The Demon's Bride

Author’s notes: Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, and every other holiday out there! Here’s the early Chapter/Present to all my fellow Jeepers Creepers/Horror fans! I’m honour I’ve help a few reviewers get inspired to write their own Jeepers Creepers stories; I never thought I could do that? Thank you and good luck and have a safe, wondrous season and hope your New Year is full of joy, happiness, and insanity (the good kind of course Teehee)!


Trish began to worry as the dark, ominous storm clouds began to consume the dusky sky. The roar of thunder loomed over head, shaking the earth and sky in its wake. Tiny drips of rain began to fall; but as the moments went by, the rain began to pour mercilessly onto the rusty vehicle. Trish never liked driving while in a storm like this one, especially at night; and out of the middle of no where to boot. A hour went by and Trish noticed there were no other cars on the road; how far from civilization was she? As she continue to drive down the forgotten, small highway; Trish saw the road up ahead began to get darker. Turning her high beams on, Trish began to glance at her new surrounding. The tall, thick rows of trees looming over the lone, vacate road made Trish feel more isolated. Suddenly lightening flash as the thunder crack; causing Trish to utter a small scream – she hated storms; the sudden random sounds made Trish feel anxious.

Feeling a sudden, sharp pain in her gut, Trish groan in pain. Clutching her belly tighten, Trish lowered her head in discomfort. Something was wrong, the pain began to get worse. Choking out a scream, Trish raised her head once she realize she was still driving. Something flashed out of the corner of her eye; it look like a deer crossing sign?

“DEER!?” screamed Trish; seeing the deer in the middle of the road.

Slamming her foot against the brake and forcing the car to swerve around the animal; Trish felt the car start to fishtail – causing her to lose control of the vehicle; Trish began to panic. The young buck saw the incoming automobile and leap out of the way; much to Trish’s relief. But the car continue to skid and spin; threaten to tip over at one point.

“Come on!! COME ON!!” screamed Trish; trying desperately to gain control once again.

Twisting the wheel to the right, Trish screamed as she saw the thick trunk of a tree coming to her view. The sound of metal and wood crunching together; while the melody of glass shattering echoed into Trish’s ears. Everything went dark.

Trish felt light; like a feather. Everything was dark and quiet; it was oddly peaceful. There was no sound, no light, just darkness. Did she died? Was she in heaven? Wondered Trish. If she was in heaven, why was it so dark? Was this hell? she pondered. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t see; but she felt so peaceful and weightless she didn’t seem to care.

“Wake up.” Spoke a deep voice softly.

Trish felt her eyes fluttered open; but everything was blurry and dim. She closed her eyes softly.

“Wake up Patricia.” Order the voice. “Open your eyes!”

Trish struggled to open her eyes; feeling a sharp pain from her forehead develop. Feeling a sudden warmth began to stroke her head tenderly; Trish slowly open her eyes once more. Everything was blurry still; but as time went on, Trish began to see straight.

“Am…am I… am I dead?” asked Trish; feeling the person’s thumb stroke her swollen brow.

“No,” said the voice. “But you do need to wake up.”

The voice was strangely familiar; but who was it? Lifting her head up; Trish gasped as she widen her eyes in fright. The Creeper stood over her as he continue to stroke Trish’s brow.

“You… Why are you…?” began Trish; suddenly lost for words.

“Wake up.” He spoke.


Suddenly Trish screamed; feeling a sharp pain in her gut once more. Opening her eyes, Trish saw the deployed, bloody airbag in front of her. Placing her hand onto her upper part of her face; Trish felt a light sting from her bleeding forehead. Looking around, Trish noticed the Creeper wasn’t around. Was that a dream? Struggling to free herself from her seatbelt; Trish fumble for the door handle. Thunder roared angrily overhead; while lightening flashed across the night sky; lighting up the surrounding area. Struggling to open the door; Trish finally managed to pry herself free and landed soundlessly onto the moist ground below her.

The heavy rainfall was soothing on Trish’s skin; but it still wasn’t enough to stop the sudden jolts of pain and discomfort she was feeling. Lifting herself onto her feet; Trish glanced over her shoulder and noticed something amiss. Trish noticed the driver seat had a dark patch, like someone spilled something on it. Reaching in and feeling the seat, Trish’s eyes widen as the moist feeling on her finger tips – her water broke. Clutching onto her belly; Trish began to pant heavily as another contraction began. Trish was scared, cold, wet and having a baby; with no one to help. Looking around, Trish began to wander deep into the dark woods.

The contractions continue to get worse as she wander deeper and deeper into the woods. Collapsing onto her knees, Trish just couldn’t handle the stress and pain anymore. Pressing her back against a soak tree trunk; Trish began to pull off her constricting pants. Panting and whimpering heavily; Trish felt the sudden urge to push. Gripping the onto the light fabric on her panties; Trish quickly tear apart her undergarment. Trish cried out in pain and panted out intensely; gripping onto the tree roots and moist dirt under her tense fingers. Hot tears pour from her eyes; making everything blurry and out of focus. The pain was unlike anything she ever felt before; but she had to keep pushing. Lifting her shaking legs apart; Trish continue to push as her body screamed at her to free the new-born inside her cage-like womb. Her body shook and shiver from the stressful delivery, but Trish felt the crown of her baby against her womanhood. With one hard, painful push; Trish felt the baby’s head pop out and she reach down to help pull the rest of it out. Several hard pushes later, Trish with careful hands pulled the baby out from her very tender womanhood.

Trish placed the new-born onto the ground gently and slouched against the tree trunk in exhaustion. Her body shook and shivered from the sudden stress of labour that had occurred. Panting hard and heavy while her heart pump against her ribcage; Trish heard the loud sound of a baby cry. But the baby cry didn’t sound completely human; there was an light screeching mixed in. Glancing over tiredly at the shadowy lump on the ground; Trish watched with curiosity at the infant. A flashes of lightening brighten the dark area; revealing the appearance of the baby to the young woman. It was demonic; not a normal human infant. Trish shook her head in dismay she stared at the baby’s facial features; it was the same as its father – the Creeper. Trish screamed out in fear; causing the new-born to cry louder as she dragged herself away from the demonic baby.

Feeling around on the rain-soak ground, Trish felt the rough texture of a large rock against her soft hand. Gripping the rock tighten in her hand, Trish glanced over her shoulder to see the infant still crying hard as the rain continue to pour mercilessly on the two of them. Her mind was dizzy with wandering thoughts; making it hard to focus on logic. Her brother was dead, her parents were probably looking for her; her life was ruined; broken. She hated the Creeper; loathe his very existence. The baby look just like him, causing a sinful urge to grow inside Trish. Dragging herself back toward the crying infant, Trish was now kneeling over the demonic tot with her arm raised over it; the rock tight in her grip. It had to died, she thought to herself. This little bastard of the Creeper had to die! Narrowing her eyes at the wailing demon baby, Trish allow her hate to consume her. This ends tonight…

As the rain began to lighten, Trish saw the baby shiver from the cold; listening to the inhuman cries turn into soft whimpers. Trish lowered her arm, feeling the hatred that was consuming fade away the longer she watched the baby shiver. In frustration, Trish tossed the rock away as she pulled herself to lay against the cold, moist trunk of a tree. The baby continue to whimper and softly cry; making Trish cover her ears as she cried.

“Shut up… shut up…” cried Trish; shaking her head.

She was so confused; lost on what to do. She was alone, cold, wet, and just gave birth to a demonic baby that she almost try to kill. Why couldn’t she kill it? Looking at the baby with tearful eyes, Trish couldn’t stand watching the demonic infant shiver anymore. With tender care, Trish reach and gently took hold of the new-born; cradling its tiny frame within her arms. The baby renewed its cries; but Trish slowly began to rock the baby while her hand gently rub against the baby’s skin; trying to warm it up.

“Hush… it’s okay…” whispered Trish; trying to calm the little new-born in her arms. “Mommy’s here…”

That’s right, she thought; I’m its Mother. That’s she couldn’t kill it; motherly instincts must have kicked in; telling her to protect rather then destroy. The cries softly as they soon became soft mumbles and oddly enough, purrs. Trish felt a tiny hand take hold of her finger; causing her to tear up once again.

“Trisha!?” shouted a faint voice of a woman.

Trish raised her head, looking around to locate the voice. She knew that voice, it was Jezelle.

“Trisha! Where are you?”

“Here…” said Trish, but her voice was hoarse from screaming too much.

Suddenly she heard the loud caw of a crow near by; causing Trish to glance at her left. She saw the shadowy figure of the black bird landing next to her side; it was Gramps.

“Gramps…?”

The old, unkempt bird caw happily and flapped its wings in delight; happy he found her. Trish heard the sound of twigs snapping not to far from where she sat; only to see the worry face of Jezelle as the woman came into view.

“Trisha…” said the woman softly; only to cover her mouth in shock as she spotted the demonic baby in Trish’s arms.

Trish felt her eyelids become heavy; feeling more exhausted; then everything went slowly dark.


Eventually Trish awoke from her deep slumber, feeling all warm and cosy as she shifted her sore body in her wake. Was she dreaming, was the Creeper gonna pop out and rape her again? Trish waited for a moment, glancing around the room. Nope, no Creeper. Lifting herself carefully from the large bed, Trish noticed she was wearing a over-large cotton night-gown. It look like what her grandmother would wear, then a thought occurred – Jezelle. With gentle care, Trish removed her sore body reluctantly from the warm bed. Where was the woman, and where was the baby? Reaching for the door; Trish heard the faint inhuman cries of her baby. Following the sound of her baby’s soft cries, Trish stood by the entrance of the small kitchen, seeing the older woman holding the infant in a blanket.

“Oh you’re awake?” said Jezelle; spotting Trish standing by the doorway. “How do you feel, child?”

“Sore as hell…” replied Trish truthfully, she was still in a lot of pain.

“Good thing I found you,” began Jezelle, taking hold of a empty bottle. “You needed medical attention and luckily being a former nurse I--”

“Are you telling me you shit in your house to take care of me with?” asked Trish, feeling cynical toward Jezelle.

“I had a few things left over, yes.” Answer Jezelle; shifting her arm to grip the crying infant better. “Just be careful going to the bathroom; you tore a number down there and it’s going to hurt like no tomorrow!”

“Thanks for the tip,” said Trish, rolling her eyes – that was the last thing she needed to know.

Jezelle glanced at the young woman in front of her, then at the wailing infant wrapped comfortable in a blanket in her arms.

“What are you gonna do with him?” asked Jezelle.

“Him?”

“Yeah, it’s a boy.” Replied Jezelle.

Trish stared emotionlessly at the older, larger woman; only to shift her glance at the baby. She never really thought about what to do with the baby; she was too busy forcing herself to think on other things; like finding food and a place to stay. Taking a step inside the kitchen, Trish raised her arms up and look thoughtfully at the older woman.

“Give him here,” said Trish. “Might as well start being a Mother.”

Jezelle nodded and gently placed the whimpering infant in Trish’s arms. Trish stared at her demonic baby; seeing the dark skin and similar facial features of the Creeper on her baby boy’s face. Tracing her index finger against the little tot’s jaw line, Trish then placed her finger against his crying lips; only to have him start to suckling on her digit. Trish smiled softly; he had no teeth as she felt the soft gums against her finger.

“He’s hungry,” spoke Jezelle; causing Trish to break from her thoughts. “You gonna breast feed or bottle feed?”

“Breast feed… It’s better for him right?” asked Trish.

Jezelle nodded, “Yeah. Go take a seat, I’ll make you some sandwich. Turkey okay?”

“Yes please, on white.” Said Trish; carefully sitting herself on the wooden chair.

Removing the buttons on the night-gown, Trish was grateful it was oversize as she slid it off her shoulders; revealing her large, swollen with milk breasts. Trish was usually embarrassed to be nude in front of people; but with Jezelle she didn’t feel it. Lifting her baby boy toward her right breast, she felt him attach and began to suckle softly and happily.

“You sure you want this, Trish?” asked Jezelle, looking at Trish with concern. “Keeping this demon baby of yours?”

Trish stared at the older woman with thought; seeing why Jezelle would be concern. If she kept this baby, she would no longer have a normal life; she would have to avoid people to keep her child safe. She would have to isolate herself. Well, she thought; I stood this long being alone… why not longer?

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Replied Trish; stroking her baby’s dark, bumpy ridges of his brow. “But… Will you help me?” asked Trish nervously.

Jezelle was quiet for a moment, holding onto a small white plate with thought. “I’m not sure if I should, child?” stated Jezelle. “Being that child a demon and all… But I’ll help you, both of you.”

Trish smiled softly, “Thank you and I’m sorry.”

“For what, Trisha?”

“For hating you.” Said Trish. “What happen with Darry… I sort of… hated you for it… but really it’s was my fault for not listening to you in the first place. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay.” Said Jezelle softly; smile faintly. “I hated myself too.”

The room was quiet for a while; either of the two woman spoke to one another. Both allow the silence to develop between them for the moment. Eventually Jezelle spoke.

“Thought of a name yet?”

Trish thought for a moment, “Yeah. I did.”

“Whatcha gonna name the little guy?”

“Darius.” Said Trish. “Darius Marcus Jenner. Darry for short.”


END OF CHAPTER 8

Merry Christmas everyone; hope you enjoyed this chapter. R&R and stay safe for the holidays!