The Demon's Bride

Author’s Notes: Big thank you to all the reviewers, you guys just keep on inspiring me to continue on this project!

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Trish stared emotionlessly at her clock, watching the second hand tick around the timepiece with its hypnotic dance. Time felt slower the longer she observe the clock’s soothing trance, but it was the only thing keeping her distracted from her sickness and her sudden hunger. It was three in the morning, but Trish just couldn’t sleep; especially not after the nightmare. Groaning in frustration, Trish decided to find something to eat to satisfy her hunger; perhaps this would get rid of the sickness she thought to herself. Grabbing hold of her bathrobe, Trish quietly tip toed out of her bedroom and into the hallway, noticing a dim light shining from down stairs. Curiosity taken hold of the young woman, Trish descended quietly down the steps and entered the kitchen, only to be surprise to see her father. He was sitting down at the kitchen table, all silent and depressed looking as he held onto an empty beer bottle in hand. The floor was litter with empty to half-empty bottles of beer. Trish gasped and tried to leave, but her father called out to her before she could leave.

“Trish… my s-s-sweet little… baby girl…” said her father; his voice slurred in a drunken demeanor. “I—I need… to tell you… s-s-som-something important-t-t…”

“Yeah… Dad?” replied Trish, cautious of her father.

Mr. Jenner stood from his chair awkwardly and drunkenly stumbles to his daughter, only to embrace her with his large arms. Trish stiffen, confused at the sudden affection her father was giving her. One of Mr. Jenner hands ran through Trish’s thick locks of hair, sobbing softly as he held tight of his daughter.

“F-forgive me… PL-LEASE… Forgive me for being s-s-such…ASS..hore...!” begged her father.

“It’s… okay, Dad.” Said Trish softly, tearing up slightly as her father continue to embrace her. “Really…”

“No… NO! I was…su-such a bastard… s-shouldn’t have blamed you…” replied her father, his breath thick with alcohol that it was making Trish more nauseous. “I’m… So…Sorry...”

“Dad?” spoke Trish softly, “Can you apology when you’re sober? That way I know you’re serious?”

“Yes… Yes... I’ll just…” with that, Mr. Jenner left; leaving Trish alone with her thoughts.

“The story of my life…” said Trish sadly to herself.

Grabbing an empty bottle off the room, the young woman decided to clean up the kitchen before her dear old mum saw the mess; Trish knew her Mother was dealing with enough as it was. It took Trish a little while to clean, since she was trying to keep as quiet as she could so not to disturb her sleeping parents; but also she was distracted. Thoughts of her brother came into mind; as well as what could have happened, but deep down inside she knew the answer. Then her wandering thoughts remember the dream, or nightmare to be correct. Rubbing her wrist where the still sore, yet tingling feeling of where the Creeper took hold; Trish began to wonder about the dream. Was it real or just a silly dream, it felt real to Trish – but she scoff it off. The nightmare was just playing with her mind, making her body think it was real. That’s how dreams work, she figured; none of it was real.

After finishing up cleaning her Father’s beer bottles, Trish busies herself with making her early morning breakfast. Bacon and eggs was a good start she thought, but she continued her cooking; odd cravings began to kick in. The bacon were smother in mustard and ketchup, the eggs were scramble up with pickles; ham and chicken – it made Trish wonder what the hell was her problem. Dishing her out her odd meal, Trish took one look at her breakfast and cautiously taken a bite of her freak creation. Surprising, it was delicious – but what surprised Trish more was that she wanted more.

“I thought I could smell something off?” spoke her Mother, leaning tiredly against the doorframe.

“Mo-Ohm…” Trish covered her mouth to finishing chewing. “Mom, what are you doing up?” asked Trish, swallowing her food.

Mrs. Jenner came into the kitchen and stood by her daughter, eying the food with interest. Trish continued to eat, not really minding her Mother watching her eat.

“I use to make meals like this when I was pregnant.” Spoke her Mother, causing Trish to slow her chewing. “Trish… Are you?”

The thought of being pregnant never occurred; but Trish shook her head – not believing she could be pregnant.

“Don’t be silly Mom,” said Trish; smiling at her Mother. “People make strange things to eat all the time. Remember Darry making…”

Trish stopped, not wanting to upset her Mother by reminding her of missing son. Mrs. Jenner stared at her daughter’s odd creation of food in silence, her face still cold and emotionless.

“Did you throw up?” asked Mrs. Jenner.

“Well yeah… but I haven’t eaten in days! That’s why,” replied Trish.

“Do your breasts feel tender, honey?” asked her Mother.

“Yes, but remember I just… I just escape a monster that hurt me,” Said Trish. “Look Mom I’m not-“

“Nipples darker?” asked Mrs. Jenner, cutting off her daughter.

“What are you getting at Mom?” asked Trish in frustration

“You’re talking to a woman whom gave birth twice. All these oddities that you are doing add up. You’re pregnant.”

Trish stared at her Mother in disbelief; but Mrs. Jenner cold, depress expression showed her was serious with her accusation.

“Honey, open up your robe for a moment?” asked her Mother softly.

Trish stalled for a moment, but willingly applied to her Mother’s demands. Opening up her robe, Trish watched her Mother look at her injured body; watching her expression change from cold to confusion. Mrs. Jenner stared at Trish’s bandage-covered body; her expression never changing.

“I don’t remember you being rounder?” spoke her Mother, her voice lace with disbelief.

Trish glanced down quickly to see what her Mother’s was seeing, only to gasp in shock. Her belly was protruding out a little, not a lot, but making Trish look a little pudgy. Swallowing a lump in her throat, Trish stared at her Mother fearfully. This couldn't be happening she thought to herself; she had to be dreaming still.

Hours later, Trish’s parents took her to the doctor’s. As the doctor examined her, Trish’s mind was spinning with dread. After a few minutes, the doctor told her what she was most fear – she was six weeks pregnant. Everything went so fast after that, once her parents found out they immediately asked to see the ultrasound. As Trish and her parents watch the image appear, the baby inside Trish’s womb seem off. Mr. and Mrs. Jenner stared at one another while the doctor tried to understand what the image was showing. Trish on the other hand; was lost in her own little world. She was pregnant, carrying a child – a spawn of the Creeper inside her. A tear fell from her eye, this couldn’t be happening.

A day went by and Trish was now sitting silently in the waiting room of the abortion clinic. As she sat motionless in her seat; Trish was completely oblivious of her crying mother holding her hand and her father cursing about the monster whom caused so much suffering. She tried to cry, she tried to scream in anger and sadness, but she was unable to. Trish felt that reality had hit her so hard with the truth, that it had caused her to be numb. Trish shallow a lump in her throat, just a few moments to go before the termination. But somehow, she didn’t want to do this. Her heart ached as each second passed by; the termination of the spawn of the Creeper would commence – but it was her spawn too. Trish’s right hand absentmindedly rested on her abdomen; she was allowing another death.

“Miss Patricia Jenner?” called the Nurse.

Trish stared fearfully at the Nurse, then at her parents. She couldn’t do this; she just couldn’t do this. Trish’s parents look upon Trish with confusion, but her father figured that she was just scared. He knew that this was first time for any member of the family being in an abortion clinic, so he figured that Trish was just nervous. But Trish wasn’t nervous; she was scared – scared for the unborn child within her womb. Yes, it was spawn of the Creeper, but it was part human – part of Trish. That, and she was about to let someone kill another innocent being, she was no better than the Creeper.

“Miss Jenner? The Doctor is waiting,” said the Nurse.

“No…” whisper Trish.

“Honey… Sweetie… Aren’t you going to go in?” asked Mrs. Jenner.

“N-no…” whisper Trish again as tears flowed down her cheeks.

“Trish, what’s wrong?’ asked Mr. Jenner.

“I… I can’t!” said Trish as she stood.

Trish ran out the door of the waiting room, ignoring her parents’ shouts and cries behind her. She ran pass a couple of nurses, doctors, and other people as she ran down the hall. Trish ran inside the elevator as the doors opened when people walked out. She turned to look to see that her parents running after her, shouting and calling out to her. Trish pushed the button for the basement level, watching the door closed on her father as he tried to reach her. Trish sobbed as the elevator descended to the basement of the clinic, her hand absentmindedly stroking her abdomen.

Elsewhere, Jezelle awoke abruptly as her dreams spoke of a future that has yet been unfolded. It was another vision with Trish in the woods, but she was pain; screaming – but her screams were drowned out by a thunder storm. There was also another sound that Jezelle wasn’t sure what to make of it; but it reminded her of cry. Jezelle whimper softly as her trusted lab nuzzled his cold, wet nose against her side; trying to comfort his master. The woman she wasn’t sure if she was curse or bless with seeing visions; but Jezelle didn’t like seeing them. Hearing her golden lab whine with concern, the woman began to rub his right ear affectionately.

“Oh Oscar.” Spoke Jezelle lovingly to her beloved dog. “Looks like this bad omen haunting Trish isn’t quiet done with her yet.”

End of Chapter 3