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creepswrites · 1 year

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RED CHRISTMAS (Billy Lenz)

The idea for this story came to me in a dream, hope you guys enjoy!! Billy Lenz just needs some friends, honestly. I also really really love Black Christmas, its one of my favorite movies, so I hope I write Billy well :')) let me know if you're interested in a part 2!!

Billy Lenz + Sorority Girls (platonic)

Summary: "Hello?" She spoke softly. "Are you alright?" Jess's expression melted from confusion to concern. Billy nodded quickly, chewing on the skin on his lips. Surely she knew about Claire and was asking just to see if he'd lie. She'll know he lied and then she'll- "Do you need help?" Jess's voice cut through Billy's spiraling thoughts and his head snapped over to where she now stood beside him. WARNING: minor violence, mental health issues, discussion of pregnancy & related issues (Billy is NOT SA'd)

Billy stared vacantly at Claire Harrison, watching her as she packed her bags in preparation to leave. Christmas was in a few days and many of the sorority girls had planned to leave. Watching Claire play with the cat, Claud, Billy chewed anxiously on his fingernails as he stayed hidden in his spot in his closet. Sneaking into the sorority itself hadn't been difficult. Attic windows were rarely locked. Moving about had required precision and caution on Billy's part since the girls were still unpredictable to him, but he could change that. He could make them predictable.

People were predictable when they were afraid.

Snapping himself back to the moment, Billy watched carefully as Claire gravitated closer and closer to his hiding spot in the closet. His recent phone call had really rattled the girls earlier - Claire especially. He'd been calling the house for a few weeks now but only recently snuck in, feeling bolder than he had in weeks.

There was no rhyme or reason to choosing these girls. Maybe parts of them reminded him of Agnes, of his mother, or of something entirely different. Billy didn't have a reason for killing the way he did.

(The little girl in the park had been an accident. Just an accident. She'd seen him sneaking around and he had to kill her or else she'd call someone. Then Billy would be in trouble. And Billy didn't want to be in trouble.)

The rustling of Claire moving to grab something in the closet had Billy lunging for her throat, grabbing the startled girl around the neck and slamming her head into the wall, immediately knocking her unconscious. Billy just stared at his hands, watching them shake as they gripped her neck, before lifting her up into his arms.

Hauling her up into the attic took some doing but he was stronger than his lankier appearance let on.

The attic itself was dark, dusty, and quiet. Just the way Billy liked it. Wooden planks made up the floor that gave his hands tiny splinters for him to pull out with his teeth, cobwebs covering all the old clothes, boxes, props the sorority used when promoting themselves for new members, and clouded windowpanes from years without cleaning.

A sole, comfortable rocking chair was set up by the window. Tying the girl to the rocking chair had been easy. So was wrapping a cloth around her mouth so she couldn't scream if she awoke. Billy ignored the way his hands shook as he worked, mumbling to himself as he did so. Mama had to be in her usual spot, his mind cried. Right by the windowsill with Agnes just like he remembered.

Kneeling in front of the chair, Billy Lenz stared at the unconscious girl. Brown hair, big doe eyes, and a softness to her that Billy craved. The opposite of everything his mother was but very accurate to the version of herself that he made in his head. Billy remembered his mother to appear very kind and approachable, sweet, and delicate to Agnes.

Billy always made her angry, always got in her way. He remembered the way her face would twist and contort whenever he was in a room with her. As though to share her space was an insult that Billy could never hope to apologize for.

His mother was always crueler and scarier when she was yelling at him.

But she wasn't yelling now. He glanced up nervously at the unconscious girl before focusing his attention back on the dirty attic floors. He had control now. His mother was gone and his sister was gone. He was in control now.

"Little baby bumpin', daddy's gone a-huntin', gone to fetch a rabbit skin to wrap his baby Agnes in..." He sang softly to himself, voice cracking slightly, as he took the leg of the chair and rocked it slowly, eyes fixed to the spot where the girls shoes scuffed the dusty wooden floor.

Hearing the muffled sounds of the sorority girls' voices, Billy lifted his head slowly. Most of the girls were leaving for the Christmas break but a few would be staying behind, for one reason or another. The girl Barb was staying - he overheard that phone call right before calling the house.

Calling the sorority house. Yes, he'd done that. Stupid Billy, he hissed in his own head. Stupid, stupid Billy. It had been such an impulse, such a horrible idea from a horrible, horrible boy-

"Hello Peter?" The girl's voice pulled him from his thoughts, listening intently as she spoke. "I just want to talk to you." Her voice was low, hard to make out. Billy crept towards the door that led the attic and opened it slowly to hear better. Jess, he was able to identify. He was always hyperaware of their voices - and of the girls themselves - at all times. "Nothing's the matter, I just need to talk to you. In person. It's important." Billy stared at the carpeted floor of the sorority house from his spot, hovering over the ladder. He couldn't climb down but he didn't need to see the girls face to see her frustrated expression.

He'd already heard Jess talk to Phyl about the pregnancy.

In his own, twisted way, Billy wanted her to get the abortion too. Remembering his own childhood, remembering Agnes' life, he didn't want to see Jess turn into his mother. Though he could bear to see her annoying boyfriend meet his father's demise.

Billy hadn't been the one to kill his dad, after all. Maybe it would do Jess some good to embody his mother just a little bit.

"Peter, it's important!" Jess huffed again. "I'm not telling you over the phone because it needs to be in person." Billy felt out of his body as he crept down the ladder slowly. "Peter-" Jess huffed before angrily hanging up the phone. Billy made his way to the banister of the stairs and crouched down, watching Jess wrap her arms around herself. She stared at the fire for a moment before turning to sit on the couch. "Honestly, the nerve of that boy..." She huffed to herself before noticing a shadow on the floor and looking up at the stairs.

Both she and Billy jolted in surprise when her eyes landed on him. "Oh, are you from the party?" Jess asked, making Billy's head tilt slightly. "You should head home, it's late." She rubbed her eyes for a moment. "Unless you're keeping one of the girls company...?" Normally she didn't mind whatever boys her sorority sisters invited over but something about this guy gave her the creeps. She pushed the thought from her mind as quick as it came because, no, that was irrational. Sure he looked dirty and startled but that didn't mean he was dangerous!

Billy, however, stared at her with wide eyes, partially out of fear and largely out of confusion. Why would he be keeping them company? Did she know about Claire? Oh god-

"Hello?" She spoke softly. "Are you alright?" Jess's expression melted from confusion to concern. Billy nodded quickly, chewing on the skin on his lips. Surely she knew about Claire and was asking just to see if he'd lie. She'll know he lied and then she'll- "Do you need help?" Jess's voice cut through Billy's spiraling thoughts and his head snapped over to where she now stood beside him, her look of concern reminding him of the social worker- When had she come up the stairs?

"Help." He repeated, mimicking her tone. She raised an eyebrow at that, a nervous smile on her face.

"Do you know where you are?" She spoke softly, looking Billy up and down as he slowly stood up. Billy hated that look and quelled the urge to dig his fingernails into her neck by digging them into the thick fabric of the hem of his sweater instead.

"No." He said quietly, eyes locked on the floor. He was out of his depth here. He wasn't supposed to be found. He hissed softly, gripping his hair in frustration and yanking, trying to ground himself. Why had he climbed down, what was he doing, everything was going to be ruined-

His franticness seemed to alarm her. "It's alright," she gently took his wrists and tugged gently in hopes he'd move his arms. He stared up at her with wide, fearful eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help."

For a moment, Billy believed her. Jess seemed kind, genuinely concerned about him. His eyes flickered between her face and her hands as he mumbled to himself. "Do you want something to drink? Maybe sitting down will help." She let go of him gently and Billy felt the weight in his chest lift slightly. Drinks would be good, yeah.

He let Jess take his hand and walk him downstairs.

The downstairs kitchen wasn't anything phenomenal. Plain but useful, decorated to the nines for Christmas like everything else in the house. Jess busied herself with making hot cocoa for the strange man and eyed him curiously as he sat down in one of the old dining room chairs, staring at her.

He was interesting. The green turtleneck he wore reminded her briefly of Peter but his messy, dark brown curls made him different. Green eyes obscured by hair that seemed to stare into her very soul the longer she looked. He was dirty and covered in dust, like he'd been crawling around the attic or something. She looked away, feeling his eyes bore holes into her. He was odd.

But something about him made her feel sympathetic. Afraid, absolutely, but she worried about him.

Cutting a piece of the warm pumpkin cake Barb made and grabbing a candy cane, she brought the steaming mug into the dining room and set the small plate and cocoa in front of the man, who continued to stare up at her.

"We have marshmallows and whipped cream if you want that as well," she hummed as she sat down. Billy glanced at the cake curiously before taking the fork in a shaking hand and eating vigorously.

Jess felt her brow furrow. With how he was acting, she wondered when the last time he ate was. There was no way Barb's cooking was this good. "Do you know your name?" She asked hesitantly, feeling the mans eyes on her. She wasn't sure if he had a head injury or just didn't want to speak but if he was dealing with amnesia, her work may be cut out for her there.

It was snowing too much to drive out to a hospital right now...

"...Billy." He mumbled quietly, cutting Jess from her thoughts.

"Well Billy," he liked the way she said his name with her accent, "it's nice to meet you. My name is Jess."

"Jess." Billy repeated, mimicking her accent to the best of her ability. Jess seemed somewhat amused by it, giving him a light smile.

"You're very fond of voices, aren't you?" Billy shrugged, sipping on the cocoa and finally taking his eyes off her. "What other voices can you do?"

Billy's head snapped up harshly, staring Jess down. Usually people were annoyed by Billy doing voices, never asked him to do more. He was too loud, too annoying, too- "Tonight, one of these three contestants will become champion, and win a 1975 automobile, $10,000 in cash, or $25,000 in cash. And now, let's meet the star of Jeopardy!, Art Fleming!" Billy lowered the octave of his voice, repeating the lines he'd heard from the TV a few nights ago.

Jess laughed and Billy felt himself freeze. "Wow, okay. So you can do a lot of voices then." Her smile was infectious and Billy could feel himself smiling. He nodded shyly, drinking from the mug again. "Well, I'm sure Barb will get a kick out of that too." Blinking at the name, Billy hummed in thought. Barb was the girl staying behind who wanted to visit her mother. Skiing, he recalled. "Do you have somewhere to stay?" Billy glanced up at Jess, staring her down.

"...No." He said softly, chewing at the skin on his fingers anxiously. Jess didn't seem surprised but frowned slightly.

"Well, I suppose you can sleep on the couch. I'll give a note to the girls still here that you're downstairs so they don't freak out." Billy nodded as Jess took the empty dishes from him, leaving him to chew thoughtfully on the candy cane. "I'll grab you some blankets and pillows, wait here!" Jess smiled before hurrying upstairs, socked feet padding on the carpeted stairs.

The spare closet at the end of the hall by the attic usually had extra blankets and pillows inside for emergencies. When she opened the small closet, Jess busied herself by grabbing a thick, wool blanket and a plain white pillow and used her hip to shut the door. She paused when she noticed the attic door was open and rolled her eyes, reaching up to shut it. Really, Barb and Phyll should've shut it after getting decorations!

Lord knows the draft up there would give them all dreadful colds.

Jess quietly shut off the upstairs lights on her way back down, almost relieved to see Billy had made himself at home on the couch, staring blankly at the fire until he heard the girl approach him.

Billy watched her cautiously, biting the candy cane and sucking it to a sharp point. Grinning to himself, he started laughing quietly. How had he gotten himself into this- this mess?! Biting down on the candy cane to hold it in his mouth freed up his hands to pull anxiously at his curly hair.

Jess set the blankets and pillows down cautiously beside her before looking him over. "Do you want a shower or anything? I'm not sure how many spare clothes I have but, if you want to get clean, I can-"

A knock at the door made Billy shriek, like he'd been stabbed.

Jess froze, yelping as well when her guest shrieked, covering his ears with his hands. That... was odd, but she tried to push it down. "It's alright Billy, probably just late-night carolers or something," she tried to reassure him calmly as Billy peered at her nervously. "I'll go check, it's alright." Jess stood from the couch and made her way to the window and peeled back the curtains, frowning at the figure of a single man standing there.

When she looked back over at the couch, Billy wasn't anywhere to be seen. As she looked around frantically, Peter pounded again on the door, begging to be let in. Jess sighed, more annoyed than anything. So first Peter wanted to wait and now he was suddenly interested in what she had to say? Honestly, sometimes it was like he loved that piano more than her.

First, she needed to find where Billy ran off to. Out of the corner of her eye, Jess spotted movement in the kitchen and let out a relieved sigh. "It's alright Billy, it's just my boyfriend Peter..."

Poking his head out into the entryway of the hall, he simply stared at her. Those big green eyes once again made her feel unsettled except for the fact he didn't seem... dangerous? He was weird for sure but the girl didn't think he was that dangerous. After all, she was in college for psychology. She'd recognize anything hostile in him.

Peter's incessant knocking was grating on her nerves. "One moment Billy," she sighed before turning on her heel and marching to the front door. After a bit of a jiggle of the tricky handle, it opened.

"Jess! Leaving me to freeze out there? After I came all this way?" Peter pouted dramatically, shrugging off his jacket and pushing past Jess into the sorority house.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't think you'd be coming. You said you were getting rest, tomorrow's important to you."

"Well, you piqued my interest," Peter explained with an insincere smile. "Besides, I can't sleep if something's on your mind. What's going on?" Slowly, Peter's eyes shifted to behind Jess and he looked alarmed. "Who's THIS?"

Jess looked over her shoulder at Billy, who stood in the entryway to the kitchen with a candy cane stuffed in his mouth, the point aimed at Peter. If looks could kill, her boyfriend would be ash at her feet. "That's Billy," Jess smiled, "he's from the party earlier."

"So... why's he downstairs with you alone?" Peter gave a concerned look to Jess. "Jess, sweetie, is he bothering you? Just say the word and I'll-"

"Pig bitch..." Billy muttered, voice slurred by the candy cane. Jess felt herself freeze. That voice. She had thought it familiar at first but that phrase... only one person she knew said that. The Moaner. The horrible, awful Moaner on the phone who was now in the house. Had been in the house the whole time. Oh my god he was in the house and she fed him and offered him to spend the night?!

Jess felt close to fainting but she held it together.

"What did you say?" Peter snapped at Billy, glaring him down.

"Rotten pig bitch!" Billy shrieked in a high pitched at the other man before retreating back into the kitchen, a soft shattering noise of glass made Jess flinch slightly.

Now she had a choice to make: she could tell Peter about the phone calls, tell him about the Moaner, about how for the past few weeks he had been calling the house and disturbing her and her sisters. Or. Or she could tell him about the baby, brush off the Moaner's - Billy's - antics and tell him what he came to hear about.

Steadying herself, Jess moved to sit on the couch. If she said something about Billy, Peter may try to pick a fight him, a fight she was uncertain he'd win. Or call the cops. And lord knows what would happen if Billy found out she sold him out. She wasn't sure how strong he was but he was nearly the same size as her boyfriend. Besides, there was something about him that confused Jess. Billy was just a walking contradiction.

There was simply no way the Moaner who screamed profanities was the same man who was too anxious to meet her eyes. Right?

Jess didn't like her odds.

"I'm pregnant," is what she settled on saying. Peter's eyes went wide. His slowly growing grin was not at all what she'd expected.

"Jess that's wonderful!"

"I don't want it Peter," Jess sighed. She'd been afraid of this reaction, quietly hoping he'd be as opposed to having it as she was. "I want to get an abortion."

Peter blinked at her like she'd grown two heads. "What?"

"I don't want it. I'm not going to keep it." She sat down on the couch, crossing her arms over her chest to mask her trembling.

Peter was quiet as she spoke, sitting beside her on the couch. "Jess. Listen to me very carefully. You are not going to abort that baby."

Jess turned to him with wide eyes. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me! We'll get married and you'll keep the baby. It'll be perfect!" He smiled at her but all Jess felt was nausea.

"Peter, I don't want that. I have things I want to do that a baby will prevent me from doing. I don't want to play housewife for you with a baby I don't want." She stood up, forcefully pulling her wrist from him when he grabbed her. "Let go-!"

"No, listen to me!" Peter practically snarled, voice oozing with malice. "You don't get to decide-"

"SHUT UP!" A voice shrieked before a glass cup struck Peter in the eye, breaking into shards that scratched his cheek as they fell. Jess's eyes snapped over to Billy, hand clenching a sharpened candy cane and glaring daggers at Peter.

As her boyfriend recoiled, Jess stepped in front of him. "Billy! It's- it's alright! He's not going-"

Billy shrieked, voice higher than usual, gripping his hair with the hand not holding the candy cane. "NASTY, DIRTY PIG BITCH!" He snapped stumbling backwards until he hit a wall. He crumpled with a sob and pointed the sharpened candy cane at Peter with tears streaming down his face.

Jess was... confused, to say the least. She glanced at Peter, who held his face in shock, and then to Billy who had an arm wrapped around himself and was whispering and mumbling frantically, though she was able to make out the name "Agnes" in the whispers.

"Jess, who the hell is this guy?!" Peter roared, Jess flinched slightly.

She really, truly, did not know.

"I'm having a baby!" Constance Lenz grinned at her boyfriend. The two had been struggling to have a child but finally, finally, it'd worked.. The twelve year old boy who Constance had locked in the attic after her husband tragically "died of a heart attack."

But Billy knew. He'd seen her kill his dad. And now his mom was having another child.

And Agnes had been precious. Billy had been enamored with her immediately, sometimes creeping down from his attic room to see her asleep in his crib. He'd mastered sneaking around the house now, stealing food and water when everyone was asleep. And he'd see Agnes.

Then, Christmas morning, when Agnes was five years old, Billy made an appearance.

She'd never met him before, not really. He'd watch her sleep - green eyes boring holes into the toddler as she'd slept. He felt insanely protective of her, wanting her to have a good childhood and living vicariously through that. He'd watched his mom hold her and rock with her in a rocking chair, watched them make sugar cookies together...

And it was like he was completely forgotten. Completely stripped of personhood. Now he was just a memory locked away in the closet.

So here he was. Staring down his five year old sister as she played with her toys by the Christmas tree. Mommy and daddy had gone into the kitchen to get breakfast ready. The stove was currently burning the side of daddy's face as mommy bled out on the floor - the both of them with various candy canes lodged in their necks and stained bright red.

The blood still dripped from the puncture wounds. Billy had gotten good at sharpening the sticks down to points.

Agnes just looked up at him. Of course she didn't recognize him. She didn't know him but he knew her.

"Little baby bumpin', daddy's gone a-huntin', gone to fetch a rabbit skin to wrap his baby Agnes in..." He sang softly, lifting the five year old up into his arms. Agnes clung to her doll and didn't protest when Billy sat in the rocking chair, rocking his little sister the way he'd seen his mother do.

She was five. She didn't have a strong concept of danger yet. The blood staining Billy's hands didn't bother her.

Billy stared ahead at nothing, just repeating the lullaby over and over. Tears fell silently down his cheeks. He felt covered in dirt and blood and he clung to his baby sister like a lifeline.

The police didn't have a difficult time finding the killer. The killer who was sat by the Christmas tree with Agnes Lenz in his lap, babbling incoherent nonsense. "Agnes," he whispered to the slumbering baby as the officers drew their guns on him, "don't tell them what we did, Agnes."

As if a toddler had any hand in what happened.

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"Billy?" Jess's voice was louder then the memories. Memories of Agnes sobbing. Her and Billy being separated. The trial that had ended when signs of neglect had been littered on Billy's body. Bruises, malnourishment, just a ratty and dirty seventeen-year-old boy who lost control.

He'd been let go. Regular therapist visits had been required. But Billy had run away, went north to Canada. Where he was now.

"Billy?" Jess again. Billy finally looked up at her, tears streaming down his face. She looked worried, perched on her knees as she reached for his face, brushing hair away. "What's wrong?"

"Agnes?" He choked out, feeling bile rise.

"Who's Agnes?" She asked softly. Her nasty boyfriend stood behind her, glaring at him, but Billy ignored him.

Billy bit his tongue as he hummed to himself. "Little baby bumpin'..." He cooed, staring blankly at his lap.

"He's insane, Jess." Peter spat with a roll of his eyes. "Let's just call the cops and they'll take him back to whatever asylum he came from. Lock him up and throw away the key."

"No!" Billy shrieked, more tears falling. "No! No! No!" He lunged at Peter, grabbing at him. The two scuffled, Peter yelling at Jess to call the police.

The poor girl stands there, freeze taking over her entire body.

Then Barb and Phyllis come downstairs dressed in their bedclothes. Barb opens her mouth to ask what was going on just as Billy tackled Peter to the ground, screaming and hitting him.

Jess ran over, grabbing Billy around his chest and dragging him off her boyfriend, reassuring him that things were okay. God, what a world she was in where The Moaner was sobbing in her arms as he tried to beat the shit out of her boyfriend for whatever reason.

She sunk to the floor, holding Billy, who scratched desperately at her arms and shrieked.

This was going to be a long night...

#🔪 creeps writes #billy lenz #jess bradford #barbara coard #phyllis carlson #claire harrison #peter smythe #black christmas #slasher fanfiction #billy lenz needs friends honestly #this is NOT remake friendly i hate the remake

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7finalgirl8 · 11 months

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Happy pride month from two wonderful girls 💞

#i ship these two so hard #💙❣️💛#scetch #black christmas #black christmas 1974 #jess bradford #barbara coard #barb #pride month #lesbian #G💖I💖R💖L💖S #bisexual #final girls

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ventiswampwater · 1 year

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matching icons for u and ur best gal pal this holiday season🎄

#did u know? that there's a certain SPECIES of TURTLE.....there's a certain.......species of turtle.......#that can SCA-REWWW for three DAYS!!! without STOPPING #how is the black christmas rewatch goin sam? u ask. oh. i answer. very lgbt ofc.#black christmas #black christmas 1974 #barbara coard #phyllis carlson #yeah I'm sorry but the movie is about these two honestly. there's a toxic rat man in it as well but. idk who he is tbh #mine

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notoriousturnip · 7 months

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I know she was wearing a fancy black shirt and black pants in that scene, but I like to imagine that it was actually a dress.

I love designing ghosts and I've been meaning to draw Barb, so... One of her outfits gave off gothic vibes and she was presented as an energy vampire throughout most of the movie, so yeah. Ghost-vampire Barb. Plus, I'm pretty sure she's bi and we all know that no vampire is straight.

I might make a whole AU based on this. Like, the dead characters coming back as ghosts to haunt Billy. Oh, how the tables have turned.

#drawing blood is also not my strong suit #black christmas #barbara coard #you ever draw a character for the first time only to dislike the outcome and change the way you draw them in ur next piece #yeah #turnip art

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downtowncannibal · 1 year

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What I think the Black Christmas cast all smells like/what kinda body wash they use:

This came to me when I was smelling my lotion lmao, bit odd but whatever, I love all the women of Black Christmas (plus Chris and Billy) Excuse smelling mistakes, I pulled this out of my ass last minute

CLARE HARRISON

Tangerine. That's all I have to say. At least when she was alive, Clare always preferred more fruity, pleasant smells that were easy on the nose. She's the type to light "Summer" candles during Halloween. She owns this rather expensive body wash package that came with lotion and a orange loofa, it's probably called something like "Blossom Tangerine Spring" Clare's willing to change it up unlike a lot of other people on this list, any sort of soft fruit smelling perfume or lotion will do. Clare smells fruity.

BARBARA COARD

Probably something that smells more woodish, or simple but alluring. I've mentioned this before, but I think Cinnamon is a particular scent she'd enjoy. She wouldn't get as proper as Clare with the matching lotion and such, but she's got a good $3 dollar store Cinnamon scented body wash she's pretty happy with and uses the hell out of. Since it's so cheap, the scent definitely fades a bit quicker, and in that case she begins to smell more of nicotine than the pleasant cinnamon, but thats okay, she showers pretty frequently. I also feel like she smells lightly of cologne, men's cologne, she chooses to wear it- but only a little spurt. Barb doesn't change up and isn't willing to try other scents, she likes cinnamon and she sticks with it- and if not cinnamon, just natural bar soap.

JESS BRADFORD

Jess isn't really particular with what she uses, it could be simple bar soap or the finest soap in all of Canada, she doesn't really care. If she were to choose, however, she would probably choose more Lavender scents, but like Clare, nothing too strong. All in all, Jess smells like dove soap, and it makes her skin so fucking soft.

PHYLLIS CARLSON

Billy says she smells like hippie, personally, I think she'd smell like tea with a mix of blueberries, a more- mystical, yet nature smelling perfume. Uses really nice smooth lotion, but cheap body wash. Doesn't really care what she smells like, just as long as it isn't bad.

CHRIS HAYDEN

Chris takes decent care of himself but prefers simple bar body wash and then applying a heavy amount of cologne. He's got no sort of body oder to cover, he uses that extra manly deodorant and shit like that, he just overestimates how much cologne he needs. The cologne isn't cheap, but it isn't too expensive either, probably about 30 bucks and isn't a name brand- but he doesn't really care, he's just looking to smell nice. When the cologne begins to fade is when it actually smells decent, it smells like exactly whatever comes to mind when you think of men's cologne. Old spice user. Also smells like a Christmas tree, oak smeller.

PETER SMYTHE

Trying to be serious for Peter and not just say "like shit." Because I fucking hate Peter. Anyways, Peter is like Jess- but the difference is he actually cannot afford to use more expensive soaps. Considering he lives in the conservatory and is a starving artist, I doubt he has money to waste on soap. Doesn't really use any lotions, just uses the cheapest body wash he can buy and he's done. It doesn't really bother him, he's more of a cologne kinda guy than a body wash sorta guy. If he uses cologne it's probably something Jess bought for him as a gift.

BILLY

Old, old cologne, dirt, and dust. Billy of course, being a attic dweller and likely home hopper, can't really afford to buy any sort of hygiene products. My personalization of Billy fucking hates being filthy, and tries to get showers whenever he can (he's not really a germophobe, but rather the concept of being filthy inside and out is something that disturbs him, and seeing dirt on his filthy skin can make him breakdown.) So that's why I say he doesn't smell like piss, but rather..oh? Cinnamon? Yup, he's stealing Barbs body wash, both out of spite and just because he likes the smell, he tells himself it's out of only spite though because "cinnamon is a unmanly scent"

LIEUTENANT FULLER

Another bar soap user, smells like- cop. Little bit of dust, little bit of gunpowder here and there, he doesn't really have any sort of signature scent, but does sometimes use vanilla hand lotion that's pretty strong, but definitely not bad smelling!

NASH

Old man (fr, old man, what your grandpas house smells like, you know the smell.)

#idk where this came from #just #had to do it i guess #black christmas #black christmas 1974 #jess bradford #clare harrison #claire harrison #billy lenz #slashers #slasher film #barb black christmas #Barbara coard

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helicopterrrfunny · 1 year

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They do say drunk words are sober thoughts..

#black christmas 1974 #black christmas fanart #black christmas #barb coard #barbara coard #phyl carlson #phyllis carlson #slasher #slasher movies #fanart

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cinder-no · 2 years

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#I wanted to use this as a reaction GIF but I couldn't fine any so I made one!#My GIFs #GIFs #Black Christmas #Black Christmas (1974)#Barbara Coard #Barb Coard #Final Girls #Slasher Movies #Movie GIFs #Movies #Horror Movies #CW Smoking #CinderNo

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des1gnersadness · 2 years

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if ur taking requests could you maybe do billy lenz with a sub! male reader nsfw? , theres not a lot of male reader content for him so im desperate LOL

if ur not taking requests i am sorry and its okay! thank you and have a nice day/night!! :3

sorry this took so long !

the smut is right under the cut.

thank you for requesting anon, i hope you like it!

Silent Night — Billy Lenz x sub!male reader smut

gif isn’t mine!

warnings: dom/sub, slight choking, some exposition at the beginning, reader isn’t that submissive at first but trust me — he is, reader is male, blow job, teasing, smut, and anything else I’ll think of I’ll add.

You were bored — well, as bored as one could be when you were in the middle of a party that Barbara Coard was throwing. Everyone was dancing, drinking, and smoking — you weren’t that interested though, partying hard was never your thing — you preferred to go to small get togethers where people would play cards or watch movies. “Oh my goodness! Y/N!” Jess Bradford called through the crowd as she made her way over — drink in hand.

Smiling at her, you stood up from the bench you had been on — glad to have someone you knew here, it was her sorority house too. “Jess!” You exclaimed happily — the two of you hugged before Jess took your hand and led you through the crowd to the kitchen.

—

“I didn’t even know you were gonna show.” Jess said with a genuine smile — she took a sip of the liquid from her cup. You shrugged — “I didn’t think I was going to in the first place but, then I thought about hanging out with you and I changed my mind.” To people on the outside — you and Jess looked like a picture perfect couple when in actuality, you were best friends — Jess was already in a relationship and you… you were working on that.

It was hard to find a gay guy in the seventies.

“Oh! I can’t believe I forgot to tell you!” Jess’ voice made you jump slightly — you looked at her as she spoke, “So, there’s this weird guy calling the house every night — it’s definitely just some prank calls but… they’re so strange that I’m starting to be freaked out by them.” She became nervous, “So I was wondering — could you spend the night here? Just for protection — please?” If it was any other person you would’ve said no but, this was Jess. You nodded, “Sure.”

—

You had settled in on the couch. Jess had given you some blankets along with a pillow — after she bid you goodnight and went to her room, you stayed up. The light from the lamp in the hallway was what you were staring at — day dreaming — your mind drifted to the guy Jess had been talking about earlier and you couldn’t help but wish the phone rang so you could be the one to answer it. Maybe Jess was exaggerating and you could give discipline to whoever kept calling.

Instead of the sound of the phone ringing — a meow and hiss came from upstairs — your eyes darted to the stairs and you suddenly felt scared. Getting up — you did what someone should never do in this situation — you went to the sound of the meow and came across the door to the attic.

Maybe you were just delirious and making things up.

THUMP

meow~

Now that, that came from just behind the attic door. Your motherly (fatherly?) instincts kicked in — you were going to rescue that cat even if it meant getting dirty.

—

Climbing up into the attic, you tried your best to look around in the darkness — the moon seemed to try and help but it didn’t illuminate enough to where you could see. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty — where are you?” You whispered loudly — hoping to not scare off the feline. A clatter of things falling startled you. You turned to where the sound came from and saw nothing. You furrowed your brows as you soon realized something else was breathing in the same exact way as you.

Holding your breath — you heard the ragged breathing of someone rather close to you. Doing something you usually wouldn’t do — you reached out blindly and touched something soft. It was a sweater, that much you could tell — your hands lay flat against it. Your fingers splayed and that seemed to make the person grumble. “Piggy.” Was all they said and your eyes widened in fear. Before you could pull away — the person held your hands in place. “Billy w-wants more~More.”

The mystery person was a guy whose name was Billy and who was clearly wanting you to touch him in places you usually wouldn’t when you first meet someone. “What..?” Is the only thing you can get out before you’re pulled close to Billy — his mouth latching onto your own, drool from his own mouth covers your chin. The kiss was hurried as Billy groaned in an animalistic way. Your teeth clatter as Billy slides his tongue into your mouth and fights against your own. He grabs your hips, rutting against you as he repeats the word “more.”

Honestly, you were aroused — it’s been a while and being touched like this made you hard. Billy’s hand went to your head and shoved you down to your knees — so you were now eye level with his growing erection. He was straining against his jeans, that was for sure, he urged you on and even squealed when you took a second too long to get his pants off and around his ankles. “Suck Billy’s fat c-cock.” He said through a giddy laugh which sent a chill up your spine. You slid off his underwear and his erection sprung up — slapping against his belly. Pre-cum leaked from the mushroom tip.

Grabbing his shaft — you slid your thumb on the slit on the tip and slid the pre-cum as lube. You placed your mouth around the tip and began to go down further every time you bobbed your head. “More~” Billy groaned as he began shoving your head further down his dick. The girth made your throat hurt slightly — your gag reflex wasn’t that good so as he began to fuck your face, you were getting closer to gagging, and once you did, Billy giggled happily. “Gag on Billy’s fat cock p-piggy.” You moaned against him but before Billy came, he pulled out of your mouth.

A rope of drool was connecting your mouth and his dick. You looked up at him through hazy eyes, “Wh-?” Before you could even think of finishing your sentence — Billy pounced on you — he began taking your pants off at a rapid rate. “Billy wants to f-fuck your tight h-hole~” He exclaimed making your eyes widen. You let him take the lead and he made sure to get the perfect angle to your tight hole. He spit on his fingers and began to fuck you with his fingers — instantly starting off with two fingers.

“Fuck!” You moaned out at the feeling before enjoying the feeling — your eyes closed in satisfaction before Billy pulled away. You looked at him and right as he did — he thrusted himself into you. You moaned loudly, making Billy place a hand on your neck, tightening slightly, “Shhh, p-piggy needs to be quiet o-or else those c-cunts will hear.” He mumbled making you hold back your moans — you bit your lip as you whimpered.

Billy grinned and began to pick up his pace, he breathed heavily. You felt yourself getting close — the knot at the bottom of your stomach felt like it was getting tighter and tighter — Billy’s hand tightened around your throat and that let the knot unravel as you came — your cum spilling all over yourself. Billy drooled at the sight as he quickly came right after you did. He slid out of you without warning which caused you to hiss. Billy placed another kiss on your lips before he spoke.

“Goodnight p-pretty piggy.”

#smut #slashers #slashers x male reader #70s #male reader #billy lenz x male reader #x reader #requested #requested by anon #black christmas #billy lenz x reader

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cinemagh0ul · 4 months

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I made this for a specific twitter art prompt but I wanted to post it here just because I really liked how I drew Laurie in this piece

#laurie strode #rz halloween #halloween ii 2009 #barbara coard #barb coard #black christmas #black christmas 1974 #Barb came out a bit weird but I’ll let it slide #I feel like Barb would peer pressure someone into doing crime (or murder in this case)#also I thought this idea was extra funny considering that Margot Kidder is Laurie’s therapist in Halloween II remake #I changed Laurie saying ‘fuck’ instead of ‘damn’ just because of how many times she says fuck in the RZ remakes

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simp-for-cenobites · 2 years

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Bi Christmas 1974

#black christmas 1974 #black christmas #barb coard #barbara coard #phyl carlson #phyllis carlson #artists on tumblr #rita's originals #rita's art #i feel like every time i draw Barb she looks worse i'm so sorry i love her

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creepswrites · 11 months

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RED CHRISTMAS | CH 2 (Billy Lenz)

honestly i loved writing Red Christmas so much and i want to write billy lenz that i'm just gonna make a part 2 anyways :) hi black christmas fandom this ones for you

Billy Lenz + Sorority Girls (platonic)

Summary: While Agnes was difficult for reporters to find, Jess was no reporter. She was a studying psychologist and she knew there were answers that only the young girl would have. If she could find her, she might be able to help Billy somehow. (TW: graphic descriptions of murder)

"So let me get this straight," Phyll frowned. She, Peter, and Barb were sat on the couch facing the kitchen, the Christmas tree behind them still aglow with soft, twinkling lights. The awning into the kitchen was a few feet away and with the only light in the living room coming from the tree, it made the harsh, yellow lights in the kitchen stand out against the darkness. Peter held a bag of frozen peas to his eye and glared daggers at Billy, who was in the kitchen with Jess. "Some random dude stays after the party and suddenly he attacks Peter?" Phyll's voice was a whisper, afraid that if she was too loud, Billy would attack her too.

He might, as far as she knew.

Barb snorted, taking a lazy drag from her cigarette. "Honestly, that's reasonable. Petey here is fuckin' annoying sometimes." Peter shot her a glare and she continued, eyes half lidded as she smirked. "Dude looks insane though."

The three turned to stare at the man in question. Billy and Jess were sat at the small kitchen table, each sitting on of the old, worn kitchen chairs. While he stared ahead at nothing, she wrapped his hand with soft, white gauze. His knuckles had bled when he attacked Peter and Jess had immediately fretted over him. Billy trembled slightly, mumbling quietly as Jess worked.

When she was finished, she let his hand fall limp in his lap and watched him. He refused to meet her eyes and instead looked frantically about the room. Billy lifted a hand to chew at his fingernails anxiously. "It's alright," Jess's voice was soft. As terrifying as he was, she still felt pity for him. Clearly something was wrong, she knew that.

She hadn't told anyone he was the Moaner. She partially worried that Billy wouldn't take that identity reveal well.

Jess stood slowly as to not startle him and made her way deeper into the kitchen. She felt eyes on her as she began warming hot chocolate and hummed quietly to herself. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up when she heard her humming echoed from just a few feet behind her but she willed herself to relax.

Surely, if he wanted to hurt her, he would've done so by now.

When the drink was done, Jess kept her back to Billy as she opened the fridge to grab whipped cream. She covered the top of the mug in the stuff and stuck a nearby candy cane inside. "It's a trick Barb showed me," she explained aloud. Billy's eyes were still on her - she could feel them on her almost constantly - and when she turned to hand him the drink, he didn't seem as nervous as before. "It makes the chocolate taste a bit like peppermint."

Billy stared at her and then down at the warm, blue mug. "Peppermint." He repeated, mimicking her accent. "Peppermint. Peppermint."

Jess felt a small smile on her face, despite herself.

He took the drink carefully and stirred it curiously with the candy cane. The white cream began to tint red...

...

Red hot blood hit his face and he heard mommy screaming. He turned slowly, staring at her over his shoulder as she cowered in fear. Billy slammed her boyfriend's face into the hot stove, relishing in his screams and the smell of burnt flesh.

He let go of his head and stalked towards his mother, who cowered in the corner. Nowhere to go. "Billy-! Billy, don't, please, listen to me," she begged. Billy stood above her and tilted his head curiously. "Billy, sweetie, I never- I never meant to-!"

Billy drove the sharp candy cane into her neck, spraying blood all over himself and the cabinets. He left it there, watching the red-white candy turn bright red.

"Silly, silly, silly Billy, what have you done..." He whispered as he stood up, suddenly struck with a sick feeling in his stomach. "Billy, Billy, you broke it. Broke it. Broke it. Nasty, stupid Billy!" The words scraped his throat, mimicking his mothers voice. "Nasty pig bitch!" His voice cracked and he clutched a frying pan in his fist, bringing it down on her skull over and over and over...

...

"Billy?" Jess asked quietly. He looked up at her and was stunned when he couldn't see her. She was blurry. But, with a blink, he could see her again. Tears fell down his cheeks as he stared openly at her.

Jess motioned for him to sit back down in the chair, taking his arm in a gentle hand. "Sorry." He said quietly.

"It's... It's alright." She tried. Liar, Billy thought to himself. But something about the way she would lie to make him feel better... That was more than anyone had ever done for him. It angered him as well as it made something warm ache in his chest. No one but Agnes had ever been this kind to him.

He remembered the girl locked up in the attic. Jess's kindness would disappear as soon as she learnt he'd messed up again. Broke it, Billy thought to himself. He broke the toy again and now he'd be sent back up to the attic. Memories of stuffy, hot spaces littered with dust and cobwebs. Splinters cutting his fingers and soft sobbing as he yanked them out with his teeth as best he could...

Jess put her hands over his, holding the mug with him. Bright green eyes jerked back up to look at her. She didn't look at him with anger or exhaustion, like the way his mother often did if he came to her with a cold or an infected injury. Billy wasn't even hurt and Jess looked at him with compassion.

He could see the hesitance there too but he didn't have time to be paranoid about that.

Now, Jess saw she had a choice to make. She could let Billy stay the night, set him up on the couch, and see if she could find where he was meant to be staying. Or she could call the police. Or she could tell the others he's the Moaner and just... deal with whatever consequences came with it.

Or, her mind supplied, the more interesting route: she could learn more about him.

Jess was a psychology student. Being presented with a mysterious and clearly unstable man was intellectually fascinating to her. Had she not heard his comments about pigs earlier, she wouldn't even have believed this sad man sitting in front of her crying over a hot chocolate could possibly be the same man making lewd phone calls to them..

How did these things connect? What happened to him? Where did he even come from-?

"Hey," Barb's voice seemed to snap both Jess and Billy from their thoughts. "Peter's gettin' all huffy you're holdin' hands." She blew out smoke from her cigarette.

Billy winced ever so slightly. Barb didn't notice but Jess did.

"Sorry," Jess said, letting go of Billy's hands and watching him drink from the mug. He kept his attention on her - green eyes boring holes into her, like if he stared hard enough he'd see through her.

Barb rocked slightly on the balls of her feet. "Soooo... what's the plan with, uh, Billy then?" The girl tilted her head, giving him a quick glance. "We callin' the cops or-?"

"No!" Billy immediately protested, looking panicked.

"No, no." Jess reassured Billy. "No police, he'll- um- he'll stay the night. We'll... figure out a plan of action in the morning." A pause. "I'm too tired to think anyways."

Barb gave Jess a look and then glanced back at Billy. "Well, crazy, seems like we're all havin' a sleepover."

Billy gave her a strange look. "Sleepover." He repeated, mimicking her cadance.

That seemed to amuse Barb. A wide grin appeared as she laughed. "Yeah, sleepover. Ya ever have one of those?" The silence must have been answer enough. "Well, usually, we have popcorn and watch scary movies and do each others nails." She snorted.

But Billy didn't seem put off by that. "Nails." He repeated. "Pop, pop, pop, popcorn." He popped the p's as he spoke.

"Alright, I'm with Jess, this guy can stay the night." Barb called over her shoulder to Peter and Phyll. "I like this guy."

Phyll stood, wrapping her arms around herself. "Barb, I don't think thats-"

"What other voices can you do?" Barb asked, nudging Billy gently with her slipper-covered toes.

Billy stared up at her, almost vacantly, before smiling slightly. He took a moment before repeating lines he heard from the radio that morning. "And the weather today, folks, is lookin' to be cold as hell. If hell froze over that is." He mimicked the weatherman's voice, relaxing slightly at the impressed look on Barbara's face.

She laughed, surprised. "Wow, okay, you're good at that. You can watch movies with us but you gotta do some'a their voices for me, deal?"

He nodded shyly, fidgeting with the cup again.

"Oh, fuck no." Peter spoke up, coming to stand beside Phyll. "He is not allowed to be alone with you girls."

Barb gave Peter an exhausted look. "What, you think we need a big, strong man like you to protect us?" Her voice oozed sarcasm. Billy put the candy cane in his mouth and gnawed on it as he watched the exchange.

Peter ignored her tone. "Yeah, you do. Especially since Jess is having my baby!"

Jess huffed. "I'm not having any baby, Peter, I told you."

The room was silent. "Jess." Peter's voice was eerily calm. "You are not going to abort our baby."

Before either Jess or Peter could keep going, a loud cracking sound was heard. Billy stared at Peter, dark malice swirling in his eyes. When he slowly removed the candy cane from his mouth, the end of it was jagged down to a rough point. Billy glared at Peter and the taller man swallowed.

Barb snorted with a single nod. "Well said, freak. Petey, if yer jus' gonna cause problems, you can go." She reached over and ruffled Billy's hair. "We got a big, strong man to protect us right here."

Billy hung his head at the affection, feeling bile rise to his throat as anxiety made him tremble. Jess certainly noticed. He could practically feel her concerned eyes on him.

Peter and Barb continued to argue amongst themselves while Phyll appeared at Jess's side. "Jess," she said softly, "are you sure this is a good idea?" She gave a nervous glance at Billy.

Jess chewed on the inside of her lip and said nothing. She and Billy just stared at each other as Billy sucked on the candy cane.

When he put it back in the hot chocolate to stir, Jess felt a sharp pang of anxiety when she realized it was perfectly sharpened to a point.

The night passed in relative smoothness. True to her word, Barb made popcorn and everyone situated in front of the TV to watch horror movies together. Barb, Phyll, and Jess sat on the couch whilst Peter and Billy sat on the floor in front of them. Despite Peter's wishes, Billy sat at Jess's legs, leaning his back up against her shins.

Sometimes, she'd reach over and twirl a strand of his curly hair to watch him shudder. It had already occurred to her that Billy, whoever he was, was not treated kindly. It was evident enough that he wasn't used to touch, though he slowly adjusted to her touching his hair and she began to loosely run her fingers through it, wincing at the amount of knots she found.

Jess couldn't focus on the movie. Her mind was far too focused on something Billy had said. A name: Agnes. The way Billy's voice had shaken around the word, as though it pained him to say. She wanted to ask but decided against pushing. She wasn't even sure he'd tell her anything.

About halfway through the second movie - some Hallmark Christmas movie that Phyll liked and Barb simply tolerated - Barb got up and disappeared upstairs for a moment. When she returned, she had her little box of various nail polishes. "So, since we've got a guest," she gestured to Billy with a dramatic flare, "he can go first."

Peter scoffed. "Men don't paint their nails. That's for f-"

Phyll sharply kicked his shoulder and did not apologize for the pained sound Peter let out. "Watch it," she hissed, "or we'll drag you out of here by your stupid, ugly hair."

Billy's little smirk made Barb chuckle. "So," she sat criss-cross in front of him and set the little box between them. "You can pick whatever colors you want, man. World's yer oyster."

He considered his options carefully, as though making a life-changing decision. Jess though it was endearing. Slowly, Billy pointed at a dark red color. "Excellent choice." Barb said, plucking the bottle from her collection.

One by one, Barb did everyone's nails. She had to swat at Billy a few times when she caught him trying to chew on his nails. His hisses did nothing to deter her. "Leave em," she'd said, "if you chew, the color'll come off."

Billy had considered that and instead took to biting at his knuckles instead. Which was... at least not his nails.

The five of them had fallen asleep in the living room. Peter was sprawled out on the couch, Barb and Phyll were laying together on the floor with some of the couch pillows, and Jess and Billy fell asleep shoulder-to-shoulder leaning against the couch.

Jess woke up first, becoming immediately aware of the soft snoring beside her. Billy's head was resting atop hers as he dozed, knees bent up to his chest and his hands clasping his knees. His chest rose and fell gently as the barely-morning light from the window highlighted the side of his face.

Jess's heart clenched when she studied him in the light. Dirt and dust covered his clothes and hair. It'd been hard to see his features closely before but now the sun only served to highlight the mistreatment.

This man was riddled with mysteries and Jess wanted to solve them. She'd always been a curious person by nature.

First, she'd started with waking him up. He'd been reluctant to wake up - judging by the dark bags under his eyes, he didn't sleep much - but Jess held fast. She managed to usher him into the shower, digging out clothes Peter left in her room that he'd left for whenever he stayed the night. Billy was a bit skinnier than Peter but they'd fit him better than any of Jess's clothes.

So, once she'd left a towel and clean clothes out for him in the bathrooms, snatched up the dirty clothes Billy had left, and dashed back to her room. His things would need to be washed, but she could do that later.

Instead, she got onto the next part in unraveling the mystery: turning on her computer.

Without a last name to go off of, she'd have to get creative. So she tried a few key words. "Billy and Agnes," "Billy phone calls," "Mimicking phone caller," and such but nothing had come up yet.

Jess hummed, tapping lightly on her keys in thought. Then she remembered back to a rude comment Peter had made about an asylum. It was a stretch but... Jess googled any asylums within reasonable driving distance and started from there. She'd search the name and add Billy to it and scan through inmates.

On the fifth failed attempt, Jess hung her head. "Okay," she said to herself, "one last try."

Harmony Heights Hospital... Billy...

Jess blinked as various articles came up about a Billy Lenz. And quickly, she began scanning through...

CHRISTMAS KILLER SET FREE...

LENZ BOY LET OUT ON GOOD BEHAVIOR...

THE TRAGIC STORY OF AGNES LENZ...

She let out a soft gasp as one article caught her attention. Clicking around, she read.

...

LENZ FAMILY MURDERED by Axel Waters, Investigative Journalist

Oftentimes, people are tested by life. Challenges are thrown their way as a means to help them grow as people, be it for better or for worse. In the case of one Bill Lenz aka The Christmas Killer, a case could certainly be made for worse. On Christmas morning, Lenz was found by police in his home, covered in blood, and holding his baby sister Agnes Lenz. Upon his arrest, Lenz pleaded with the police to not take his sister and fought so viciously he had to be restrained to be put in the car. The state of the home, dear readers, was quite horrific.

As far as I could tell, Lenz had stabbed both his mother and stepfather in the neck with sharpened candy canes. While he'd burnt half of his stepfather's face on the stove, he'd beaten his mother with an iron pan. The cause of death for both, however, was loss of blood after their arteries were stabbed.

Lenz is said to be institutionalized in Harmony Heights Hospital whilst Agnes is placed into foster care for the time being. While the date for Lenz's trial is not yet in place, I suspect the seventeen-year-old will be tried as an adult for these grisly murders.

...

Jess sat back in her chair as she let the words roll over her. Her body thrummed with nerves and fear as she tried to process what she'd read. He was a killer? He'd killed his family?! She checked the date of the article. This was from four years ago? Blinking rapidly, she fought back horrified tears as she looked for something more recent. Anything to give her some kind of explanation. An article from a year ago caught her attention.

...

A DARK CHRISTMAS INDEED By Marilyn Lowell, Journalist

On a dark Christmas morning exactly three years ago, a young Bill Lenz was arrested for murder. Or so we thought. After a difficult trial two years ago, Lenz was found innocent and was not charged with any crime.

How could this be?

Evidence found by police shows that Lenz had been gruesomely neglected. While it had been impossible to pull any kind of information out of the traumatized young man, Officers Rowan Pierce and Jacob Fowling were able to get statements out of him.

"He was screaming like nobody's business," Pierce said of Lenz. "All he kept asking was where was [Agnes], where's my sister, all that..."

Agnes Lenz, tragically, was separated from Lenz and put into foster care and it's been equally impossible to try and find her. If my math is correct, she'd be around eight years old now. I can only hope that the events of that night didn't traumatize her as bad as her brother.

Bill Lenz, now twenty, is said to be released from Harmony Heights this upcoming week. Here's a statement about Lenz, from Dr. Steven Fell:

"He's been through a lot. People often overlook the results of a deep abuse like that. When he came to me, he was practically emaciated and you couldn't even get within five feet of him without him freezing up... It was horrible... It just goes to show that anyone is capable of doing anything to get himself out of a horrible situation."

While the Lenz children were scorned when the crime was first made public, opinion has swayed after proof of abuse and neglect from the parents became recognized. I send my condolences to the two children and wish all my readers a happy holidays.

...

Jess let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Quick skims through other articles revealed more and more horrific details. Some reports were trashy, saying that Billy had eaten his parents' cooked flesh or that Agnes was both his sister and daughter. Clearly just written to get attention and, in actuality, never happened. But Jess got a good general idea of what happened. Billy had killed his abusive mom and stepfather. He'd apparently been locked in an attic most of his life and was severely neglected in favor of his kid sister Agnes. And, after years and years of this, he'd snapped and killed them both.

Reading through it, Jess found it harder and harder to be angry about him killing them. It was practically self-defense.

While Agnes was difficult for reporters to find, Jess was no reporter. She was a studying psychologist and she knew there were answers that only the young girl would have. If she could find her, she might be able to help Billy somehow.

Opening a new tab, Jess hovered over the keys. But, instead of Agnes' name, she typed in another. Dr. Steven Fell.

Call it a hunch, but she had a feeling he may know where Agnes went.

Hot water ran down Billy's neck as he hung his head in front of the shower head, staring at his feet. The water turned murky brown as it met his skin but, with time, had begun to run clear again. He lifted his hand to chew anxiously on his knuckles and whimpered, mind racing.

These girls were treating him weird. Letting him bathe, feeding him... It was so much different to how mother had treated him.

Mother. Upstairs. The girl he'd hurt and left in the attic last night. Billy shivered despite the hot water and wrapped his arms over his chest. That's right. As soon as the girls learnt what he'd done, he'd be in trouble. Bad Billy, his mother scolded him in his mind, naughty, stupid Billy!

Billy got cleaned up quickly, pulling on the clean clothes and staring at himself in the mirror. Brown hair hung in uneven lengths, water sogged down his curls. When it dried, it'd be the normal, tangled mess it always was, just an inch shy of his shoulders. His skin was clean though it was easy to see how gaunt he was from malnutrition. Tall, gangly, with unnaturally wide, unblinking eyes.

He tore his eyes away from his reflection with a hiss. The old worn band t-shirt and sweatpants didn't suit him at all but were better than nothing.

Quietly, he padded his way out of the bathroom and peered out into the hallway. It was too early for any of the other sorority girls to be awake except Jess. He tiptoed to the edge of her door and peered in.

Morning light filled the girl's room as she tapped away at her keyboard, scribbling things down on a nearby index card with a pen. She seemed focused on what she was doing. Which was exactly what Billy needed.

He crept silently to the attic and opened the little door. Days spent hiding in the attic gave him time to perfect moving silently throughout the house so Billy could slip up into the little space without Jess hearing.

The morning light struggled to fill the dusty little space, peeking where it could through the fogged and cracked windows.

Still asleep in the rocking chair was the girl Billy had bound and hurt last night. Standing in front of her now - seeing her in the light - he scratched at his wrists as he stared at her. She didn't look broken. Maybe cracked, but not broken.

Gently, Billy lifted her up into his arms and relaxed when she didn't stir. Carrying her down wasn't any more difficult than carrying her up so he brought her back to the room he'd found her in.

He took in the decor, giggling to himself at the photos of naked women performing witchcraft on her walls. Billy lay her gently down on the floor, mumbling to himself. She fell. Yes. She was hit in the head and she fell but she was okay.

So, he made a quick escape. She'd wake up and Billy wouldn't be in any trouble. No one would know.

The morning went smoothly. Barb had woken up and begun making breakfast with Phyll. Peter was watching sports on the television when Billy and Jess came downstairs. As soon as Peter spotted them, he was standing in alarm. "There you are!" He rushed over to Jess, all but shoving Billy away from her. "Did he hurt you? What happened? Where did you go?"

"Relax," Jess sighed, pushing Peter's hands away from her. She hated feeling coddled. "I was doing some last-minute research for a school project and Billy was showering."

Peter looked at Billy, scrutinizing him. "Why's he in my clothes?"

Jess laughed as she pushed past Peter and towards the kitchen. "Because my dresses won't fit him."

Billy followed her like a needy puppy, sad whimpering to match.

Soft music filled the tiny kitchen as Barb worked. For as troublesome as she could be sometimes, no one made pancakes better than Barbara Coard. Phyll was sat at the table with a mug of coffee and a tired smile. "Mornin' Jess." She sighed as she took a drink. "Mornin' Billy." She said, albeit nervously.

Jess pressed a fond kiss to the top of her head before noting the music. "Don't you want me, baby?" She hummed along with the song. "Don't you want me? Oh!" She took Phyll's hand, barely giving her time to set her drink down, before the two were dancing together in the kitchen. Phyll squealed as she slid in her socks. The two girls held hands as they just swung each other around.

"Careful! Crazy kids." Barb teased, leaning against the counter as she watched. When she noticed Billy standing there and staring, she took measures into her own hands. "C'mere, freak." Was the only warning Billy got before Barb took his hands and dragged him into the fray.

Alarmed, Jess opened her mouth to protest but Billy let out a sound that was somewhere between a scream and a laugh. Barb laughed and they held hands and spun. Neither of them were really dancing but they had fun. Barb spun Billy over his head as best she could and Billy did the same for her. The manic smile on his face was contagious and, soon, the four of them were laughing and dancing poorly as the music played.

When the song ended, they were all out of breath. Barb grabbed Billy's head between her heads and tilted him down so she could kiss the top of his head. "Thanks for the dance, crazy." She teased with a ruffle of his damp hair.

Billy meowed - honest to god meowed - and escaped to sit at the kitchen table. Phyll joined him while Jess helped Barb cook breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, eggs over-easy, and sausage.

Their impromptu guest refused the bacon and sausage with a polite shake of his head. Peter had snorted, making a comment under his breath that real men ate red meat and earned a smack from Barb.

Jess smiled to herself as she took a bite of fluffy pancakes. Seemed like Billy was growing on everyone.

"I'll only be a few hours." Jess said as she pulled her mittens on. Billy, Barb, and Phyll were quietly playing Candyland together in front of the warm fire but Peter was frantically trying to keep Jess from leaving the house. The morning had made for a quiet afternoon and gave the chance for the three girls to bond more with Billy. Peter, of course, raised his hackles whenever Jess and Billy so much as looked at each other but the girl was so fed up she didn't even care.

She'd spoken briefly on the phone earlier with Dr. Steven Fell - Billy's previous psychiatrist. When she expressed an interest in the case for her studies, he'd been willing to cooperate. She knew where Agnes was and wanted to go meet her. Of course, she hadn't told anyone else this.

"Jess, c'mon, don't do this." Peter begged.

"I'm going shopping, I don't need to be babysat." Jess huffed, pulling her winter hat on. "Barb, Phyll, you two good to stay with Billy alone?" She called to the two girls.

Barb laughed. "Yeah, so long as he keeps kicking Phyll's ass at Candyland." Phyll stuck her tongue out and Billy let out a bark of laughter. He snorted when he laughed, Jess had learnt.

So, she gave a soft wave to Billy and left. Peter's fake sobs were ignored as she went to her car and got inside. Thank god the lock didn't freeze or Peter might've dragged her bodily back into the house. He'd gotten it in his head she was leaving to have an abortion - and truthfully she was considering it - so she was happy to let him think she was.

Served him right for not respecting her bodily autonomy.

The little foster home Agnes was staying at was in the next city and would be at least an hour away. According to the doctor, Agnes had visited Billy a grand total of twice when he was staying at the hospital. The two didn't really talk much but Agnes didn't seem to hate him. She was nine years old now and barely remembered Billy or the traumatic night when he'd killed their parents.

Jess wasn't sure what she was hoping to get out of this. If Agnes would even speak with her, even if her guardians let her. Apparently, they'd been holding back reporters ever since the case went public.

She only hoped they'd be willing to hear her if she mentioned Billy's doctor.

When she pulled into the front of the little foster home, she let out a sigh. The tiny building was a brick house, decorated to the nines in white Christmas lights. Lights were on inside so someone was certainly home.

Jess approached the house slowly, examining the little bootprints in the snow. Kids had certainly been running about in the fresh snow recently. A pang went through Jess's heart and she let out a sigh, watching her breath cloud up in the cold air.

It wasn't like she never wanted a kid ever. Of course she did! But right now wasn't a good time. How Peter couldn't even respect that was...

She took in a slow breath and knocked on the little white door. A pretty wreath of greens and reds hung on the door, circling the peephole. The sound of kids playing inside made her smile.

A little girl answered the door. She was tiny, holding a little bear to her chest and sucking her thumb. No way she was older than five. But before Jess could even get a word out, an older girl appeared from around the corner. "Nora! What are you doing? Mama said you're not allowed to just open the door to strangers!"

The older girl shooed the younger one away from the door before eyeing Jess warily. "What do you want?"

Jess felt her eyes widen. The young girl looked clean, face full and healthy, but there was no doubt who she was. The little girl with wild, dark brown curls that fell past her shoulders, dressed in a soft white blouse and navy blue skirt, who was staring Jess down with caution in her piercing green eyes...

...was Agnes Lenz.

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