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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 prepares for the Incantation�

Chapter Six: Return to the Cat Lady�s House

In the morning, Trish woke to find the crow on the floor
pecking fiercely at a record, Its black wings beating madly. Trish went to the ground, grabbing the
record sleeve while the bird continued its attack. She discovered the album contained the song �Jeepers
Creeper�. Trish took the record and
broke it into several jagged pieces.

�Is that better?� she cooed.

The bird became quiet.
Hearing footsteps, the girl looked to the doorway where Jezelle soon
appeared. She looked tired.

�Jezelle?� Trish
said apprehensively. �Is anything
wrong?�

When no reply came, Trish�s unease grew.

�Please?�

The woman shook free from her fugue. �Nothing.
Just thinking to myself.�

Trish would have loved to believe her but Darry had been
right: she did always think the worst.
The sad part was she usually had reason to.

�Sorry about the record,� Trish apologized.

�I never like it anyway,� Jezelle stated. �If you need to use the shower feel free.�

�What? Do I smell
that bad? That was usually Darry�s
job,� Trish joked, a hard thing to do with the tense atmosphere in the room.

This won a smile from Jezelle. �No,� she assured her.

�I�ll take one anyway,� Trish said. �I guess you wouldn�t have any fresh clothes
I could use?�

�In your size? Not
for ages! I�ll look though. Who knows what�s lying around.

�Thanks.�

�The bathroom is��

�I know where it is,� Trish interrupted. �I found it last night.�

Trish stood and started walking but turned around when she
heard Jezelle laughing. The crow was
waddling after her. �You stay
here!� The girl pointed a finger at the
bird. �I don�t need an audience.�

The crow followed the instruction but looked very unhappy.

Stepping inside the bathroom, Trish couldn�t escape the
feeling that Jezelle was keeping something from her. She had never been one to adhere to the saying that ignorance was
bliss. She preferred to know the truth
behind the facades offered. Still a part of her was grateful to the psychic for
keeping silent. She was determined not
to become distracted from doing what needed to be done when the sun set that
evening. Darry needed her.

The water felt good on her skin which was encrusted with
dirt from her adventure into the Creeper�s lair. She scrubbed the blood away from the wound on her leg, using a
bar of soap she had found in a cabinet behind the mirror. The water falling rapidly on her face, Trish
though of Darry and what it would be like to see him again.

�Please let it work God,� she prayed. �Just a little mercy� at least for Darry.�

The yearning in her heart was strong. Trish pictured seeing her brother
again. She imagined holding him and
feeling him close to her. Remembering
the dreams she had had recently she quickly turned off the hot water so only a
cold stream touched her skin.

Grabbing a towel and drying herself off, Trish reprimanded
herself. �Get a hold of yourself! He�s your brother! The same one who�s annoyed you for as long a you can remember.�

But there had been times�

Yes Trish admitted finally, there had been a few occasions
when there had been something between Darry and her that hadn�t been what
siblings usually felt for each other, times when it had become dangerously close
into turning into something else�

Moments like the one at Darry�s graduation or when their
hands would brush against each other and the urge to linger, to hold and to
touch, had been strong but suddenly broken as if each skin burnt the other.

Sometimes Trish would hold her brother�s gaze, finding
comfort in his eyes, comfort she would not willingly take from him in any other
way. Darry would smile at her and she
would know how badly she wanted someone like him who she could trust, know and
love. Then she would realize that she
wanted no one except her brother.

The realization never lost its power. She would break the stare and everything
would return to the way it had been, Darry being his usual self except for a
trace of pain easily seen in his eyes.

And always in response Trish Jenner would find a man very
different from her brother. A man who
treated her in a way Darry never would, because secretly in some unknown place
in her heart she felt the need to be punished.

These thoughts always confused her. Confronted with them in the past she brushed
them aside, not ready for where they threatened to take her. Now it was impossible to. Darry�s absence reminded her constantly of
her feelings. He had been so
unexpectedly torn from her life and her heart could no longer hide from all she
felt for him, sisterly or otherwise.

Trish sighed, put down the lid of the toilet and sat, trying
to organize her thoughts.

There came a light tapping at the door.

�Did you want in Jezelle?� Trish called out.

A bird cawed in reply and Trish smiled. �All right.
I�m coming out.�

Still wearing the towel, she opened the door. The crow gazed at her for a second before
flying to her shoulder and perching on it.

�Oww� You have really sharp claws you know that?�

In truth she didn�t care.
It could be sewed to her skin and she wouldn�t mind.

�I�m in here,� Jezelle shouted and Trish followed the voice
to a room that was obviously where the woman slept. Like the living room it was crowded with various odds and ends. Most interesting of which was a large
painting of a woman holding a child.
The faces of mother and daughter were identical, both composed of a
multitude of colors.

�I like that,� Trish commented.

�I do too,� Jezelle said.
�A customer gave it to me. She
died of breast cancer a year later. She
gave it to me for my honesty.�

�You told her she was dying?�

�No. She knew that
already. I told her she was loved. That was all that mattered to her� In the
end that�s all that matters to anyone,� the woman picked up a large box. �This is all the clothing I have. Take your pick. There�s underclothes in there too.�

Trish rummaged through the box. She held up a bra with each cup roughly as large as her
head. �I doubt this will fit me.�

�No I guess it wouldn�t,� Jezelle laughed. �You�re lucky. Not so much trouble for your back. There�s other stuff in there though.�

Some of the clothes were very old and some were quite
beautiful. Having to choose and finding
it difficult, Trish felt as if she were dressing for a date. Though she would be probably spending all of
her time trying to save Darry from a monster intent on killing him she still
found herself wanting to look good for her brother.

In the end she decided on a beige sleeveless shirt and a
pair of black jeans. She turned around
in the mirror, her ever critical mind picking faults with her appearance. Catching a glimpse of the frown on the face
of the woman behind her, Trish felt her feeling of unease return.

�What is it?� Trish
spun and faced Jezelle. �What�s wrong?�

�Oh I was just remembering a time when I could fit into
those,� Jezelle replied after a brief pause.

�That�s not what you were thinking of,� Trish
countered. �Don�t fucking lie to me!�

�I�m just tired,� Jezelle lied but then saw the fear and
anger in the young woman�s eyes. �Don�t
ask me Trish. You�re so full of
hope. Please don�t ask me to spoil it
for you.�

�You dreamt last night didn�t you?� Trish whispered as the answer dawned on her.

Jezelle looked at the hands folded on her lap.

�What did you dream?�

Silence.

�What did you dream Jezelle?� Trish demanded. �I can go back can�t I? The spell will work won�t it?�

�Yes it will,� Jezelle muttered.

�Well that�s it. I
don�t care what else you dreamt,� the girl said. �You don�t have to tell me.
It�s okay. I can face it. I don�t need you to tell me.�

�Good because we both know that when it comes to helping out
I�m not worth shit,� bitterness thickly coated Jezelle�s words. Feeling pity for the modern day Cassandra,
Trish took her hands.

�Hey, you�re helping me tonight. I need your blood. The
spell won�t work without it.�

Jezelle sighed heavily, feeling little comfort. �What moment are you going to start changing
things from?�

�Before the Creeper gets to the Police Station and we all
get trapped inside. I don�t think it
would do much good to change something at the Diner. It was there playing with us ever since it sniffed Darry�s dirty
clothes�� Trish�s voice trailed off and her eyes lit up.�

�Did you think of something?�

�Maybe,� Trish answered.
�It�s pretty pathetic but you never know. Anyway, I think the best moment would be after I drove over that
thing. It didn�t kill it but at least
it gave us a bit of a lead.�

�There will be 2 of you won�t there?� Jezelle said, realizing something she had
never considered before. �What are you
going to do?�

�I�ll be fine.�

�What about Darry?
How will he handle 2 Patricia Jenners?�

�He�ll never know,�
Trish smiled sadly but would not elaborate. She told Jezelle where the lady with the cats lived and asked it
she would drive her out there. Jezelle
said that she would after she attended to a few things that needed to be
done. Trish conceded only after
empathizing how important it was to make sure what she wanted to find was at
the woman�s place. If it wasn�t she
needed the time to formulate another plan.

�It doesn�t need to be tonight does it girl?� Jezelle�s eyes widened. �You can wait a few more days can�t you?�

Trish shook her head.
�No. Time�s running out. The crow wouldn�t have pestered me so bad if
it wasn�t.� She didn�t add that she was
reluctant to face another day without Darry.

While Jezelle and Luke were out attending to business, Trish
sat impatiently in the living room, the Priest�s diary clasped firmly in her
hands. At noon, Jezelle returned. Luke entered the house and collapsed into
his basket and slept. Together the two
women and the crow went out to Jezelle�s dusty brown car and headed to the Cat
woman�s house. It struck Trish has
strange that she still didn�t know the woman�s name. She wondered what had happened to the cats or had the Creeper
killed them also. Darry and her had
been too busy running to really find out.

In the daylight, Trish found the scenery unfamiliar. Momentarily she feared Jezelle�s dream had
sparked in the psychic an urge to prevent her from using the incantation. However, with a surge of relief, Trish found
them soon pulling into the driveway of a house she recognized. They drove
straight through the yellow tape erected in front of it.

�Looks like it did in my dream,� Jezelle commented. �Without the cats of course.�

Then engine was turned off.
Trish stared at the garage, which visibly held no car and looked pretty
well empty. Trish opened the car door
and stepped outside. The crow, who had
been perched on the back of the seat, flew after her. Trish walked around the house until she spotted a small structure
in the back. The grass grew thick
around it, left uncared for since the Cat Lady�s death. Or most likely, Trish thought, it had always
been this long. Stepping carefully,
hoping there weren�t any snakes lurking in the grass, Trish made her way to the
shed. There was no door. It smelt of rot and cat piss. Under ordinary circumstances Trish would
have avoided entering the shed.
However, using a spell in a dead guy�s diary to go back in time and save
the brother you may love in a very un-sisterly way from a monster with wings
could not be considered normal outside of the X-files.

Trish searched the shed and soon heard Jezelle cursing as
she made her way through the grass. To
save the woman from coming inside the shed and being welcomed by so terrible an
aroma, Trish brought out what she had found.

�What in the name of Heaven�� Jezelle mumbled.

Trish stood beside an old bicycle.

�Honey, that thing was ancient before Kennedy was shot,�
Jezelle exclaimed.

�I should have known she wouldn�t have anything too modern,�
Trish mused as she sat on the relic.
She tested the pedals with one of her feet. �It works. She must have
used it to go to town and pick up some cat chow.�

The girl had to stop herself from giggling uncontrollably.

�You aren�t seriously going to use that thing?� Jezelle asked.

�If it was good for my friend the cat lady it�s good enough
for me. I can�t run over the Creeper
some more like I planned but there�s an axe in there I could use,� Trish said,
casting a look over her shoulder at the shed.

Jezelle frowned.
�Why don�t you just wait outside the Police Station?�

�I need to hurt that thing a bit more� Buy some extra time,�
Trish argued. �This will be fine. I�m good on a bike. You know I taught Darry how to ride� Our dad
was too busy to teach me� I pretty well taught myself,� Trish smiled
sadly. �When I was learning I�d cut
myself. Darry was a snot even then but
he�d fuss over my scraps. I remember he
kissed one of them this time and I slapped him. He was the only one who cared that I was hurt and that�s how I
repayed him� But after I learned how to ride I made sure I taught him so he�d
never get half as banged up as I did.
Mom fussed over him every time he�d get hurt. I just yelled and sat him right back on my bike� he didn�t have
one of his own. He complained about it
but he let me teach him. One day he got
the hang of it. I taught him how to
drive too.�

Trish kicked at the pedal once more before dropping the bike
into the grass.

She rushed past Jezelle, and headed for the car. The crow made it there before her, landing
on the hood. Trish opened the car door
and grabbed the diary off of the car seat where she had left it. Holding onto it, she slid to the ground next
to the wheel. When Jezelle reached the
car she didn�t disturb her.

Afternoon turned to evening at a maddeningly slow pace. Trish�s mind was in the past already. It remained on every sin she had committed
against her brother, be it a harsh comment or look, and every one he had
committed against her in return. It also
came to rest on the many acts of love they had openly or secretly confessed,
beginning with something as innocent as a touch.

Her thoughts devoted to these musings, Trish was still able
to notice the approach of darkness and shadow.

The time had come at last.

She lay the priest�s diary in front of her and pulled from
her pocket a knife she had taken from Jezelle�s kitchen the night before.

�Come here,� she addressed the psychic.

Jezelle walked towards the girl and sat before her. �Hold out your hand,� Trish ordered her voice thick not only from
having been silent for so long but with emotion as well.

The crow glided once more onto Trish�s shoulder. The girl began to read the incantation. More than halfway done she suddenly and
forcefully slid the knife across her own open hand. The blood seeped from the slash and Trish faced the palm downward
so it fell on the book. She then
repeated the action with Jezelle�s hand.
Trish neared the end of the incantation. All that was left unsaid were the final words she had not
understood. Before Trish could say
them, Jezelle�s bloody hand reached out and grabbed her arm while the other
hand clamped firmly over her mouth.
There was a desperation in the woman�s eyes. �Please don�t do it,� she begged. �It won�t change anything.�

Trish threw the hand from her mouth. �What did you dream, Jezelle?�

�It all goes the same,� Jezelle spat bitterly. �Darry screaming in the dark again� as that
song plays. But this time you were
crying with him.�

The words spoken to stop the girl did not work. Seeing the resolve in her eyes, Jezelle let
go of the grasp she had on her.

�Then I�ll be there with him,� Trish said softly. �Where I should be. And I hope that God is
merciful enough to let me die there too�it wouldn�t be so bad to be a crow�at
least we could be together then.�

The girl�s smile was as beautiful as it was determined. Jezelle watched stunned into silence as
Trish read the final words of the spell.

NOTE: I won�t be
able to post the second chapter next week as I planned. Have no fear though it will be posted the
following week!
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- 6
- 7
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Chapter Six: Return to the Cat Lady�s House