In the Rain
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Category:
G through L › Jeepers Creepers
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,938
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Jeepers Creepers, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Lather
In the Rain
Movie: Jeepers Creepers
Characters: Creeper/OC
Rating: NC-17
Contact: aj_angelique@yahoo.com
Disclaimer:
I don't own Jeepers Creepers or the Creeper (that would so rock though *sniffles)
I do own Angelique WaterHart though and if you lay even one skin cell on her I will tie you up, cut off all your skin with an razor blade and shower your skin with salt & lemon juice before I bathe you in honey and let you loose amongst my flesh eating ants.
Notes:
Sequel to "Perchance to Meet the Creeper"
A Mystic Sister Saga AU type of story where the Creeper isn't bound by time and Angelique can visit him when she pleases.
Any questions?
Good, I thought not.
With that said and done, take my hand and allow me to guide you through the story...
__________________________________________________
In the Rain
AJ Angelique
1) Lather
It was a fine Autumn day as the Creeper drove his trademark old brown and beaten up truck with the BEATIN U license plate on the back down the back water country highway that was somewheres in the bible belt. He had been out all day seeking out more people in which to discern from them what his body needed to survive, as well to add to his collection of cadavers in the cavernous part of the old church basement. Though he had found a few people that day, the road was sadly devoid of people that day and this showed by the deep frown on his face which only served to add a few more wrinkles to his face.
So as the evening approached, he made his way back to the church with what few bodies he had collected that day. The ride was a long one and a silent one at that; he would have turned on the radio except he wasn't in the mood to listen to the voice of the preachers. Just one of the negative points of making this area his hunting grounds as he glanced at the antique radio that was made to play 8 tracks. He made a mental note to upgrade it to something that at least played cassettes in the future as he glanced at the sky out of the corner of his eye.
He noted the sun as it crawled its way towards the horizon like a fiery serpent as it shifted from a golden yellow color to a fuchsia color before it would finally change to a blood red color. The same color that the edge of the horizon was bathed in as the sky that touched it was fringed in the tones of a watercolor pink that shifted into a dark baby blue as the many clouds in the sky were a dark scarlet color. As his eyes shifted back to the road, the wind picked up and blew into the truck. From its scent, he could tell that it was going to rain.
At long last, the Creeper saw a speck of white in the distance and as he drew closer the speck became the old church, which stuck out like a sore thumb in contrast to its surroundings of the few nearby trees and the long grass. Slowly placing his foot upon the break, he slowed the truck as he neglected to use his turn signal to turn left into the driveway. The crows cawed loudly as the tires of the truck kicked up dust from the drive way as he drove the truck towards a pipe that was buried deep within the ground yet one end was five feet or more above the ground and he parked the truck by the pipe so as he had easy access to the opening once he opened the back up.
Once parked, the Creeper cut the engine and left the keys in the ignition as he got out of the truck and set to the task of unloading his gruesome cargo. Yet he had just gotten the doors open when his senses were set off edge as he heard a strange whisper from behind as a cold wind rushed against his body and cause the edged of his duster to flap lightly. Quickly, he whirled around and was surprised to find that he wasn't alone.
Standing ten feet, more or less, away from him was Angelique WaterHart. Mystic Sister, Ambassador and daughter of Darkness and Lady of Water. Five feet and five inches tall she had oval shaped eyes that are fanned by heavy black lashes which peer deep into one's soul and often leaves them feeling cold inside. Her eyes are such a deep shade of purple, one often wonders if they are actually black. She had wavy black hair that hung an inch over her shoulders with blonde bangs. She was five feet and five inches tall with the body of a figure skater, due to her having the metabolism of a humming bird and her picky eating habits. A Caucasian by nature her skin pale skin is soft and flawless, marked only by three blue lines of her forehead that are shaped like waves in the Ancient Chinese style. That day she wore a midnight blue halter top with see through black sleeves that hung off her shoulders, a midnight blue skirt that barely clung to her hips and had two long slits up the sides that stopped at her sides and black Roman style sandals.
For a moment, the two looked at one another with serious looks on their faces. Yet this soon changed as a joyous smile painted itself on Angelique's face and she dashed to the Creeper.
"Doyle!" she exclaimed happily as she leapt upon him and wrapped her arms around his neck as she placed her lips upon his. Surprised at first, the Creeper soon wrapped his own arms around Angelique and bore her weight as he kissed her back. The two continued to kiss as it grew from soft and sweet to hungry as they devoured one another's mouths until the blood red sun touched the tips of the trees and the two finally came up for air. He then released her and Angelique stood on her own two feet as she slid her arms off his neck but soon wrapped them around his waist.
"Missed me lover?" Angelique asked the Creeper with an impish wink and he nodded eagerly. Angelique had expected some sort of vocal response, due to the fact that he had indeed spoken to her to first night they were together and looked at him with surprised.
"You...you can't talk, can't you?" she asked, disappointment edged in her voice. He nodded with a frown and she soon mirrored his frown.
"That's a shame, I missed hearing you ever so much," she said as she released her hold of his waist and lifted her hands up to place them on his throat ever so gently as her eyes drifted down to his neck.
"I wish I could fix that...like your sleep cycle," Angelique said. The Creeper used his hands to capture hers and brought them to his face to softly kiss the palms, which brought a soft smile to her face. It's true; she had broken the hibernation cycle that would have kept them apart. All due in part to the fact that she had fallen in love with him that night and she didn't want what heart she had broken by being torn away from him. Yet her duties as Ambassador of Darkness and a Mystic Sister often kept them apart so she often had to leave the JC realm for one reason or another. Most recently, she had to leave due to the events that were occurring in the Dragonball Z realm when the Forces That Be allowed Angelina and Anyanka to return during the tale end of the Bibidy cycle.
The mood quickly changed when there came a great clap of thunder from the darkening sky. The two jumped and looked up at the sky as it was quickly becoming covered in dark rain clouds. Angelique let out a squeal of delight and moved five away from a confused Creeper. At the first drop of rain that fell from the sky and hit Angelique right upon her Mystic marking, she closed her eyes with a smile as she titled her head up to the sky. In the blink of an eye, her cloths vanished from her body and a Strawberry scented bath kit appeared as if from nowhere when in fact it had been pulled from Hammer Space.
In the next moment, a heavy rain began to fall as all the clouds could no longer hold their heavy cargo and Angelique proceeded to wash herself in one of the most natural showers in the world. As she did so, the Creeper watched her as he crossed his arms over his chest and snickered to himself. He laughed to himself for he had forgotten that the Lady of Water preferred to shower in the rain as opposed to an indoor shower, so this left the shower in the bathroom next to her room back at the Mystic Mansion barely used by herself. So he just stood there and watched as his lover washed her self in the rain as she rubbed the soap suds all over her body and worked the soap through the wavy locks of her hair as he could smell the scent of the rain and Strawberries through the evening air.
Needless to say though, seeing her there in the rain as her bare hands slid over her wet skin and run all over her naked form was arousing him as he could feel himself grow hard underneath his duster. As if she could either his mind or sense this, Angelique looked up at him with an impish grin on her face before she asked him...
"Well, are you going to just stand there or are you going to join me?"
TBC
Next
2) Rinse
Movie: Jeepers Creepers
Characters: Creeper/OC
Rating: NC-17
Contact: aj_angelique@yahoo.com
Disclaimer:
I don't own Jeepers Creepers or the Creeper (that would so rock though *sniffles)
I do own Angelique WaterHart though and if you lay even one skin cell on her I will tie you up, cut off all your skin with an razor blade and shower your skin with salt & lemon juice before I bathe you in honey and let you loose amongst my flesh eating ants.
Notes:
Sequel to "Perchance to Meet the Creeper"
A Mystic Sister Saga AU type of story where the Creeper isn't bound by time and Angelique can visit him when she pleases.
Any questions?
Good, I thought not.
With that said and done, take my hand and allow me to guide you through the story...
__________________________________________________
In the Rain
AJ Angelique
1) Lather
It was a fine Autumn day as the Creeper drove his trademark old brown and beaten up truck with the BEATIN U license plate on the back down the back water country highway that was somewheres in the bible belt. He had been out all day seeking out more people in which to discern from them what his body needed to survive, as well to add to his collection of cadavers in the cavernous part of the old church basement. Though he had found a few people that day, the road was sadly devoid of people that day and this showed by the deep frown on his face which only served to add a few more wrinkles to his face.
So as the evening approached, he made his way back to the church with what few bodies he had collected that day. The ride was a long one and a silent one at that; he would have turned on the radio except he wasn't in the mood to listen to the voice of the preachers. Just one of the negative points of making this area his hunting grounds as he glanced at the antique radio that was made to play 8 tracks. He made a mental note to upgrade it to something that at least played cassettes in the future as he glanced at the sky out of the corner of his eye.
He noted the sun as it crawled its way towards the horizon like a fiery serpent as it shifted from a golden yellow color to a fuchsia color before it would finally change to a blood red color. The same color that the edge of the horizon was bathed in as the sky that touched it was fringed in the tones of a watercolor pink that shifted into a dark baby blue as the many clouds in the sky were a dark scarlet color. As his eyes shifted back to the road, the wind picked up and blew into the truck. From its scent, he could tell that it was going to rain.
At long last, the Creeper saw a speck of white in the distance and as he drew closer the speck became the old church, which stuck out like a sore thumb in contrast to its surroundings of the few nearby trees and the long grass. Slowly placing his foot upon the break, he slowed the truck as he neglected to use his turn signal to turn left into the driveway. The crows cawed loudly as the tires of the truck kicked up dust from the drive way as he drove the truck towards a pipe that was buried deep within the ground yet one end was five feet or more above the ground and he parked the truck by the pipe so as he had easy access to the opening once he opened the back up.
Once parked, the Creeper cut the engine and left the keys in the ignition as he got out of the truck and set to the task of unloading his gruesome cargo. Yet he had just gotten the doors open when his senses were set off edge as he heard a strange whisper from behind as a cold wind rushed against his body and cause the edged of his duster to flap lightly. Quickly, he whirled around and was surprised to find that he wasn't alone.
Standing ten feet, more or less, away from him was Angelique WaterHart. Mystic Sister, Ambassador and daughter of Darkness and Lady of Water. Five feet and five inches tall she had oval shaped eyes that are fanned by heavy black lashes which peer deep into one's soul and often leaves them feeling cold inside. Her eyes are such a deep shade of purple, one often wonders if they are actually black. She had wavy black hair that hung an inch over her shoulders with blonde bangs. She was five feet and five inches tall with the body of a figure skater, due to her having the metabolism of a humming bird and her picky eating habits. A Caucasian by nature her skin pale skin is soft and flawless, marked only by three blue lines of her forehead that are shaped like waves in the Ancient Chinese style. That day she wore a midnight blue halter top with see through black sleeves that hung off her shoulders, a midnight blue skirt that barely clung to her hips and had two long slits up the sides that stopped at her sides and black Roman style sandals.
For a moment, the two looked at one another with serious looks on their faces. Yet this soon changed as a joyous smile painted itself on Angelique's face and she dashed to the Creeper.
"Doyle!" she exclaimed happily as she leapt upon him and wrapped her arms around his neck as she placed her lips upon his. Surprised at first, the Creeper soon wrapped his own arms around Angelique and bore her weight as he kissed her back. The two continued to kiss as it grew from soft and sweet to hungry as they devoured one another's mouths until the blood red sun touched the tips of the trees and the two finally came up for air. He then released her and Angelique stood on her own two feet as she slid her arms off his neck but soon wrapped them around his waist.
"Missed me lover?" Angelique asked the Creeper with an impish wink and he nodded eagerly. Angelique had expected some sort of vocal response, due to the fact that he had indeed spoken to her to first night they were together and looked at him with surprised.
"You...you can't talk, can't you?" she asked, disappointment edged in her voice. He nodded with a frown and she soon mirrored his frown.
"That's a shame, I missed hearing you ever so much," she said as she released her hold of his waist and lifted her hands up to place them on his throat ever so gently as her eyes drifted down to his neck.
"I wish I could fix that...like your sleep cycle," Angelique said. The Creeper used his hands to capture hers and brought them to his face to softly kiss the palms, which brought a soft smile to her face. It's true; she had broken the hibernation cycle that would have kept them apart. All due in part to the fact that she had fallen in love with him that night and she didn't want what heart she had broken by being torn away from him. Yet her duties as Ambassador of Darkness and a Mystic Sister often kept them apart so she often had to leave the JC realm for one reason or another. Most recently, she had to leave due to the events that were occurring in the Dragonball Z realm when the Forces That Be allowed Angelina and Anyanka to return during the tale end of the Bibidy cycle.
The mood quickly changed when there came a great clap of thunder from the darkening sky. The two jumped and looked up at the sky as it was quickly becoming covered in dark rain clouds. Angelique let out a squeal of delight and moved five away from a confused Creeper. At the first drop of rain that fell from the sky and hit Angelique right upon her Mystic marking, she closed her eyes with a smile as she titled her head up to the sky. In the blink of an eye, her cloths vanished from her body and a Strawberry scented bath kit appeared as if from nowhere when in fact it had been pulled from Hammer Space.
In the next moment, a heavy rain began to fall as all the clouds could no longer hold their heavy cargo and Angelique proceeded to wash herself in one of the most natural showers in the world. As she did so, the Creeper watched her as he crossed his arms over his chest and snickered to himself. He laughed to himself for he had forgotten that the Lady of Water preferred to shower in the rain as opposed to an indoor shower, so this left the shower in the bathroom next to her room back at the Mystic Mansion barely used by herself. So he just stood there and watched as his lover washed her self in the rain as she rubbed the soap suds all over her body and worked the soap through the wavy locks of her hair as he could smell the scent of the rain and Strawberries through the evening air.
Needless to say though, seeing her there in the rain as her bare hands slid over her wet skin and run all over her naked form was arousing him as he could feel himself grow hard underneath his duster. As if she could either his mind or sense this, Angelique looked up at him with an impish grin on her face before she asked him...
"Well, are you going to just stand there or are you going to join me?"
TBC
Next
2) Rinse