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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 Summary: Trish has a strange
dream�.

Chapter Two: Vision

After having just called Andrew, and having placed the phone
back on the cradle, Trish was startled when the phone rang immediately
afterwards. At first she had the weird
feeling that if she picked up the receiver it would be silent except for the
cry of a crow on the other end.

�You�re getting too Poe for your own good Trish,� she said
to herself as she picked up the phone.
�Is this about some Lenore woman because I�m not really interested.�

�What?� a vaguely familiar voice said on the other end,
sounding as if he thought she was insane.

�Who is this?� Trish asked.

�It�s Shane.�

�Oh. Sorry. I thought
you were� well something else,� she said wishing that it was. She only knew one Shane and he had been her
brother�s best friend.

�It�s okay. I just
called because I wanted to know�� the boy stumbled with the words. �Is it true?�

�What have you heard?�
Trish demanded, wanting to see just how much news about what had happend had managed to creep around the campus. Evidently, Mary had told people about Darry�s disappearance.
Andrew had proved that but Trish had made sure not
to say one word about the Creeper to her friend or anyone else. That piece of
horror she had spared her friend from.
Still she hadn�t been the only one to see Darry
taken into the night by a monster you thought you only had to face in your
nightmares. A whole onslaught of
policemen, policemen who had been completely useless despite their guns, had
seen what had happened too. All it would
take was for one of them each to tell a family member and the gruesome tale
would spread all over the USA. For all
Trish knew the story could be printed in the next issue of the Enquirer and the
rights already sold to Holly wood.

�Well I heard he went missing. I don�t know much more than
that. I just wanna
know if it�s true or not.�

�Yes, Shane. Darry�s dead,� Trish said.
The words still sounded strange to her even now though she had said them
often and thought them even more.

�Shit.�

That was the first word her brother�s best friend could
think of to say when faced with his death.
Trish stood there, phone in hand and examined the floor wondering why Darry had had to make friends with such dead brainers. He was
better than that. He had been better
than that even if she had never bothered to tell him.

�How did it happen?�

Trish sighed. �I
really don�t want to talk about it.�

�I was his best friend.
I deserve to hear it.�

�Yeah sure. You just want something to hold over
everybody so you can know something they don�t,� she snapped angrily. �Don�t you dare even think for a second of
using Darry�s death as a popularity stunt or something. I won�t
let you do that to him!�

There was a silence on the other end. Trish was seconds away from slamming the
phone down when Shane spoke again. �I�m
sorry Trish. I really am. I shouldn�t have called. I just wanted to know is all.�

�Well now you do,� Trish said her voice pained and jerky.

�He was my best friend,� Shane said softly. �I loved him like a brother.�

Trish looked up at the ceiling swallowed hard and then bit
her bottom lip before she spoke once more.
�I loved him too,� she whispered and placed the phone gently back on the
cradle.

* * *

It had been a bad idea Trish knew instantly. She had often regretted going out with Andrew
in the first place and she cursed her stupidity for making that mistake again
even if it was spurred on by grief.

Andrew was trying to act sweet. He reminded her of the way he had been when
they had first started seeing each other but now having discovered the secret
violence he hid behind so appealing a face she could not help but see his true
nature, rotting the edge of every single thing he did. His smile once so magnetic was tainted with
cruelty. It repelled her. His eyes, once considered to be warm and
alluring, now looked sly and cold. Trish
also noticed how they always came to rest sooner or later on the most
attractive woman in the room. She
briefly wondered how many other women he had slept with behind her back while
they had been dating. She pushed the
thought away not really caring except for the possibility that he had treated
them better than he had treated her. If
anything this excursion with Mr. Coller had proven to
Trish that any relationship she had had with the man was over.

He had promised her a shoulder to cry on but he seemed more
intent on telling her how much he had missed her, how much he still loved her
and wanted them to get back together. In
between these declarations he talked about himself, a subject Trish found
increasingly tedious. And as he talked
his hands would find their way onto her legs, her breasts, her knees, as if
they weren�t in a public restaurant. She
was becoming increasingly tired of having to throw them off her and deal with
the anger she saw growing in his eyes every time she did.

The dinner was soon over, Trish
found it impossible to eat anything on her plate. Andrew made her sick. Eating while he rambled on and on was the
equivalent of moving the Sahara desert one grain of
sand at a time: It couldn�t be done. She
told him she wanted to go home and his eyes flashed scarlet again. He had agreed to take her though and Trish
thanked God that she had at least the sense to pick a restaurant close to her
parents� house and had insisted that they walk to it. Andrew seemed put
out by the suggestion, the first indication that going out with him again had
been a very bad idea. She was grateful
that she had not gotten into his car, knowing that he would have somehow
managed to end up back at the motel he was staying at.

They walked side by side.
Andrew continued on with his endless jabber. The weather was warm, the night
pleasant. Trish looked up to the
sky. It was empty save for the stars
which crowded it. She looked at the streets, remembering Darry
and her when they had played here as they were growing up. She could see them. Ghosts conjured by the intensity of memory
and need. She knew her hopes that being
out with someone would free her from Darry�s unseen
presence had been misguided. He was
everywhere. Not only
in the house or in this town.
Anywhere she went he would call to her.
He was a part of her and without him she was lost. She would always be thinking of him even when
she did not realize it. She was
incomplete and would search for that missing piece of her soul even if it
couldn�t be found on this earth. So she
could rest. So she could be at peace.

�You look so beautiful,� Andrew said.

�What?� Trish said
startled by the sound interrupting the calm.

Andrew was momentarily silent. It was the only time he had kept his mouth
shut since they had left the restaurant.
�I told you how beautiful you look.
You look gorgeous.�

�Thanks,� she said not meaning it.

�What were you thinking of?�

Trish did not answer.

�Were you thinking of us?� his voice sounded
confident.

She did not look at him.
She was only happy that she could now see the house she would soon be
inside and free of the company of the man beside her.

�I asked were you thinking of us?� Andrew�s voice was angrier now. His confidence ebbing.

Trish�s eyes remained on the house.

�Why don�t we try again Trish? You and me?�

�No.�

�Why not?� he asked loudly. �We were good together weren�t we?�

�Do you remember the last time we were together? I still have the wound. We were not good together. Only in my imagination and your mind because I
let you get away with so much crap.�

She walked on ahead.
This time Andrew stayed close by her side. He was furious. She could tell it from his stride, from his
labored breathing. Trish wanted desperately to be inside her parents�
house. She felt a hand painfully grab her
arm. �Oh yes� I remember this well,� she
thought bitterly.

Trish tried to shake free from his grip but couldn�t. �Let me go!� she demanded, realizing how dark
and empty the street was. All the lights
were off in the houses that lined the street. The residents had either gone out
or were in bed.

�We�re suppose to be together!�

�No!� she screamed slapping him.
This stunned him into letting her go.
Trish took the opportunity into making a dash for the front door to the
house. Andrew was too quick, having had
much practice on the track team. Trish
opened her mouth to scream but he placed a hand over it. She had seen Andrew like this before. She could tell him no but he would not
listen. He never had before.

She fought him but it was useless. He was on her. �I love you,� he said mumbling other words
she couldn�t make out. Trish felt the
feeling grow that her life had become a cruel joke, a
hell arrived at somehow by some unfortunate decision or path chosen. First Darry had
been taken from her and now she was about to be raped on the street she had
been raised. �How
about this Mom?� she thought, �Is this better than a scarecrow on the front
lawn?�

As Andrew fumbled with his belt, Trish looked at the sky,
praying for some kind of salvation, some form of awakening from this
nightmare. A piece of the black night
moved. It blocked out the stars which
filled the heavens as it neared. It came
towards Andrew and it was only as it clawed at the back of the man�s head that
he became aware of its presence. Andrew
raised his hands to fight against his silent attacker, falling backwards and
releasing his hold of Trish.

Trish ran for her house but looked back at the fight between
the bird and the man. She had to make
sure the crow was all right. She could
not abandon it, would not let it be hurt.
She did not have to worry. Once
seeing that the woman was safely in the doorway of the house, the crow flew
once more into the night. Trish heard
Andrew cursing it as it went.

Trish went into the house and locked the door. The house was quiet. Her parents must have gone to bed earlier
Trish thought, pleased that they wouldn�t have to see her in the state she was
in. It took her minutes to catch her
breath. Her arm hurt but she was glad
that that was the worst she had taken away with her from her final date with
Andrew Coller.
He would find another girl easily enough. Heaven knew there was no shortage of girls
around who adored the guy. Trish prayed
that they would have the brains to leave him the first time that he struck
them. That had been something she had
not been wise enough to do. She knew
that her having ended the affair even this late, had
been the primary reason he was even still interested in her. She had been the one to tell him it was over
and he couldn�t allow that, let alone understand it.

She walked slowly up the stairs to her bedroom. She was so very tired. Glancing at Darry�s
room before she went into her own, she knew she would always do this: Look at
his room, wanting him to be in it. Willing him to be. He
wasn�t. Could never be but she could not
help herself from hoping. Trish realized
that now.

Once in her room she undressed, taking a quick bath to
remove the last traces of Andrew from her body, before slipping into her night
clothes and then her bed.

Trish Jenner stared out the window
looking for another glimpse of the crow.
Still watching she fell asleep and dreamed.

* * *

She knew where she was.
Bodies lined the walls, covering every inch of the ceiling. Darry had described it as a psycho�s version
of the Sistine Chapel. He had not been
wrong.

This was the Creeper�s lair has it had been before it had
burned. She had never seen it herself,
only having heard what Darry had told the Pertwilla police.
Now she truly understood why he had been so scared.

Who had these people been before becoming its victims? How long had they hung here before her
brother had found them?

She passed a wooden table with a creature�s form carved into
it. The Creeper�s true
shape. Trish�s hands became
fists. The blood ran from the cuts her
nails had carved into the flesh of her palm.
The flood fell to the floor and she did not notice. There came a sudden sound to disrupt the
silence. A million voices started to
scream. Trish looked at the bodies
surrounding her. The lifeless eyes had
become alive. They were on her as there
mouths opened to join the chorus. Some
of the corpses� arms raised and Trish watched as they pointed her towards one
single direction.

The Church basement darkened. The screams lessened until it became one and
one alone. A boy
screaming in the dark. Her Brother. Trish
followed, trying to find him. There was
one source of light. It came from the
same place as the scream, the place the dead had pointed her towards.

Trish ran forward until she could run no longer.

There was a wall now.
No bodies covered it. For some
reason it had been left bare. On the
ground she saw the source of the brightness.
A book lay on the ground. Trish
bent to pick it up and as she opened it the screaming stopped. Instead she heard a song playing somewhere
inside the book. She looked at the open
page in front of her and saw two holes like hollowed eyes. She pressed the book to her face and peered through
the holes. She recognized the song now�
It was Jeepers Creepers�

The Creeper stood before her, looking at her yet not seeing
her. His face was dark. She only knew it for what it was from its
inhuman shape. It was holding a needle
and thread. Trish closed her eyes
knowing what it intended to do. All
became darkness. The book burned in her
hands like a vow uttered in the heat of some fierce passion.

Words were spoken but not by her. �Yeah, you actually did something decent from
me� That�s a part of history you can�t change.�

It was Darry�s voice.

Trish called out to him and opened her eyes.

It was dark still but now as complete as it had been
before. She was in the bed at her
parents� house but it was not her room and she was not alone.

The room smelled of sweat but Trish hardly realized
this. Someone was with her, inside of
her� making love to her. She knew
without seeing his face that it wasn�t Andrew.
He had never been this tender a lover not even in the early days before
he had stopped pretending he was some ideal knight in shining armor. Brining her hands to her lover�s hair she
felt that it was longer than Andrew�s and coarser as well.

His kisses were on her face, her neck, her
breasts. Trish arched her body, taking
him in further and then groaned with the pleasure she felt. He continued to kiss her, his hands gentle on
her body. She kissed him in return. They moved as one. Whole. Trish felt a fufilment,
a completeness, she had not felt with any previous man
she had been with. Her hands felt his body, stroked him and held him.

She climaxed. The first time in many months. Soon afterwards she felt the warmth of his
seed as he came as well. She caressed
the small of his back. He kissed her
before he took himself from her. As he
lay beside her the moonlight fell on his stomach. Trish saw the black rose tattoo. She looked to his face. He stared back at her lovingly with his
soulful eyes.

�Darry�� she whispered.

He smiled at her, the same sweet smile she had seen often.

Trish woke. She was
alone. She had dreamt before of being
with Darry in such a way. She had never told anyone about it, being
grateful that she need never tell anyone.
Grateful that she had waken.

She became aware of the tears falling from her eyes. It was the first time she had ever cried
afterwards.

Because it was over.

Because it was only a dream.
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