wow, I've gotten a bunch of awesome reviews and I greatly appreciate it. I'm back into action on this fic and I'll be happy to let everyone know, this is going to be a long one. I decided to combine two ideas I had so bear with me :) This is a rather short part but they're going to start getting longer, plus I wanan tease you all ;)

Otis could inhaled her soft fragrance as he walked up the stairs, following Baby. She always smelled like roses, fresh cut farm grown roses. No matter how bloody or dirty she was, she still smelled like roses.

She slipped into her bedroom, Otis following anxiously as wild thoughts invaded his mind. The girl was like a sister to him, they grew up together, he took care of her, ripped the throat out of any man who did her wrong...but he never stopped lusting after her. She always looked like an angel amongst devils, her long soft locks framing her soft, pale skin...she had a glow about her that no one could ever describe in words. But her looks deceived anyone who ever met her, she was hardly a saint. Baby sinned and laughed a laugh that could frighten the devil. She was malicious, and Otis craved her...Otis Loved her.

Baby giggled as Otis slipped in her room and shut the door tightly behind him. She slid next to him, locking the door with a wink.

The room wreaked of death and roses. The sweet smell of a life ended and soft rose buds tickled his senses, turned him on.

She slipped her index fingers in the loopholes of his ragged, dirty jeans, pulling him into her.

All these years, all those yearning, lust-filled looks and finally they were giving into the temptations that far more often that not hung before them. Otis licked his dry lips with a certain hunger, a hunger that could only be satisfied with her bare skin against his, that sweet smell of roses overwhelming his body.

Baby leaned into him, biting his lip playfully, biting hard enough to draw blood. She kissed him, hard. The taste of warm blood on his lip driving her wild. He kissed her back, pushing her back onto the antique bed towards the back wall of the room. The sunlight that peeked through her window, warm on his back.

She broke their kiss to hungrily rip off his tattered wifebeater. She gently ran ehr fingers over the scars all over his back and sides, he shivered anxiously under the touch of her soft skin. Normally, he couldn't care what the girl did, he's fuck her, get if over with and kill her, if she was even alive in the first place.

But Baby? Bbay wasn't just any girl. Baby was something special. He often though back on the lanky young girl from years ago, whose jeans barely hung on her small hips, she'd follow him around daydreaming of old hollywood movies & glamour girls. Her msicheivous eyes sparkling with a desire to do wrong, it was in her blood to kill, and Otis was always overrjoyed when he saw her eyes fill with rage as she sliced the throat of any young suitor who cast her wayward glances, licking the blood from the knife in glee.

To Otis, Baby was perfection...and many years he had daydreamed of this day. Imagining her anytime he got off.

Otis slid his hand through her curls, gripping the hair on the back of her head and pulling it back, exposing her neck. Her skin tasted sweet as he nibbled it, teasing her, causing her to squirm. She pressed her hips hard into his, beckoning him to take her. He looked up at her with a twisted smirk, he had waited far too long for this, and he was going to make it last.