A House of 1000 Corpses/The Devil's Rejects Fanfiction:

SUMMARY: Someone from Baby's past comes to stay with the Firefly clan.

RATING: NC-17 for mature themes such as extreme/gory violence, sadism, sex, rape, etc.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the Ho1C/TDR characters. I only own any original characters and the plot of this story.

Daisy of the Thousand Days


Princess Angelita

Chapter One: Mr. Cutter's Place

It was twilight in Ruggsville, Texas, and the stars were beginning to shine their light up in the violet sky. A young woman stood outside a gas station, smoking a cigarette and staring up at the bright blinking lights of Captain Spaulding's Museum of Monsters and Madmen. Her dark blue eyes twinkled merrily and she began to laugh, flicking her cigarette away towards the road.

"You have got to be fuckin' kidding me. That ol' bastard actually did it."

The woman adjusted her cutoff denim shorts so they rode more comfortably on her hips and began walking towards the door of the gas station. Her pink cowboy boots left little puffs of dust behind her heels as she sauntered up and placed a slender, tanned hand on the door handle and went in. The place smelled like mold, grease, fried chicken, urine, and old blood. She wrinkled her tiny nose, her rosy lips curled into a smirk, and she tilted back her straw cowboy hat to get a better look at the place.

"My God, he brought this ol' shit into 'is store?" She rolled her eyes and walked up to the cash register. "Mr. Cutter, you in here?" Her lithe body leaned over the counter, pushing her breasts up underneath the simple pale pink halter top she wore.

"Who the fuck is it?" someone shouted from a room in back.

The woman laughed. "Mr. Cutter?"

A much older man stuck his head out from behind the door. His head was bald and his face was painted like a clown's. The angry expression on his face switched to wide-eyed leering. "And how can I help you, little missy?" he asked.

She grinned at him. "Mr. Cutter, are y' tellin' me y' don't recognize me?"

He stared at her, fingering his beard. "No one's called me Mr. Cutter since . . . wa-it a minute . . . but naw, she's been gone for ten years."

"Nine, Mr. Cutter."

The clown slapped his thigh. "Well fuck me runnin', if it ain't little Sarah-May Alten! Little Daisy, Eve used to call you."

She shook her head. "I go by Daisy Cruor now, Captain Spaulding."

Cutter laughed heartily. "An' what are you runnin' from, to have t' change your name?"

Daisy shrugged her shoulders and grinned. "I've been a pretty bad girl."

"I take it sendin' you away didn't change you a bit."

"Not at-tall, Mr. Cutter."

"Now, Daisy, you're a big girl now! Yew can call me plain ol' Cutter."

"Why I sure am honored," she told him with a sexy smile.

Cutter grinned at her. "You didn't come here jes' t' look for me, did you Daisy?"

"I need a place to lay low for a while," Daisy said honestly. "I don't take up much room. All I got are th' clothes on my back an' my knife. I was hopin' Vera-Ellen would be 'round somewhere, too."

"She, like you darlin', has a new name. My little darlin' goes by Baby. Baby Firefly, my pride and joy."

"Baby? Who th' hell named her that?"

"Well now, darlin', you'll be meetin' him soon. I know Baby'll be happy as fuck to see you. You can lay low back at the house as long as you like."

Daisy grinned broadly and stood up straight. Her dark brown waves tumbled around her oval face, covering up her cleavage. "I was hopin' you'd say that, Cutter." She blew him a kiss and turned around to walk out the door.

"You got a car?" Cutter asked curiously.

She shook her head. "Nope. I'm gonna hitch it."

"I can call R.J. on up here to get you."

"Ooh, is Rufus still livin' there?"

"Yeah," Cutter replied, scratching his belly. "Him and Tiny both."

"Aww. I've missed Tiny."

Cutter chuckled. "They'll be glad t' see you. You sure you wanna hitch?"

"Yep," Daisy told him. "I need to pick up a present for Vera . . . I mean, Baby."

"That'll make her happy," Cutter said with a laugh. "All right, darlin'. I'll see you round. And here, take this. Y' never know when you need it." He handed her a revolver.

Daisy took the gun and skipped back to the door before smiling and waving at him. "By the way, love the museum," she said over her shoulder.