Fan Fiction ❯ Hillbilly Hell: X-files the Untold Story ❯ Ya' Go Girl ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

~ Hillbilly Hell: X-Files, The Untold Story ~

By: lil Angel and Cousin Bubba

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Butchering of the English language. Unprovoked, crude, dark humor. Stereo typical ravings of a lunatic.

Disclaimers: I do not claim anything. I don't claim to be a writer and if you ask me I won't even claim the story.

Author's Notes: I'm a back water country girl, so that should explain it all…….My cousin helped me write this, but I had to turn down his offer of marriage. ^_~'

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{ A Vampire Nest, Somewhere in the Hallers of Back Water Ozarks }

"Hey, ya'll. Pa' we gonna be hav'en our there Sunda' dinner in tha' city?"

asked BillyBob pulling at his overalls as they slipped yet again, some where along the way having lost his makeshift belt; a piece of old rope. "Hold yer' horses boy. We'll be gon'en in a bit." Bubba Sr. answered , stretching and scratch his face. "The sun ain't quite down yet, now go fetch yer brother." Pa' yawned, squinting at his son. "Who?" BillyBob looked at his father stupidly. Pa' gives him that look from his spot hanging in the rafters of an old run down barn. "Bubba Jr., you damn nit-wit." BillyBob hung his head, "Alright Pa', but I ain'ta go'in in his stall. It stanks'a" Sighing deeply, Pa jumps down from his perch. "Now don't sass me. Get in there and get'em so we can get'a mov'en" BillyBob fetched his brother, Bubba Jr. "Pa' I wants som' grits." Bubba Jr. said looking at him. "Some what? Boy, don't make me whip ye'r ass. You know you don't eat grits no'mer." Bubba Jr. moves a few steps away. "No, Pa'. I want some grits. Girls Raised In The South." Pa' snacked them by the ears, dragging them out into the cool evening air.

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{Small Farm House}

NellyBeth sat back sharpening her bowie knife. Hey blond hair held in pigtail. "Nelly, com'er a moment would'ga hon'?" Petting her dog Butch, who was sitting on the porch beside her. "Com'en Ma'." She climbed to her feet. Moving to the screen door. "What'cha want Ma'?" She jumped put of the way as her mother spit `baccy into the spittoon by the door. "You'ra go'in to tha' city hon'. Need ya' to go get ma' some mor' t'baccy and kell a few vampy's." She says with a toothless grin. "But Ma'. You be a know'en I don't like that plan. It's noisy, smelly'a , and the boys ere fresh." Ma' just shook her head. " NellyBeth, your at the ripe old age of eighteen. Ya'll ain't even know'ed a bo' yet. " "But Ma' I just ain't meet tha' right one. He's gat'a be spacial. Not to menshion have all his teeth." Ma' stared for a moment. "Be'in spacial ain't noth'en when ya'r house is bar'. Ya' be need'in some young'ens of yer own. " NellyBeth gaped, her eyes wide and reply's, "Young'ens, Hell I ain't even had sex yet." Ma' hands her , her bag and smacks her on the ass. "Now get on out'a here. You know better than sass me."

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{ Saint Louis, Missouri }

"I know I saw them here somewhere." An irritated voice said. The man, Draven, stood in the shadows , glancing around. "Well, it won't be hard to spot them. Talk about standing out like a sore thumb." He said as he watched a strangely dressed female walking into an ally way. "Talk about your daisyduke's." He grinned as he followed her discreetly.

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"Ho' doges we' got ur's a hot one Pa'." BillyBob whooped and hollered. Jump'en from one place to another. "Damn the girl can run like an Arkansas virgin." Pa' narrowed his eyes and snapped, "Calm down and shut your trap. We ain't got'em yet." The girl quickly turning, whipping put her trust can of `MACE'. BillyBob, on the receiving end of the spray. "Ah, Hell Pa'. I can't see." BillyBob wiping at his eyes. Bubba Jr. , suddenly braking into a rendition of: "Ya'll GO Girl, Ya'll Go Girl, Ya'll Go Girl…" while doing a little dance. "Ya' need to lay off the `shine , boy. You'r about a penny shor' o'a doller." Pa' says watching Bubba. A sharp breeze coming up and whipping Bubba's overalls down. The girl shrieks running off. "Well, I ain't that bad look'en." Bubba says with his hand on his hip. "Put yer' clothes back on. You just'a cost us are supper."

"There yawl been hid'en yawls kesters. " NellyBeth said as she stepped into their line of sight. Her hands placed on her hips, showing off the bowie knife and stakes.

"Oh, boy, Pa' I ain't seen such good legs." Bubba, drooled as he looked at Nelly. "I'm a thigh man myself, hmmm.." BillyBob throwing his own comments in. Pa' just looked at them and then at her. "I like white meat myself. Make me want to be a lil babe again." Draven listened to the ludicrous exchange, frowning. "Not even yer Ma' would have you old man." Nelly stated pulling her shirt back up from where it had slipped. " Alright," Draven moved into the dim light of the ally. "I can't take anymore of this. An EllyMay want to be and you three idiots taking about her like she's the all you want to eat buffet at KFC."

{Tune into tomorrow. Same hillbilly time, same hillbilly station.}

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lil Angel: You know yawl er' laughing….. *grins*

Cousin Bubba: I promise I'll get a ring. *pouts*

lil Angel: *glares* but what about cousin George?

Cousin Bubba: But I don' wanna marry George. He snores.

Lil Angel: To late. Remember when ya' drank a lil to much `shine?

Cousin Bubba:……………