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Jeepers Creepers: Unexpected Turn of Events Chapter 7

JEZELLE GAY HARTMAN

" Would you tell Dad to stop shouting, please?

Trisha asks her mother over the phone before listening as her mother continues to endlessly pry how they are.

"Mom, it's fine, really-"

"No, it is not! You were being chased down by some bum fuck psychopath and you're saying that it's fine???"

Trish holds the phone away from her ear, not wanting to get another earful from her father. On the other end, Mrs. Jenner shushes her husband before speaking to her daughter in a calmer tone.

"What your father is trying to say is, we're just worried and don't even worry about transportation. We'll be over as soon as we can"

Trish thanks her mother before continuing to explain to them where they all are. Meanwhile, Darry and Corbin were leaning against the wall the payphone is on, Trish's conversation becoming white noise to them. Darry looks with a raised eyebrow at Corbin eating a peach she had on her. She looks back at Darry with an inquisitive look as she swallows another bite.

"I thought you're carnivorous or something like that."

The disguised blonde takes another bite of her fruit snack, shrugging at her friend.

"I enjoy the taste even if it really does nothing for my body, kinda like how much you like those cheeto puffs."

Taking one last bite, Corbin walks over to a trashcan to toss the peach's pit away, licking at the stray juices in her fingers, before heading to a bathroom. Darry's eyes fall onto a corkboard that's practically had missing posters completely covering everything on the board. Corbin exits the bathroom just as Darry walks up to the board. Darry observes, upon closer inspection, that under the more recent missing persons posters were ones that dated back to entire decades including the 50s. Corbin frown beside Darry at the sight of some of these posters including children as young as 10 years old. She looks to her friend, her emerald-colored orbs looking into his chocolate brown eyes that look at her in a silent pleading question and then back at the corkboard, which may as well served as obituaries for all those poor lost souls.

"I try to go after those who won't be missed."

Darry is just barely able to swallow, what he thinks, is his own bile before staring back at the wall. Corbin reaches out a hand towards Darry before dropping, deciding to keep her hand to herself and head low. Darry looks up at his dear friend, sensing her own discomfort and maybe even guilt. Slowly, he raises up a hand and places it on Corbin's mustard-colored shoulder. The barest form of a smile appears on her face.

"I'll talk to you in a few hours."

Trish finalizes as she then hangs up the phone, and walks next to where her brother is standing. Trish bites the inside of her cheek, having a strong feeling about how each of those people ended up having their faces posted on the board. The eldest Jenner sibling slaps a hand on her brother's back.

" Dad,"

Trisha starts in an amused tone to which Darry answers.

" Thought I wrecked the car?"

Darry gives a dry chuckle.

"For once no, it's more of Corbin. I may have changed a few details a bit"

Trisha then warily glances back to see Corbin giving her a displeased frown but doesn't protest.

" Either way, She's trailer trash."

Darry gives a snort before replying.

"Pig fucker,"

"Booger eater."

Corbin looks up from picking at her nails at the sound and scent of someone else entering through the front. Immediately, from her facial expression alone, Corbin could tell the elderly woman bearing bad news.

"Trisha?"

The siblings stop their banter as they look up to the source of the voice, instantly recognizing her as the woman on the phone from earlier. She's an African American with curly light brown hair and age lines with wrinkles decorating her face.

"Trisha, Darry, and Corbin right?"

The Jenner siblings look away from the board, both having distrust and confusion written on their faces at the woman who knew all their names, apparently. Corbin walks in front of them both with her arms crossed over her chest and her chest squared as if she were a club bouncer. She narrows her eyes at the woman as she walks up to all of them. The police officer at the front desk glances up from his paperwork before he leans out from his desk to address the woman.

"Jez, what are you doing here?"

"Jez" continues walking on by him. The sergeant lets out an irritated groan and slams his pen down on the table in frustration before shouting.

"Excuse me, Jezelle?"

Sergeant Tubbs, a man just entering his 40's with a noticeable gut, shouts but is once again ignored by Jezelle, who stops in front of the trio. She doesn't mind Corbin's warning glare too much, although she can't stop the feeling of the hairs on the back of her neck rising. She didn't exactly make direct eye contact, but she didn't need to in order to feel those piercing eyes trying to pick her apart.

"Darry, Darry Jenner,"

Jezelle then holds out a hand towards the young man.

"Jezelle Gay Hartman, how do you do?"

Jezelle tries to shake Darry's hand, but he doesn't take the offer. Sergeant Tubbs comes up behind Jezelle, grabbing her arm in an effort to usher her away from the group

" Come on, they've been through a lot."

" Trisha,"

Jezelle starts, desperate for the Jenner siblings to listen only to be interrupted by Tubbs once more as he insistently tries dragging her away.

"Godammit Jez!"

"I really need to talk to you, if you could just spare me a minute."

Tubbs gives up on dragging the woman away, seeing as Jezelle isn't going to budge anytime soon. He figures he may as well ease the frightened young adults by giving them an idea of who she is.

" Jezelle here likes to think she's the resident psychic here. She helped us on a missing person-"

"Could I just talk to these kids by myself!"

Jezelle shouts over the ringing of one of the phones, throwing her hands in the air. Tubbs points his index finger at Jezelle as he also shouts.

" You go home, turn off that police scanner and go to bed!"

Jezelle only was raising her hands up to usher Tubbs away as he walks back to his desk to answer the ringing phone.

"You got missing persons and a fire in the next County, go do something useful!"

Sergeant Tubbs turns around briefly, pointing back at Jezelle even though her back is turned to him.

"I mean it, now, leave them alone! "

He finalizes before going back to his workstation to continue with tonight's hectic report. Jezelle then continues to address the trio, subconsciously taking a step back when Corbin leans slightly forward.

"You don't have to believe I'm psychic. You don't have to believe a word I say, but I've come a very long way to see you."

Trish and Darry both shared similar expressions of skeptism towards Jezelle.

'F*ck this bullshit.'

Trish thinks to herself before turning to her brother to hold him by the arm to start walking away from the supposedly psycic woman

"You know, I'm not sure we should be talking to anybody right now."

Trish starts off.

"I'm not sure we should be talking to anybody right now."

Trish and Darry start to walk away, stopping when Jezelle speaks once again, her tone grim and frightened as if she wishes she doesn't see all she does. Upon closer inspection, Corbin notices the bags forming under Jezelle's eyes, no doubt from sleepless nights from the visions that plague her in her sleep. Yet, unable to forget them in the waking world as the images are seared into her mind.

"You found all those bodies, down in that cellar. I saw them too."

Darry stares back in bewilderment, his attention now fully captured by Jezelle.

"How?-"

"Because she dreams of it. "

Corbin then turns her head from Darry's direction to look back at the psychic, recognition written all over her face. The blonde's able to sense the slight surprise from Jezelle over the underlying horror swirling around within her.

"You dream of a lot of things don't you, human who sees beyond?"

Jezelle flinches when seeing those green eyes flash into an intense amber color. Nonetheless, even if both women already knew the answer, Jezelle nods her head in confirmation and then turns her attention back on the siblings.

"Have you seen the cats yet? I saw you with all those cats too."

Darry and Trish look at each other in shock and the realization that everything the woman said would happen, has been proven to be true thus far. Darry looks at Jezelle, with wide terrified brown eyes as he points a shaky finger at her.

"The Diner, you're the one who called us."

Trish swallows the large lump in her throat that made it difficult to breathe, but the older sister hardly notices. Not when her brain is scrambling from the warnings and information implies. She didn't want to believe it, no, she wants to deny it. A part of her felt the urge to grab the woman around the throat and demand that Jezelle stops with all these cryptic warnings and to the hell get away from her brother! Trish clears her mind of all of this, opting to walk around Corbin and gently put her hands on Jezelle's shoulders

"Will you excuse me for a second?"

She then turns back to her brother.

"Darry I need to talk to-"

Jezelle already frustrated as she is that no one will listen pushes Trish out of the way to grab Darry by the shoulders to maneuver him to sit down on a nearby bench.

"I need you to listen and not talk."

Jezelle deliberately avoids making eye contact with the disguised blonde when she hears a barely audible growl.

"Truth be, I'd be lying if I said telling you this would do you any good."

The psychic woman solemnly warns them, the metaphorical weight of the bad news she carries somehow appearing to increase to the group.

"Any good? What does that mean?"

Trish questions in an almost inaudible tone with her gaze fully on the older woman, with her ears open to take in every word she had to say. Corbin's own attention fixates on elderly humans, fully aware as well that each word is to be listened to and heeded. With all these gazes on her, Jezelle takes a moment to take a breath before exhaling.

"Every 23rd Spring, for 23 days it gets to... eat."

Nothing is said for a long period of time. Darry had his suspicions, hell he saw what that thing did to that severed head! Yet he couldn't blame it all on hallucinations or trick of the eye, not with the final nail in the coffin being confirmed.

"Eat?"

That is all the youngest brother could utter in shock. Noticing this state, Corbin reaches out a gentle hand to rub into his back in an attempt to soothe him which did only so much for the poor man.

" You know that it eats the same thing as Corbin and don't make me tell you!"

Jezelle's breathing starts picking up as her brow creases deeper.

"You think I like having this in my head? Well, I don't."

Biting the inside of her cheek, the psychic woman then continues in distress.

"I don't like knowing this and not knowing why I do."

Corbin's stomach gives a loud growl in response to her picking up Jezelle's fear that settles thickly into the air. She raises her head up slightly as drool starts to pool in her mouth at the sweet delectable meal sitting in front of her. Corbin licks her lips as she makes direct eye contact with the psychic's own brown eyes; another flash of those cat-like eyes makes Jezelle scoot as far as she can from the hungry beast in front of her. Jezelle shuts her eyes tightly as she picks up the mental words whisper into her mind, unable to block them out. The voice being femine and smooth, easily coiling around her head with no trouble besides a pinprick of pain.

'Mmhhhh... Lungs, eyes, stomach... all so warm and tasssty...'

Corbin feels her muscle tensing in a familiar way as the hunger in her starts to grow louder in volume; however, she stops herself when catching sight of Trish's terror-stricken face. The blonde bites her lower lip as she pushes down the primal voice to the back of her mind. She then crosses her arms over her chest to also dig her nails into her arms.

However, Darry doesn't appear to notice the exchange between Corbin and Jezelle as his mind blanked out briefly from the realization hammered into his mind.

"You said it eats?"

If it were possible, the grim expression on the psychic woman's face turns even grimmer.

"Only certain things, from certain people."

Jezelle elaborates, wincing to herself at the image of its gnarled claws covered in blood that glowed black in the moonlight appearing in her mind's eye. Trish once again, still in denial about any of the woman's warnings, reaches out to her brother again.

"Just get away from her."

Jezelle puts out an arm to block Trish before she shouts

"It eats lungs to breathe!"

Dark and cold the cavernous room was, the candlelights only making the shadows dance mischievously against the walls. They seem to dance in twisted glee at the inhuman figure pulling out a bloodied organ with a carving knife and its claws.

The older woman tries to think of her dog, her niece, anything else as the vision of brown human eyes stared back at her from a beastly face. Fortunately, Corbin spares her from giving the next detail.

"Eyes so it can see; legs, so it can walk; tongues, so it can taste; ears, so it can hear your screams."

Corbin finishes for Jezelle, who nods vigorously in agreement even with tears threatening to spill out. The disguised blonde didn't miss the horror-stricken expressions of both siblings at the details she just divulged. Taking another breath and heavily exhaling, Jezelle picks up for Corbin.

"It all becomes a part of it. Whatever it eats, becomes a part of it. It dresses like a man, only to hide that it's not. You hurt it out there on the road, but only as much as it can be hurt. 'Cause, it can keep eating, till it hurts no more."

Unknown to either of them, a familiar figure pulls up behind the station in his worn-looking truck. The creature from earlier carefully climbs out of the driver's seat and onto the ground, not wanting his already heavily damaged to collapse from a simple impact. The creature takes a moment to look up at the building, its expression mostly shadowed by his wide brim hat but leaving its mouth visible in the low light. He licks his chops at the thought of the feast waiting within the walls before it starts dragging himself on his good foot, to the building; more specifically, towards where the junction box is.

After Jezelle pauses to gather her wits, gripping at her knees, she continues her dreadful warning. She forces herself to look at each of them in the face before continuing.

"You've got something it likes, one of you, and it's not gonna stop chasing you until it knows which one."

Jezelle then makes herself look at Corbin in the eyes, which noticeably has softened out of concern for her charge. A whole plethora of emotions run through the psychic woman; her fear subsiding enough to give way to pity, sorrow, and hesitation. Completely unaware of the blonde picking up each color of emotion and her barely audible thoughts from over the others.

'She has to already know that he wants her... Could she do it if the time comes?'

Jezelle is brought out of her ponderings when Darry piques up.

" How?"

Darry refuses to be left in the dark about what's going on. In his mind, if it's imperative for his survival, he has the right to know!

"Never mind how."

Trish tries to convince her brother, but he shakes his head in response.

"How does it find out, by running people off the road?"

Before Jezelle could say anything, Corbin explains.

"He needs to scare you. There's just something in fear that attracts us to a particular person, in order to find something inside someone, that we might,"

"Like."

Jezelle finishes for her, her tone barely above a whisper. Darry frantically looks towards both Corbin and back to Jezelle. As he spoke, he's unable to stop his voice from trembling, making him almost stumble over some of his words.

"Y-you're telling us this thing is out driving down the highway, trying to f-freak people out, so it can smell them?"

Trish finally lets out her frustration boil over.

"Christ Darry! Why are we still standing with her?"

The power then goes out, stopping Trish from going on a full tirade. Dread simultaneously crawls up the small group's spine.

"Hello?"

Sergeant Tubbs puts the phone to his ear, hearing no answer not even the familiar sound of the receiver. He hangs up the line in frustration before shouting.

"We got lights and phones out up here!"

When he gets no answer, the Sergeant demands somebody to talk to him. The trio and Jezelle look up to the ceiling, despite the lack of lighting as if expecting to catch a glimpse of the monster slithering from the shadows.

"I-it's gone, we ran it over till there was nothing left. "

Darry whispers in disbelief. How can this be? No regular guy could survive such injuries! However, a little voice in the back of Darry's head mockingly whispers that he already knows. Corbin gathers the Jenner siblings near her when Sergeant Tubbs announced the station going into lockdown after the emergency lights were activated. She knew that no matter what the police do, it won't stop him.

"We pounded it to dust. We watched Corbin f*cking tear it up."

Darry doesn't dare raise his voice, a part of him knowing that doing so could give him away to the creature. Corbin follows them as they slowly walk under one of the lights with Jezelle walking in front of them all.

"I think it's eaten too many hearts for its own to ever stop."

Jezelle breathes into the dead silence, leaving them all with heavy dread about whatever fate awaits them.

...

Jezelle maybe had a point about the hearts keeping the Creeper going, however, she failed to mention how his own determination and hunger pushes him to drag his meat suit to the next suitable meal. Which is how he found himself walking down the hall of the County jail, his left arm flapping uselessly by his side. One inmate made the mistake of reaching his hand through the bars, trying to catch the mysterious figure's attention. He pays an arm and leg for this lack of judgment, leading the Creeper to tear off his tattered clothing to force open the bars to get to the rest of his meal. Fear heavily fills the air as the inmate's fellow criminals could do nothing but watch in paralyzing horror as the Creeper tears into the poor soul, who's unable to scream after his jaw was torn off.

The Creeper digs into the carcass with more force than required, taking out his frustrations with his chosen prey causing a delay and Corbin's relentless defiance with each bite of flesh. He doesn't even mind the growing puddle of blood growing below him as his mind turns to his main focus as of now.

'While it always makes it interesting for prey to fight back so they may break even more when realizing the futility of it all, it doesn't make getting run over any less aggravating. I still don't know which of those meats have what I'm looking for, but it's one of them for sure.'

Still, the Creeper knew the real reason for his anger and that person is someone whose face he hasn't even fully seen in all its glory. He won't deny the skills or prowess she displayed enraptured him like nothing before; proving to possess both great strength and level-headed even as passionate as she became during their fight. She would make a fine and strong mate as well as a fierce mother to their offspring. Unfortunately, Corbin ( as he has learned to be her name) seems to be delusional or out of her mind for daring to interfere in hunting those two humans! He hates when the hunt doesn't go according to plan! He just has half the mind to kill her just to relieve himself of this anger, however, the more logical side of him argues doing so would be an unnecessary waste.

'It's not as if you'll have another opportunity with or without the cycle. Carpe Diem, as humans say but she'll only get one last offer, otherwise...'

The Creeper's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of one of the policeman's footsteps approaching the cell he's feasting in. However, the Creeper felt no panic or fear rather, he feels a twisted sense of glee as his limbs stat to repair himself and his wounds close up. He finishes up swallowing his late few bites before rising from his crouched position. A malicious smile makes its way to the creature's expression, which only the other inmates can see.

'Nothing wrong with grabbing a few more quick bites.'

The Creeper barely flinches as a couple of rounds are shot into his person, not when the problem is solved easily when he pounces at the officer. The delicious scent of mouth-watering fear leaving him to eat in more of a feeding frenzy than the last one.

...

Back at the front of the station, Tubbs answers his radio to receive a call from the County jail.

"Hello?"

The only thing to answer him is blood-curdling screams and wet hard thumps, that sounded like a watermelon being hit with a mallet before it cuts to static. Tubbs may not have worked in homicide for over a little 20 years, but he still knows a death scream when he hears one. He gets up from his desk to rub behind the trio.

"Okay, you three, you kids wanna come with me? We're putting you in a holding room, down the hall."

Sergeant Tubbs doesn't notice how Corbin's claws grew longer and darker as he attempts to herd them to one of the said rooms. Yet, Jezelle stops the Sergeant from moving any further, waving her hands in front of the group.

" You can't do that! He finds you in there! He finds you, hiding in a room!"

Tubbs ignores her insistent warning and gestures to Jezelle with two fingers.

"You too."

Instead of obeying the officers, she sings the lyrics from the songs she and the group heard way back at the diner.

"Jeepers Creepers, where'd you get those peepers?"

Darry shakes his head in response to the lyrics.

"We heard it in the car hours ago."

The knot forming in his stomach only tightens further at what the psychic is implying.

"No! It's playing on an old phonograph."

Before Jezelle could explain any further, Tubbs speaks over her once again as he addresses one of his fellow officers.

"Escort Jezelle here to the big blue Winnebago she's, no doubt, blocking the driveway with."

"Jeepers Creepers, where'd you get those eyes?"

Jezelle reiterates once more, her eyes pleading desperately for the siblings to truly listen to her. However, Tubbs fails to recognize her legitimate urgency as he responds with vexation clear in his voice.

"I swear, I will lock you up, Jez."

One of the officers pulls out their cuffs from their belt to use on Jezelle, who she only shakes off as she hurriedly tries to finish her sentence.

" I hear it playing, while one of you is screaming! Screaming down in the dark somewhere, screaming the last scream, you'll ever scream!"

"Once stop li lounye a! You're scaring them!"

Corbin shouts at the psychic, inadvertently letting her fangs show to which Jezelle visibly flinches at. Trish doesn't pay the creole or her friend's fangs any mind, as she asks her own inquiry.

"What are you exactly doing here?"

Trisha demands with her voice slightly trembling near the end of her sentence. Jezelle notices how the younger woman's own brown eyes seem to water up while screaming out her fright. Jezelle doesn't get a chance to answer when one of the officer's walkie talkie buzzes to life.

"Up top?! Anybody on ground level? We have an 11-99, repeat, we have an 11-99!"

Corbin recognizes the code from countless encounters with the police to know that it means this is an extreme emergency. Tubbs takes the walkie talkie from one of the officer's possession to answer.

"This is Tubbs, go ahead."

"We got a situation down here, Sarge!"

The man screams over the line, clearly scared out of his wits.

"It's headed toward you, up the rear stairs. You copy? Coming up the rear stairwell."

At the same time, a whole group of policemen thunder hurry down the stairs, clearly to act as the requested backup. The small group takes notice of this and watches as they all flooded the halls to run past them. Tubbs hands his coworker's walkie talkie back to reach for his own.

"Stay here."

Tubbs instructs them before running to the rear stairwell with the rest of his coworkers. At the same time, the fire alarm blares throughout the building. Jezelle, unsurprisingly, immediately disobeys instructions to walk ahead of the trio.

"I'm gonna get you here. "

Jez looks back, finding neither of the trio moved an inch. Letting her own frustration pour into her tone, she gestures to the trio to follow.

" Come on I said!"

The Jenner siblings look towards Corbin, who, after a slight hesitation, nods in response, giving them the all-clear to follow the psychic. They run with her past the other policemen running in the opposite direction of the darkened halls. Corbin made sure to have both hands on the backs of both Darry and Trish to assure herself there'd be no stragglers.

She's able to feel both siblings flinch at each gunshot that rings out across the entire building. She already knows from personal experience that bullets are more like mosquitos than anything for her, by that logic, which she secretly prays she's wrong about, no matter how much ammo all those men and women use, they won't do jack sh*t against the male. Corbin bites her tongue at the spike of fear coming from all three of the humans with her.

'No, no, no! Worry about it later!'

They all stop at a lit exit, jumping in shock at the chorus of gunfire coming from the other side of the building. Wasting no time, both Darry and Trish start banging against the locked metal double doors to no avail.

"This is your way out?!"

Darry shouts at Jezelle before going back to slamming his hands futilely against the doors.

"These must lock automatically if the power's out!"

Corbin moves Darry out of the way before she backs up a few feet and slams her shoulder against the door, creating a dent. A small one, but a noticeable dent nonetheless. She ignores the bolt of pain that came from her abdomen and continues to repeat the process. Darry's eyes widen at the sight of his Bannon sweatshirt darkening around Corbin's injuries including her shoulder and stomach with, what he now knows to be, her blood. Before Corbin could try a fifth attempt, Darry grabs Corbin by her arm. She's about to tug it away when she caught sight of Darry's concerned expression. She tries tugging her arm away, but Darry vigorously shakes his head in response, gripping on to Corbin tightly even though he's fully aware she can break his grip if she so wishes. Reluctantly, the disguised blonde gives in, lest her own frustration get the best of her.

While both Corbin and Darry were attempting to open the two doors, Trish turns to Jezelle with her face contorted in fear and anger.

" You didn't know that?"

" I don't dream of everything!"

Jezelle shouts, barely covering up her agitation which is mostly covered by her extreme anxiety.

"This isn't everything! This is our way out!"

Trish shouts into the woman's face. The older woman fidgets with her hands as she almost stumbles over her words to explain.

" It's not like watching a movie, honey! T-there are parts missing sometimes!"

Everyone stops what they were doing, the entire building eerily quiet, too quite. They couldn't hear anymore gunshots or shouting. Trish's mind automatically jumps to the conclusion that the thing killed and ate everyone; she quickly mentally swats the thought away like an annoying gnat as she knew she couldn't focus too much on that right now. Corbin's ears strain, picking up something the other humans with her couldn't here. It starts off as a tip tap with the occasional scrapping noise, Corbin clenches her jaw at the familiar sound of claws.

" We have to get out of here, now."

Corbin whispers, subconsciously crouching down in a defensive stance as she searches for any sight of those scales with concentrated green eyes. Trish and Darry, instead, work to pound the door open, hoping to use the dents their friend caused to gain leverage.

" The only way out is, the front door."

Trish huffs in frustration at the psychic woman. Abandoning the double doors, she walks up to the woman to let out her pent-up aggravation.

" The front door is out! Why don't you predict something useful?"

It seems, Jezelle shares the same sentiment, clawing up her hands to bellow out.

" I thought if you knew what I saw, maybe you could change it! Why the hell do you think I'm here?"

Darry also gave up on opening the metal doors, opting to lean against the doors with both index fingers to his temples. His eyes widening as the realization strikes him as a bolt of lightning would in a storm.

"You know,"

All the women glance over at these uttered words.

"Don't you? You knew when it walked in."

Jezelle doesn't answer, pressing her plump lips together in a tight line as she shuts her eyes tightly. Darry gets up from against the door to slowly approach Jezelle, pointing an accusing finger at the older woman.

"You know who it wants. You know what it wants."

Jezelle catches both Trish's and Corbin gaze, knowing they both share the same question on their mind. Licking her lips, the psychic nods in answer.

"I dreamed this."

Darry's now only a foot away from the woman, making her back up against a nearby wall, whispering in an almost demanding tone.

"Then you know what's gonna happen."

Jezelle's brows knit deeply on her face as she reveals to the college student what she dreamed of, praying to the Holy Father that this fate can somehow be avoided.

"You will run up the stairs and hide, but I don't know what happens to me."

Darry abruptly grabs the poor woman by the arms to start shaking her.

"Jeepers Creepers. Jeepers Creepers, right?"

Darry doesn't wait for an answer before continuing by now, breathing heavily from the marathon his heart is running.

"Who? Who hears Jeepers Creepers while screaming in the dark?"

Instead of giving a direct answer, Jezelle turns her head to Trish. Trish, Corbin, and Darry all concurrently feel their hearts seize at the implication. Take in another breath, Darry puts both of his hands on either side of Jezelle's face. The woman in question, now letting all the tears she was holding in, come flooding out.

"Are they ever wrong?"

Jezelle doesn't answer immediately. Being as hard headed as she is, even now Trish tries to deny what she's hearing.

" I don't believe you."

Yet, Trish did believe. Considering the monsters and the fact that everything the woman predicted so far came true, presents pretty strong evidence. Not to mention, the fact that Corbin doesn't rebuke any of this is also a good indicator of how screwed they all are.

"You don't understand."

Jezelle sniffles as she shakes her head, but Darry pays this no mind, opting to repeat his earlier action.

" Your dreams, are they ever wrong?"

Trish whispers loud enough for all to here.

"You go to hell. Same for you, Corbin."

Corbin flinches at the hard glare her friend gives her as utters those words. The words cutting deeper into her than an ax, even as she tries reasoning to herself that Trish is just scared. Yet, the more pessimistic side of the disguised blonde argues it's likely that after this is all over, Trish isn't going to want to ever hear from her again.

'I mean, it wouldn't be the first time this happened.'

Corbin's heart begins to twist at that thought, as if someone took a dagger and twisted into her person again.

Why did she think this place would be any different? It's all the same, as long as they distance themselves from those they deem monsters far enough from human, even if it's an innocent girl! Oh God! None are spared from the rope! No, please, she's just a child! Blood, Blood everywhere, on her skirts, her claws, it even stains the stones into a permanent red color... Your fault! Your fault! Your fault!

'Ferme ta gueule!!!'

She roars to herself mentally before forcing herself to focus on the present moment, as sh*tty as it may be. The present moment including Trish vilifying the only other person who knows what's going on.

"She doesn't know shit."

Corbin growls lowly within her chest, having up to here with Trish's connerie. Trish feels her stomach drop when the blonde speaks.

"Patricia..."

Whatever she was about to say doesn't matter, as everyone utters a sound of surprise and fright when the creature chasing after them for so long pops from around the corner.

" Get upstairs, now!"

Jezelle hollers to the trio, Darry and Trish immediately complying. Corbin, however, takes the moment to whisper into the psychic woman's ear.

"You'll be fine."

The blonde turns to then swiftly catch up with the Jenner siblings before Jezelle could fully let her last words sink in. Understandable, given she's left to face the monster on her own as it rapidly climbs towards her direction on the wall, the emergency lights giving the elderly woman a clear view of its horrid face. Left with no other options, Jezelle gets on her knees to bow her head and clasp her hands together.

"Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed by Thy,"

The psychic looks up when the sound of claws scraping against the wall cease.

'Where in the?'

Bewildered, Jezelle's eyes quickly scan the area in front of her for any place the Creeper could've hidden. She doesn't have to wonder long when his clawed hand grabs her head and pulls it back in an inescapable grip. Jezelle couldn't do anything as she's left completely at the mercy of the beast from all her visions, who breathe her scent in deeply with a couple of huffs. The psychic lets out utterances of fright, closing her eyes tightly as she tries to mentally prep herself for its fangs to dig into her tender flesh.

It never came, however. No, instead, Jezelle hears a deep raspy voice within her mind. The voice being masculine and causing, something like a nail, to strike to her frontal lobe.

'She's mine'

She's then released from its grasp, free to pursue the trio up the stairs. Jezelle looks up at the stairwell, bile rising up to her throat as dread weighs heavily in her stomach.

'It's about to come true.'

...

Corbin takes Darry and Trish to a door with distorted glass. She opens the door for them, flinching when it gives out a loud creak, gesturing with her head to enter the room, which they do so without any complaints. The siblings immediately run toward the windows of what looks to be an interrogation room. Darry and Trish start to search around the windows, hoping to find a latch anything to open them.

Meanwhile, Corbin slowly walks up to what looks like a mirror, from which she caught the same earthy scent as the Creeper from. She puts her hand over her eyes, as she tries to look through the two-way mirror to see if her suspicion is correct. Unbeknownst to her, that a grey hand covered in scales caresses her cheek through the mirror with great want in the owner's eyes as he puts his face only centimeters away from her image. He couldn't help but to purr in content at her scent from behind the glass.

'Beautiful...'

He thought at the sight of Corbin's amber eyes that are as bright as a flame. He could also make out the other humans pulling her towards them, urging towards the other window in the room. They refuse to listen to her warning, however she still complies and removes the Bannon sweatshirt to tie around her waist, revealing two black bat-like wings. All of this transpires silently behind the mirror, which is broken when the Creeper unceremoniously breaks through the door, showering the floor with glass shards.

Corbin stands in front of the siblings giving a low dangerous growl, as the creature approaches after it flips the table. Corbin pounces at the creature, only for it to dodge as it then takes Darry and Trish by their necks. She watches in horror at the ones she cares gasp for breathing. She watches the creature give each of them a sniff and, to her disgust, lick Trisha's face. Luckily, that's all he did before tossing her out of the room.

Corbin immediately rushes to check on Trish, sniffing her for any injuries as she holds her close. Corbin then raises both her and Trish up on their feet, seeing as the creature intends for Darry to be his meal. Before they could get to them, however, the windows seemed to burst from nowhere as S.W.A.T team members start to flood the room, Tubbs in the lead. The Creeper holds Darry in front of him, in a vice-like grip, huffing and growling at its "audience".

Corbin and Trisha's walk past the officers, as it lowers its head for a bit, a wet and clicking sound being heard as its crest opens up, revealing it to have spider-like appendages with webbing between each of them.

" RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW"

It roars out, screeching out its lungs. Its true face on display to everyone in the room. Trish's face looking like she stared right into oblivion in contrast to Corbin's own determined expression. No one said anything except Tubbs.

" What in the holy name of God?"

Darry continues to gasp for air like a fish out of water, writhing in vain in an attempt to break its hold on him. He may as well have been trying to push a brick wall away, as the Creeper keeps an iron grip on the young man. Everyone in the room freezes in place, except for Trish. She walks from Corbin's grasp to look at the creature dead in the eyes. She knew what she had to do, or so she thought at least.

A/N: What did you think guys? This book is coming close to an end, but the story ain't. It's far from over. Don't forget to comment, reblog, and like! Stay weird, my fellow humans. ;)

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Jeepers Creepers: Unexpected Turn of Events 9

(An older drawing of mine with Corbin)

EPILOGUE

The early morning light mostly lights the entrance halls, another day for the Poho County Police Station. Except, if you were to look further back the bloodstains and broken glass act as clear evidence of last night's activities, which most officers want to just forget and go back to dealing with regular carjackers. Darry and Trish didn't share the same desire, even as shaken and mentally scarred as they are, they refuse to forget the sacrifice their dear friend made for them both.

Darry attempts to comfort his sister by rubbing her back, although he could think of nothing to say that could alleviate them both; having neither the words for comfort or a quip. Trish crouches over on the bench she's currently seated at, gripping tightly at the green bandana in her hands. Her grip over it being so strong that the police didn't dare to take the piece of paraphernalia away as evidence. Neither sibling look up or acknowledge when Jezelle comes through the front door towards them.

"Your folks just pulled up outside." r

Unsurprisingly, silence is what she's greeted with and it's the silence mixed with tension that falls between them for a while. An uncomfortable mixture that made Darry break it first.

"Looks like this answers my question."

Jezelle nods in agreement, licking her chapped lips before speaking.

"I guess so."

As if awakening from a long slumber, Trish blinks her eyes to rid herself of some of the grogginess that built up behind them. Still, like her brother, she doesn't look Jezelle directly in the eyes.

"You saw it was Darry, didn't you? He was the one screaming in the dark while listening to that song."

She's not sure if she could stand the pity and sadness she knows the psychic holds for them with her soft brown eyes.

"You also saw a second path, didn't you? But you didn't say anything because it seemed too crazy to be true."

Jezelle looks down in shame and remorse with the morning light helping to elongate the shadow covering her facial features. Both Jenner siblings didn't need to shift their gazes to know about the tears forming in the older woman's eyes.

"That girl rewrites all the rules, but I didn't know if she can rewrite fate definitely. Though I'm just a crazy old woman, ask anybody around here, they'll tell you,"

Jezelle gives a long weary sigh, silently watching the two siblings get up from the bench.

"just a crazy woman, with crazy dreams."

She trails off in a dejected tone which Trish is barely able to catch, by the time she and Darry walk out the front door. Darry takes the moment to close his eyes and just feel the slight breeze on his face, breathing in the cool morning air deeply.

"Aaa! Aaa! Aaa!"

Darry opens his eyes at the croaking of a passing raven, its dark figure standing out against the clear sky. Trish looks up to her left as it flies by her field of vision; she feels another stab of guilt in her heart at the strong reminder of the friend she failed to save.

' I'm so so so sorry for being so weak...'

Trish twists the bandana in her hand while tightly clenching her jaws. At that moment, Trish Jenner swore to never be anyone's prey ever again, to exact vengeance for those who were that thing's prey. She'll drag it to hell with her if she has to.

The raven that flew past the Jenner siblings, keeps his one eye on the condemned meat factory in the distance. He flies past the surrounding crows and ravens gathered around the building. Instinctively, he follows the familiar presence through the many holes in the building, past the dripping rusty pipes, then glides down the stairs where he could fully hear an old upbeat jazz tune playing.

"All those weepers.

How they hypnotize

Ramada, Ramada, Rama da da"

The one-eyed raven didn't need to look too hard for his favorite person, finding her curled up in the dryest spot she could find. Corbin sat huddled in the nook in the wall, with her back to the wall with one arm around her legs and the other holding a photo.

'I can already tell that I'm gonna be sick of this song.'

She frowns in the direction of where she knows her "mate" is working on Darry's replacement. A small croak catches Corbin's attention, lessening her frown slightly into an almost smile at the small comfort the Corvus brought.

"Sar si sogodi, Beowulf?"

Beowulf gives another croak and nods his head, confirming to the inhuman woman that all is well for her friends. Some tension visibly leaves Corbin, who then unwraps her arm from her legs to rub a thumb over the necklace she wore. She then looks down at the photo she held in her other hand, the dim candlelight illuminating showing her and Darry celebrating Trish's high school graduation. Those were good times, simpler times, times she knows she can't go back to unless she wishes to bring Darry to an early grave.

"In their eyes"

Corbin furiously rubs her eyes as tears unwillingly starts spilling, the instrumental phase of the song playing in the background. She gives a sniffle before doing her best to keep her expression neutral when spotting the Creeper approaching her. She keeps her chin up as she lets her eyes convey the loathing she holds for him. The only other physical indicator of her scorn being the twitching of her tail. The Creeper doesn't show any reaction to his new mate's displeasure, instead, gesturing to his worktable with a tilt of his head.

"Golly gee, where'd you get those heaters on?

Whoa is me, time to put my cheaters on."

He then offers a hand to Corbin, who rejects it with a huff and a flick of her tail; however, she still complies and removes herself from the nook. She walks in front of the Creeper who follows close by to their destination, which Corbin huffs at and gets up by herself following him to the table. The inhuman woman mentally wills herself to not turn around and claw out his stolen orbs, but Corbin knew that would be unwise in her current weakened state.

"Jeepers, creepers.... Where'd ya get them peepers? Oh, those weepers.... How they hypnotize Where did ya get those"

When they both come in front of the table, the Creeper then reaches into a small crudely handmade bowl containing two eyes, handing one of them to Corbin before taking the other. He then leans forward to rub his nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling Corbin's scent with a drawn-out satisfied sigh. He lifts his head slightly, his hot putrid breath brushing against her ear with each drawn out, deep and gravely with a hint of a southern accent.

"You... uphold... vows?"

I willingly accept you as my mate. Spare the other humans here, especially Darius and Patricia. As long as you promise to uphold it, I vow to support, provide, and treat you as you would do for me. Do you accept?

Corbin finds herself clawing her free hand before digging it into her palms. She takes a breath before exhaling.

"You promise then?"

The Creeper retreats his head from his mate's shoulder to give her a firm nod. Both cryptids maintaining intense eye contact, neither breaking it to submit.

"Yessss..."

Corbin rolls the eye she has between her fingers.

"Then I accept."

Corbin then swallows the eye at the same time as The Creeper. She blinks and found that she can now see out of her formerly damaged left eye. The Creeper watches in fascination as Corbin's green left eyes to morph into her natural amber coloration. He gives out a satisfied purr before licking the dried blood around her left eye. Corbin forces herself to return the sound with her own, straining to keep it up as the realization of being stuck with this monstrous brute for both of their long lives.

"Golly where'd ya get those

Where did ya get those eyes?"

A/N: Let me know if y'all would like to read the next installment here on Tumblr. And if you want to read more before I can publish it, the next one is right here on Wattpad. Where you can find me under the username, JazzyHands02.

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