The Demon's Bride

Author’s Notes: Ooh! I’m having so much fun with this story! Been watching both Jeepers Creeper movies and other movies that are inspiring to create new ideas and story elements to make this fanfiction a lot more enjoyable to my fellow fans!


Trish was blissfully in her own little realm of peace as she sat by the fireplace; enjoying her engorge-in-cheese burger that was subsiding her hunger. The meat tasted strange though, but still editable. It been hours since she last ate, almost a full day; but the fates were finally being kind to her. Happily chewing on her oddly delicious snack, Trish glance around her new surroundings as she ate. The place was no ordinary bar or small restaurant; the place was like someone’s gothic-theme living room. The walls were a dark brown in colour; or was the colouring a rusty red – it was hard to tell in the dimly lit room. The wooden tables, chairs, and pillars were carved in gothic style art; creating more of an ominous atmosphere in the air. Trish slow her chewing and resting her hand on her bulging stomach; the place was giving her the creeps. On one of the far walls from the fireplace, a strange painting caught Trish’s attention; but suddenly got distracted when Felicia’s smooth voice broke through her thoughts.

“What’s the matter, Sugar?” spoke Felicia warmly, eerily warmly in fact. “Don’t like my cooking?”

“Uh-Um!” Trish covered her mouth; quickly swallow her food before speaking. “Oh no! The burger is great… it’s just…”

Trish was unaware how to word her concerns; in fact she wasn’t sure what would be the right responds. The place was dimly lit; the furniture were ominous looking; and the rest of the establishment was like Dracula’s hang out. Felicia smirk, tilting her head to the side in a seductive manner.

“This place isn’t your cup of tea, huh?” said Felicia, grinning when Trish nodded shyly. “That’s alright. You’re really not suppose to be here; but the moment I saw you in the rain – in the early hours no less, I felt bad.”

“Not suppose to be here?” asked Trish, eyeing the woman with interest. “Why? This some sort of club?”

Felicia burst out laughing, but it seem tense, like she was forcing herself to laugh. Trish’s cynical demeanor began to kick in, something was amiss. Felicia, while placing a lock of her blood, red hair behind her ear; chuckle devilishly at the young pregnant woman.

“Oh no.” said Felicia coldly; but forced a smile to hide her aggravation. But Trish was already aware she somehow offended the woman; but allow Felicia to continue to mask her annoyance. “This isn’t a club, Sugar. It’s a place where my… community meet up on a daily bases.”

“Community? Like a religious one?” asked Trish, rubbing her pregnant belly to help calm her nerves.

“Yes,” said Felicia, grinning nefariously. “Our community is relevantly small compare to most religions; but we have a devoted following.”

“And… what exactly does your religion practice?” asked Trish, curious on what this strange woman believe in.

“If that’s how things are going to be, Sugar.” Said Felicia, still grinning devilish at Trish. “Tell me all about you – and I might reveal more… secrets.” With that, the redheaded woman sat across from Trish, resting her chin in her hand.

“What do you want to know?” asked Trish cautiously, her voice laced with hostility.

“Who you are, for starters.” Said Felicia, wrapping a lock of her hair around her index finger. “Why a young, pregnant lady like yourself ended up here?”

“That’s rather personal.” Replied Trish, trying to avoid telling her story to the woman.

“So was telling you a little about my community,” said Felicia, cornering Trish to spill her own dirty secrets. “Also, I might add – I’ve been very generous in bringing you out from the rain and feeding you and your unborn child. Don’t want to be an rude guest, do you?”

Trish gulped, she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Felicia knew how to play her hand in their battle of wits and won the battle; but Trish decided to avoid giving too much details and just say enough to entice Felicia’s curiosity.

“I’m a survivor.” Began Trish; seeing she caught the odd woman’s attention. “Something terrible happened to me, and I’m trying to move on with my life.”

“I see, does this involve your baby?”

“No,” lied Trish, rubbing her belly. “Its just along with the ride.”

“Really? Are you-” suddenly a phone rang, “Excuse me, I must take this.”

“Take your time.” Said Trish; watching the woman disappear into another room.

Trish waited for a moment to make sure Felicia was preoccupied before deciding to investigate the room a bit better. Standing to her feet, Trish moaned as she placed her hands on her sore, lower back. Carrying extra weight and sitting in uncomfortable chairs for long hours was taking its toll on her. Placing one of her hands on her protruding belly, Trish felt a strong kick from the spawn of the creeper within her womb. Been almost a week since the Creeper impregnate her with his demon seed, and already she felt the baby kicking. The spawn inside her womb once again, causing one of her breasts to bounce. Trish couldn’t help but laugh sadly, it was a bittersweet moment she was living through. Glancing around the room, the young woman took a closer inspection on the carvings on one of the pillars. The images were of bat-wing demons flying above a sea of people; their faces revealing their dismay and anguish. Trish twisted her face in disguise, displease at the sight in front of her. What in the world do these people worship, wonder Trish as she continue to wander around the room.

Just then, Trish remember the painting that caught her attention early. Trish glanced over her left shoulder to see if Felicia had return from her call; not yet, much to Trish’s delight. Heading over the area where the painting reside, Trish’s heart skipped a beat in dread. The painting, in the similar style of Edvard Munch, was of a demon – with it’s large bat-like wings covering the dark red and black sky. But what got Trish’s so scare was the creature look just like the Creeper. The face, the wings, the talons and claws – everything!

“What the fuck…?” whisper Trish to herself; a single tear running down her cheek as the memories of his torment awoke inside.

“Sorry to keep you waiting Patricia,” said Felicia as she enter the room.

The older woman stopped and noticed Trish standing in front of the large painting of the demon; causing her to smile wickedly to herself. Moving silently toward the dumb-stuck Trish, Felicia stood next to the young woman quietly and smile happily at the painting.

“Beautiful, isn’t he?” said Felicia in delight.

“Beautiful? YOU THINK THAT’S BEAUTIFUL?!” shouted Trish, glaring at the older woman as she pointed angry at the painting.

“What, not an art lover?” asked Felicia coldly, tilting her head to one side in a curious manner. “Or do you prefer an prissy human-look-alike with bird wings on their backs?”

Trish stared in disbelief at the older woman, to shock to say anything. Whom ever this woman was, she was starting to create unwanted chills down Trish’s spine. She no longer care what this woman’s little “community” was about, but from the way the strange woman worship the painting, she didn’t want to find out. Running abruptly pass Felicia, Trish took hold of her discarded bags and headed to the front door.

“Wait! WAIT!” shouted Felicia, grabbing hold of Trish’s right arm. “Where are you going? You can’t leave!?”

“I am!” growled Trish angrily, pulling her arm back from the woman’s grip. “You can’t fucking stop me!”

With that, Trish left the establishment; leaving Felicia glare viciously at the door. The phone rang once again, causing the older woman to narrow her eyes; she knew whom was calling and she knew they weren’t happy. Either was she.


Trish quicken her pace down several block, searching for a place to rest while making enough distance between her and Felicia. Seeing the crosswalk lights change ahead of her, Trish stopped and waited for her time to cross safely. As she waited, the sound of a crow was heard. Odd, she thought, it sounded close? Glancing down by her feet, she saw the most grubby, unkempt, miserable looking crow she ever saw. It stare at her with its beady little, black eyes – reminding her of a old, miserable man.

“What do you want?” asked Trish, eyeing it displeasing.

The crow cawed at her once more, flapping it’s unkempt wings in aggravation. This day was getting stranger and stranger, she thought, watching the odd-looking bird continue to squawk at her – was it yelling at her?

“Shoo. Shoo. Go away.” Said Trish, motioning her hand for it to go away; but it refused to budge.

As it cawed at Trish, the sound of more crows were heard. Trish glanced around her, gasping in shock at what she saw. Crows, hundreds of them, stared and caw at her while on top of the buildings, power lines, and cars near her – talk about an Alfred Hitchcock moment. Seeing the crosswalk lights change, Trish rushed pass the old crow and began to cross. Hearing the noise of flipping wings, Trish screamed in fright as the old crow landed on her shoulder; cawing angrily at her ear.

“Fuck!! Get away!” shouted Trish, brushing the crow off her shoulder with her right hand.

The grubby old crow flew toward a park car, landing on it seamlessly as it turned to face Trish once more with a glare. She didn’t have time for this, but the old crow was persistent. The two stared at one another, causing Trish to become frustrated.

“What? Want me something from me?” asked Trish in aggravation. “I can’t believe I’m talking to a stupid bird.”

The crow cawed softly and flew behind Trish, landing on another park. The bird began to hop in once place, flapping its wings to continue to keep Trish’s attention on it.

“You want me to follow you?” she asked, watching the bird caw happily to her before hopping to another car to stand on.

Trish sighed and began to follow the old, grubby crow. “Great Trisha, you’re talking to and following a stupid bird.”

As the old, cranky bird guided Trish down several blocks, she was surprise to see it brought her to a motel. Glancing up toward the lone street light, she saw the crow staring down at her with discontent. Smirking, Trish placed her hand on her hip before speaking to the grouchy bird.

“What, did they run out of guarding angels and sent you instead?” mocked Trish; causing the crow to squall in anger.

“Yeah yeah, love you too.” Said Trish tiredly before entering the motel.


END OF CHAPTER 5