Hi long time floks...ehe

I Suck I know and apologize for the very long ass wait all of you have suffered due to my lack of well time, creativity and all around motivation.

my reason Craptastic year! Not an excuse just what it is for me….Sorry for leaving you all hanging.

"Guest?" Not sure if it was one or multiple who reviewed ? Whoever you are I thank you for forcing me back to this.

Hope all of you enjoy R & R if you forgive me and want more. Pretty please

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Cypress wandered into the lot, the silence of dawn breaking with the brittle caws of crows who sat on the low humming power lines; Beady eyes intent on her as she wandered below them. She wasn't sure if she had made the right choice in coming to the clubhouse even after two days of following Gator from one grave to another. Pulling up slaughtered girls one after the other all along the back lines of her property. Her head rolling shuffling and pinning down her ma's words all as she'd pulled up decayed and rotting corpses to do a burn of all them. She'd dug ground, made a 12x12 kiln pit for the her body grind all her unidentifiable emotions; Cy dissected resected analyzed her own desires with each plant of the shovel. Sweat dirt and the fragrant smell of decay surrounded her as she evaluated Dahlia's last words over what were now to be Cy's choices to make, Now that she stood in the world alone. Only to stall out at Gators frantic barks dragging her onto bluebird lot too one more grave.

Along with Dahlia's last words, there was Silvio's training. Cy had her own desires and feelings to consider, not that she was clear on what those were yet. Silvio's lessons hadn't been learned in the pages of a book they were not theory or conceptual ideas they were etched in her skin embedded in her mind, flesh. With a searing clarity that only pain can teach. chaos annihilation,death, these were her's to have nothing natural Instinct reshaped, self identity became what Silvio said it was. What being of Canis blood required.

Cy found Silvio's voice floated more in her mind now that he was dead, then when the asshole had been breathing. The one thing Silvio had never managed to rewire, was her need for reason logic comprehension. An instinctive need that required her to have all the knowledge she could in her self and those around her, before she made a choice and there was a quite pull to know what it was that made her different than Dahlia and Silvio and all the others of their blood unbelievably curious to Know who had given her her flaw as the old man had called it.

Cy had never really had, or wanted relation,interaction with others. It had never been of interest to her, until Derrell, that foreign instinct to protect when she'd met his eyes as he grabbed the alligator tail had hit her hard with him; and now Happy brought to surface odd tinges of emotion again foreign,disconcerting,unlearned and discounted emotions she wasn't sure she was comfortable with. The shift in her reactions to these people the familiarity was disconcerting. Cy felt adrift all the words and event that had led her to Charming were a contradiction to all she had been taught she was now unfettered, the choice was hers and so far she wasn't sure which way she was going to go there were things she should have done by now she should of let the rest of the family know of Dahlia's demise, she should've stepped in taken her position in the machine that was Canis. Yet she still didn't have all the piece to make a clear picture of what it was Batty had told her to find. The newness of it all was guiding her now she wanted to understand how and why she was feeling these tugs and pulls in her head and her heart an organ she was positive only pumped blood in her suddenly stuttered and clamped in reaction to Dahlia's death, Happy's existence and Darrell's words.

Cy looked over the lot of Teller Morrow as she sat up on the picnic table the bikes were all lined up drawing her gaze for a moment, only to follow the refractions off the chrome pipes that faded to an odd eerie light across the reaper mural,the reaper seemed to popped off the brick in the breaking light of morning as if it was the sentinel of all slumbering creek of a hinge broke the moment, she watched the door rolled her shoulders back dropped her elbows on to her knees, she coked her head at an angle as she watched happy light up a smoke with his head dropped down, she braced for the moment he'd see her. Until she laid eyes on him she hadn't really been sure of what she was doing. She'd come here with the idea that the club should know about the crop of dead girls. At least that had been the excuse she rattled away in her head; but the truth of why? was stalking towards faltered as he caught sight of her only for split second, then his steps seemed to increase in length if not speed only to stop on a dime just in front of her.

"Cypress" Happy's slate shale voice came on smoke to her ears the one little utterance of her name from his lips seemed sharper than any blade she had ever felt, there was a proprietary feel to his utterance and Cy wasn't sure if she wanted to belong.

Happy was holding himself in check curbing the urge to reach out and grab her; and just took in the look of her. He could see Batty in her features clear as day but there were bits and pieces that were his. Her colour, the way she moved with fluid conscience motions, only to become still in a state of deliberate ease. Her fixed black stare at her surroundings, that was all from him. The awareness of her surroundings not against a threat but as an predator seeks it's prey was a toss up or a blend of him and Batty.

The silence was broken by a sharp caw both sucked in a sharp breath as if to speak only to fall back into silent contemplation of each other. Happy gave her a deliberate nod of his head in acknowledgement, his stance eased back and opened up to an easy trusting posture she found herself reciprocating. All her jumbled thoughts stopped, with that one simple physical motion of trust. Happy wasn't drowning her in words she'd have to interpret the meaning too or find the right ones in return. She wouldn't have to connect the words to stunted emotions. she understood at a gut level the silent communication he was offering. trust. Cy felt herself needing to create a buffer she wasn't ready or willing to jump right into the deep end.

"My boy Gator got a nose for what's buried" Cy stated as she eased herself off the picnic table never breaking her gaze from Happy, the raising of his eyebrow was all it took for her to understand he was waiting more of an explanation.

"5 girls on mine 1 so far on your side"

" So far?" Happy asked

"Gator acts eager to keep looking. So, more? It's likely " Cy said with a shrug

" dig up the one on bluebird?" Happy dropped his smoke and ground it beneath his boot heel

"Nah...setup to burn mine,add in yours Once you all dig em up" Cy said with a bit of a snark

"Clay needs to know he'll have questions"

"Ain't got a lot of answers" she slid herself back onto the tabletop she dropped her head and pulled a small blade from her boot and began to clean her nails. Happy was looking at her with a hard tension which made his wide mouth flat she watched him swallow as if he was holding back she found herself feeling impatient for him to just spit out that he knew who and what he was to her. she wasn't interested in being the initiator of that conversation that would need way too many words, explanations and the more she talked, the more she felt, the more control seemed to slip. Minutes passed with happy eyes watching her; tension built in her. Cy's heart began to do an odd thump in her chest and stalled out to a stop when she heard his voice asking the question she wanted and avoided in the same breath.

"Batty tell you who I am?" Happy asked the question, no way to get the ball rolling on this conversation unless he sucked it up and did it.

"Batty?" Cypress felt an instant resentment at the fact that Happy had name all his own for her ma. Till Silvio's death Cypress had always just called her Dahlia she never had the instinct to call her ma, mother, mama or whatever till Dahlia put a bullet in Silvio.

"Dahlia? She's Batty to me" his voice was soft, Happy saw the resentment he wasn't sure what that was about, but he saw it felt it roll of the girl but chose to ignore it for now.

"Was...Yah know she done got dead right? You were notified same as I was,

with a words from the dead video informing me that you are my…. " Her words at first cold and distant fluttered at the end to befuddlement as if she wasn't sure of what to call him.

"You can call me anything you want kid... But just so we're fucking clear. You're my flesh and blood and I'm yours end of discussion." He invade her space as he spoke stepping right up till he was eye to eye with her, making it clear to her he meant every word he was uttering; but it was the reflection of her own eyes staring back at her clear black and full of pride and wonder that made Cypress place her hand on his shoulder as she pushed him back and stepped off the the table her hand still on him accepting his proximity and words.

"Guess grave digging and corpse burning, is as good a get to know ya, for our shared flesh and blood. Just don't vomit while we do... or I'll be calling ya Ralph" Happy seemed to growl cough and choke only to end up with his head thrown back in what for him passed as a laugh.

Uncle Tig Help or hindrance in body disposal 101?

Reviews would be greatly valued !

Did I hit the feel of the story? Been so long it's hard to get the same flow and feel going would love to know.

So cheeky I know going to do my best not to leave you all waiting once more. Thanks for reading.