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Some Things You Can't Change	By : selphiealmasy8 Category: G through L > Jeepers Creepers Views: 6565 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 11
- 12
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Disclaimer: Victor Salva owns the rights to the Jeepers
Creepers films.

Chapter Summary: Darry talks to Trish about what he saw in
the Creepers lair.

Chapter 12: Bedtime

Trish sat on the bed, which felt stiff from what must have
been lack of use. She looked at the
walls. Darry, who was still standing,
did the same.

Staring at one of the paintings of the dogs he shook his
head. �You know they�re even uglier up
close?� he stated. �They aren�t even
the originals.�

�Do you think we should stay here?� Trish asked concerned. �Maybe we should keep moving. Go out on the highway and hitchhike.�

�Trish do you remember how many cars we passed?�

�None,� the girl answered.

�That�s my point. We
wouldn�t have much luck and frankly I�m too tired to walk,� Darry sighed.

�We could try to get the keys for the transport from
John,� Trish suggested. �Then we could take it as far as we can.�

Darry�s jaw almost dropped to the floor. �Okay.
I don�t know who you are but what did you do with my sister?�

�Darry,� Trish mumbled but there was a guilty look in her
eyes which made him wonder if his accusation held a glimmer of truth in it.

�I know� I know but you�ve been acting weird ever since you
used the washroom at the police station.
It�s almost like you came back a completely different person.�

Trish fought a smile.
Darry would never know how close his words were to reality. �Look I
think we�ve both changed because of what�s happened.�

�You could say that�� Darry said. �Yes I guess you could.�

Trish saw the pain in her brother�s eyes. There were things
in the world that could scar you.
Things that were better left as being myths or campfire talk, meant only
to scare you. Tales you could escape
easily from by pinching yourself awake.
She wanted to ask him what he had really seen down in the basement of
the Church, to see if it made him feel better to share the burden with someone
who was willing to understand and comfort.
However something in his look made her into a coward� afraid to know.

�I�ve got to use the washroom,� she stated.

�Again?�

�Just to freshen up.�

Darry sighed.
�Didn�t� you tidy up enough already?�

A frown flashed across Trish�s face and Darry instantly
regretted saying anything. �I mean you
look great� You don�t really need to do anything. That�s what I meant� Trish.�

She stood and stared at him, watching his embarrassment and
distress. �It�s all right. You�re sweet.�

They looked at each other in silence. �Look. I�ll sleep on the floor you can take
the bed,� Darry offered.

�Ok,� she replied.
�I don�t think that�s necessary though.�

Trish turned and walked towards the washroom. She hesitated
in front of it. �I�m kind of scared to
go in there. I guess I should just be
grateful that it�s not an outhouse but I�m still kind of terrified.�

Darry offered a kind smile.
�If you find anything you can�t handle just call me.�

Trish nodded opened the door and stepped inside.

Darry sat on the bed, once again alone. The day had been a complete nightmare, way
beyond anything he could even imagine.
However, with Trish nearby he felt he could still mange to hold onto
some tiny shred of sanity.

He heard the water running and no audible screams and took
it as a good sign. Darry lay down on
the bed and stared at the ceiling. His
body ached in a million places. He
would definitely be bruised tomorrow if he wasn�t already. In time they would fade he knew.

Other things, souvenirs from today, would never go way.

He felt that no matter how far he ran he could never escape
from what he had seen in the monster�s lair.
He brought an arm to his face buried his head in the crook of it. He was unaware that he had started to cry
until he felt the warm moisture of his tears against his skin.

As Trish came out, he sat up and tried to wipe the evidence
of his sorrow away. He faced away from
his sister and heard the click of the door as she closed it.

�It�s not as bad as you may think in there,� she informed
him. �There�s a fairly unused bar of
soap by the sink and a fresh roll of toilet paper. It�s a nauseous shade of pink though I�ll warn you.�

Although his face was averted Trish could tell from this
that he had been crying. Men didn�t
want to cry she had learned. They
wished to pretend that they couldn�t.
She tried to give no indication that she knew what he had been
doing. She walked slowly towards the
bed and sat on it beside him.

�Not much to do here,� she said looking around. �No TV or anything. I guess we should just be glad they have
electricity.�

�Not exactly how I wanted to spend my spring break,� Darry
commented his voice nasally.

�You take me to the nicest places,� Trish joked. �A sewer pipe� an old basement, a police station and a crummy
diner. And now this,� she waved her
hand in a sweeping gesture. For the first time Darry saw the cut on it.

�Shit. Is that where
you cut yourself?� Darry exclaimed.

Trish nodded, not telling him that in truth it was the mark
she had given herself in order to be given a second chance to save him.

�Darry took her hand gently. �Jeez that�s nasty. What
did you cut it on anyway?�

�Something sharp,� she answered which won a smirk from her
brother. She studied him for a moment
and found the courage in the fact that she loved him to finally ask the
question she had been too scared to earlier.

�Darry� What did you see down there in the basement?�

He looked away.
�Trish you don�t want to know.�

�Yes. I do.�

Darry met her eyes and responded to the warmth and strength
he saw in them. �Well you heard what I
told Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum at the diner� I saw hundreds of bodies sewn
together�� he described his voice trembling.
�Each looking as fresh as the day when they died� But I didn�t tell them
about the looks frozen on their faces.
Terrified faces as if the moment they died the memory of their pain was
captured forever there. When you looked
at them you�d realize the agony they went through� The fear they felt. You could see it because even though they
were gone and dead some small bit of that fear stayed behind. And the fact that they were preserved� It
seemed like one last sin committed against them because some of those corpses�
Trish some of them were young� too young.
They hadn�t even started living yet.

He frowned and stopped.
New tears replaced the old and his young face looked so tired and scared
that Trish could almost picture him as one of the faces he was telling her
about. She felt the tears coming to her
own eyes. Never had she expected to see
such pain in her brother�s eyes. Darry
took a deep breath before he continued.
�And the worst part of it was the boy in the sheet we saw being thrown
down the pipe was still alive. He was
so young, about my own age, and he was still alive but I couldn�t do anything
for him. He was dying. He knew it.
There was a line down his stomach where he�d been sewn up. And it was jagged and the thread was like
shoe laces.. Sewn up like a doll instead of a person. And he kept looking at me.
He kept grasping for breath but he couldn�t find any to tell me what he
wanted to. He was so scared Trish� He
was just a kid like me� Fuck he had to have been around my age. Then he died. He died with me beside him, a dumbass stranger, who couldn�t even
understand what he was trying to say.�

The boy�s voice stated to hitch on the last words.

�No,� Trish whispered and reached out to comfort him.

�He could have been me Trish. It could have been me� But I couldn�t help him�� Darry began to
mutter.

Trihs� hands came to her brother�s face and she cradled
it. She pressed her forehead against
his own before kissing him gently and then resuming the position.

�It wasn�t your fault,� she whispered. �You couldn�t have done anything. At least
he didn�t have to die alone.�

She felt Darry nodding, taking at least some solace in her
words. Trish nestled her cheek against
her brother�s. Lightly, accidentally,
their lips touched, parted and then met once again.

Darry was the one who broke away first but not before she
had felt him grow hard against her. She
saw the look in his eyes, the embarrassment that he had not been able to hide
from her his need. He backed away
avoiding her gaze.

Staring at him intently she once again brought her hands to
his face and turned his head to face her.
He looked into her eyes unsure.
His attention on her now Trish lifted off her shirt. She then took one of her brother�s hands and
lifted it underneath the ill fitting bra of Jezelle�s she was wearing. She freed Darry�s hand from her grip and
unhooked the bra from the back taking it off.

�Trish,� he groaned his eyes closed, his hand cupping one of
her breasts. Trish then gently rested her own hand on his stomach where she
knew the rose tattoo was.

�Trish you don�t want to do this,� he whispered as he opened
his eyes.

The words were familiar to her and she suddenly remembered
that they were the same words he had spoken to her in that other reality, while
he had been in the Creeper�s hold and she had been begging for It to take her
instead.

She could trick herself into believing that she was only
trying to make him momentarily forget the horrors of what he had seen but she
knew that wasn�t why she was doing what she was. She loved Darry and could not die without being with him at least
once in this way.

�I want to,� she said.
�You did say that this is the �incest� capitol of the world didn�t you?�

�Yeah but that was probably the last county back.�

�Close enough,� Trish argued.

Darry stared at her.
If he thought for even one second that she was motivated by pity he was
prepared to run straight to the bathroom and lock himself inside until she came
to her senses. However it wasn�t pity
he saw in his sister�s eyes. It was
love.

�When in Rome,� Darry said and smiled boyishly as he leaned
in to kiss her, seeing before he did the smile on her face.

Darry threw off Trish�s bra while she peeled off his
shirt. Both articles of clothing landed
on the floor beside each other. Trish
helped her brother off with the rest of his clothing, fumbling with it urgently
and then discarding it to the ground also.
Darry lay Trish tenderly on the bed and pulled of her jeans as she
unhooked the belt.

�Weren�t you wearing black panties before?� Darry asked as he looked at the baggy
underwear she was adorning.

�How�d you know what type of underwear I was wearing?� she
asked her brows furrowed.

�When we made the bathroom break after that truck almost
drove us off the road. Before you
ducked into the grass.�

�Pervert,� Trish said and rolled her eyes but Darry was too
busy removing the underwear to start another round of the name game.

Darry stopped suddenly.
He was staring at a large ugly scar he had just noticed on the inside of
Trish�s thigh.

�Don�t tell me you got that in the Poho County Police
Station washroom,� he said, his voice strained.

Trish didn�t move.
�Andrew gave it to me,� she sighed.

�Andrew?� Darry repeated.
�Mr. Poly Sci Track team guy?�

Trish nodded. She
watched as her brother�s face contorted in anger. �Did he do stuff like this to you often?� he asked.

�Yes,� Trish confessed.

�If I ever see him again I�ll give him a few scars of his
own,� Darry vowed. �Mark up that
handsome face.�

Trish leaned up on her elbows and lovingly stroked the side
of her brother�s face. Darry continued
to look at the scar. He touched it tenderly, bringing his face down to kiss
it. In the next instant he was trying
to back away.

�I can�t do this,� he said.
�I don�t want to hurt you.�

Trish sat up completely.
She was startled. It was the
first time a man hadn�t wanted to hurt her and the first time one had been willing
to put off making love to her, willing to put her needs first.

�You�re not going to hurt me,� she reassured him wrapping
her arms around his neck.

She kissed him on the cheek, his neck, his lips in an
attempt to prove her words and give him evidence of how much she wanted him. It
worked. Embracing they fell on the bed, Darry entering her as they did.

It was different than the dreams she had had. Both Darry and her lacked the confidence
shown there. However it was better to
Patricia Jenner then her dreams could ever be because it was real. Darry�s tenderness was the same, his
complete love for her and hers in return.

As she came, she called out his name. Darry whispered into her ear how much he
loved her as she felt his seed fill her.
He kissed her lips softly and then her breast as he lifted himself from
her, placing another kiss on her lips before lying beside her. Trish turned over and embraced him as his
arms also wrapped around her.

�Hey who would have known that the worst day in my life
would also be the best?� he contemplated.

She held onto him tighter.

A loud bang suddenly came through the walls. �I thought I told you 2 that I wanted to
sleep! I hope that you�re finished for
tonight!�

�I forgot about him,� Darry said.

�Me too,� Trish commented.

Covering himself with the bed sheet, Darry momentarily freed
himself from Trish�s embrace to run and turn off the light. Trish laughed. After what they had just done his modesty seemed pointless but
still that was Darry for you.

He climbed back into bed and held onto her. �I�m afraid of sleep� I�m afraid of falling
into another nightmare,� he confessed his voice child like.

�I�ll be here to wake you,� Trish promised.

�Good,� he said nuzzling his chin against the top of her
head and then bringing his lips to hers.
�I love you,� he said shyly.

�I love you too,� she said.

In time they both fell asleep. Darry oblivious to the fate Trish knew she had so far protected
him from.

Neither were aware of the stifled scream in the early morning
or of the fact that you didn�t always fall into a nightmare while you slept�
sometimes you could wake to one as well.
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Chapter 12: Bedtime