NOTES: I'm back and with a vengeance, this chapter is pretty gruesome so you've been warned!

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Baby's look eyelashes fluttered open, the sunlight slipping in through her broken window shade and filling the room. She stretched and sat at the edge of the bed scanning her thoughts. She looked around the room, no Otis. How long had she been asleep? Didn't matter the time or day, she just felt like there were things that needed to be done.

She slipped on a pair of tight jeans and a lacy top that most people wouldn't wear past their bedroom door. She opened her door, stepped out and could smell something on the stove. Tiny probably had Momma cookin' him up some animal he caught because Tiny avoided the stove, it bothered him, made his burns itch or something.

The air was thick and musty and Baby made her way down the stairs, the house quiet aside from whatever was bubbling on the stove. She made her way through the dusty living room, her fingers tracing circles on the dust of the old television. Alone with her thoughts, she threw herself back on the worn in old couch and closed her eyes, her mind swarming with memories.

She thought back on the first day she met Otis, long after the days when Charlie got stabbed in the ass for taking dirty pictures of her, past the days when she stabbed Ritchie Higgins in the eye with her home made knife. He came in just as most did that were introduced to the clan, her father saw something in him and took him in. He was in his twenties when she first met him, white blonde hair and stormy eyes that she got caught up in the moment she looked into them.

"This is my baby girl." Cutter said with a proud smirk, pointing to the petite blonde with her legs draped over the couch. The thin blonde mans eyes scanned her frame and lustful thoughts consumed him. "Baby girl, tell him what happened to the last asshole who looked at you like he just did."

Baby smirked. "Daddy stabbed him in the ass."

"Yeah, so you keep lookin' like that jackass and I'll cut your pecker off."

Baby stood and stretched, her floral skirt slipping low as she did so, her thin stomach exposed. "What are we callin' you?" She asked.

"Otis, Otis Driftwood, and do I call you, momma?" Otis smirked.

"You can call me whatever you like." She smiled, stretching her gum between her fingertips and teeth.

It didn't take Otis long to dub her Angel-Baby, and the name still stuck to her, he'd still flash her smile with wicked eyes and let the words slip from his lips. She remembered the first time they killed together with malicious glee.

Otis watched her throw the knife into the young mans back with minimal effort, he gave a proud smile as she pushed the brunette down, placing her boot in the small of his back and sliding the knife from his flesh. Thick crimson flowed from his back and with angelic laughter Baby slid her tongue over the knife. The young man struggled to move, struggled to breathe and Otis made his way over, kicking dirt into his face as Baby sat herself down on the boys ass, giggling with glee. Otis pulled his head back by his shaggy locks, exposing his neck and the boy pleaded for his life.

"Please..." He struggled, choking on the blood that was filling his throat. "I got a girl to go home to..."

"Well, shit, son, why don't we all go on home and get her in on the action I bet she's a good fuck." Otis laughed, "Bet she's even better when she's dead."

Baby sighed and sat up, surveying the cluttered living room and then biting at her nails. She debated going to see if her father was back down at his Museum and frolicking through the Murder Ride, but Otis was still hanging heavy on her mind. She cocked her head as she heard noise in the backyard, curious she made her way through the house and out the back door, spying Otis in the distance chopping wood. He didn't notice her until she was behind him, tracing the top of his faded, dirty jeans. He dropped the ax to his side, turning to face her. She grabbed him by the belt loops again and he let the ax slip from his grip as her grabbed her by her upper arms and flung her into the dried grass, causing her to cry out, pleased. She wrapped her legs around his torso, pulling his groin into hers. They stared at each other through wicked eyes, giving lustful glances and beckoning whispers. Baby breathing grew heavier and she licked at her dry lips, and Otis leaned into her slipping his tongue into her mouth. She stopped him after a moment, realizing that Tiny might see and it would bother him. He was protective of his younger sister and though Otis was considered family, she knew it wouldn't sit right with Tiny. Besides her father could come by at anytime and neither wanted to listen to him at that point.

Tripping up stairs, dizzied by their desires they made it to Baby room where Otis picked her up, tossing her onto the bed, his fingers sliding under her top, his fingertips tracing the soft skin of her sides, causing her to squirm. He pulled off her top, throwing it to the floor as she fingered the button on his jeans, then making her way to the zipper. He found himself at her pants, sliding them down her hips eyeing her body with intense hunger.

Like clockwork the melted into each other, and it all felt new again. Unleashing the needs & desires that they had forced to lay dormant for so long...In sheer ecstasy they cried out and in a mass of limbs they collapsed into each other, struggling to catch their breaths.

Baby laid herself over Otis's bare chest and he twisted one of her curls between his fingertips.

"What's this mean?" Baby asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Means whatever you want it to mean, Angel baby." Otis replied bringing his lips to her neck, sucking on her silky skin and breathing in her scent. Her pheromones drove him wild and he knew he couldn't be able to control the urges that coursed through his veins. They looked at each other for a moment, before Baby sat up looming over him. She smiled, then leaned in, kissing him passionately, sliding her body over his. Within moments, passion had overwhelmed them yet again.

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The mud was thick as they trudged together through the back woods behind the house. On a friday nights teenage couples would hide out in the woods for sloppy makeout sessions and the hope that maybe they'd get lucky.

Otis and Baby stopped and listened for giggles and moans, they were accustomed to roaming the darkness, eager to discover teenagers in the midst of testosterone driven behavior.

"Shit, Mary Anne I dropped my lighter." They heard to their left. Baby gave a smirk and in silence they followed the voices to a small fire. Hiding in the shadows they watched until the moment seemed right.

"Well, Well, Well." Otis laughed as he emerged from the shadows, Baby following suit.

"Shit." The pimple faced boy cried out, dropping the joint he has pinched between his fingers.

"Who the fuck are you?" The brunette young girl, who they assumed was Mary Anne cried out, rolling her eyes at her companion and picking up the joint.

"Who the fuck are we?" Otis scoffed, looking over to Baby before giving a belly laugh.

"Sugar, we're the reason your Momma leaves a lock on the front door."

Mary Anne took a hit of the joint and shook her head. "Just a bunch of dirty hicks, Jonas, ignore them."

"Fuck You, Princess!" Baby exclaimed. "What makes you all high and mighty, seems like your boy there's might distracted since I've come around."

Mary Anne's gaze shifted to Jonas whose eyes were wrapped up in Baby's chest and how the hell her breasts stayed in such a low cut shirt.

"Pig." Mary Anne growled, shoving Jonas.

"Someone should teach you some manors, you little bitch." Baby said, walking over the the girl, stealing the joint from her fingers and pressing it between her lips. She took a hit then passed it off to Otis, reaching into her boot and pulling out her favorite knife. she pinned Mary Anne down, and as the girl struggled, Baby shoved her silver blade into the girls flesh, just above her collar bone and through her throat. Mary Anne's body shook and her eyes went wide, wide with the fear that always drove Baby wild.

"This will teach you not to speak 'til you're spoken to." Baby laughed, echoing into the darkness that surrounded them.

Otis took one look at the young boy at the edge of the plaid blanket, frozen in fear.

"Your Momma lied boy, every nightmare you ever dreamed is your sick reality." He growled, taking his own knife from the sheeth at the back of his pants and lunging at the boy, slicing underneath his jaw as the boys truggled under his weight. Mary Anne finally gave into the darkness, choking on her own blood as she lay pinned to the earth. Baby continued to laugh at the shadows on the trees, pulling her knife from the girls corpse and slashing at her chest. Blood stained and filled with untamed bloodlust Baby turned to stare at Otis while she licked her knife, the metallic taste of warm blood tickling her tongue.

Otis reached his bloody fingers through the underside of the boys jaw, gaping open and gushing blood, pulling his tongue down exposing it to the cool night air, the muscle twitching against his blood stained throat. Otis stood looming over the boy who was no longer struggling. His crimson essence flowed like a river as his life slipped from his veins and Baby moved next to Otis, tracing her knife over the boys bare chest, circling his nipple. Her knife made its way to the boys navel, where she lifted and then stabbed, the boys nerves causing him to flail a little which made Otisthrow himself down and dig his knees deep into the boys arms. Gleefully Baby stabbed over and over again, blood squirting up into her golden blonde ringlets.

They slaughtered the teenagers like cattle, fat, tissue, skin and blood soaking and scattered all over the old worn blanket the teenagers had spread.

They stared at the two bodies with twisted satisfaction before looking into each other, noticing the same carnal desires deep in each others eyes. Soon enough they were a mess of limbs, Otis pinning baby to the blood soaked blanket just next to Mary Anne and kissing her roughly. He ran his bloody fingers through her locks and then grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her into him.

In the darkness they gave in once again to their desires, and in the darkness they became one.