"What are you?"

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All of Lydia's worries would disappear whenever she was with Stiles. Something about him comforted her in more ways than one. He was the one. She knew the moment they first kissed each other that she wanted to be with him forever.

Lydia has arrived at his house pretty early in the evening. His father was still at work, meaning that they had the house to themselves for the night. 

Although, she could tell that Stiles was quite tense; most likely due to the fact that it was his first time. They awkwardly sat on his bed, almost waiting for something to happen. After a few minutes, Stiles leaned over to a small diffuser on his bedside cabinet, switching it on.

As it lit up, he shortly returned to his original spot. "It's for ambience."

She quietly chuckled. "Right."

"It's "Jammin' Jasmine" if you wanted to know." He told her.

"Is that from Target as well?" she wondered, acknowledging how he had prepared for the evening. The room was dimly lit, and the curtains were drawn. There was some soft, romantic music playing in the background.

"Yeah, my dad said that my mom liked it too. She was into scented candles and diffusers..." He glanced at her, immediately thinking that she didn't like it. "I've got Holiday Scents too if you wanted something different..."

"No, it's nice. This is nice." Lydia insisted, slowly grazing her hand against his. Then, she tenderly caressed his arm, moving upwards. 

Soon enough, Stiles gave in and the two locked lips. They wouldn't stop. Passion seeped as the couple started to remove their clothes, forgetting about the world. Lydia and Stiles would spend eternity on this bed if given the choice.

Alex Drake drove down the street, bobbing along to the music playing on the radio. He kept searching for the address Jennifer sent him, driving past lit houses in the hopes that she lived at one of them. Nonetheless, he continued his search.

Lydia and Stiles were under the covers, completely naked. One arm was wrapped around her whilst the other reached for the desired condom. Before he could open it, Lydia grabbed the condom and read the small print on the packaging. "Wait, wait. "Slippery Swirl"?"

The condom itself was orange with a painted swirl. Stiles smirked. "Yeah, on the box, it said that it's supposed to be good for the girl."

"Well, let's test that theory." She encouraged with a small smile.

As Alex drove further down the street, he began to notice that most of the houses were empty. Some look unfinished whilst others were up for sale. The street looked barren, there wasn't a single soul in sight. He checked his phone again, re-reading Jennifer's text.

132 camden road. can't miss it.
see you soon
xoxo jennifer

The car stopped, he glanced across the road. One of the houses caught his eye; it was the exact address Jennifer had told him. There was a dim light on the top floor, meaning that someone must be inside. But, as he left his car and approached the house, Alex noticed that the door was boarded up. 

Thinking it must have been a joke, he knocked on the door. "Hey, Jennifer! It's me, Alex."

There was no response. He pondered for a moment before swiftly moving around the house. Alex glimpsed through the glassless windows, getting a better look at the interior. There was definitely someone in there; no doubt about it.

In a flash of stupidity, Alex decided to climb through the window and enter the house. The floorboards creaked as he walked inside. It was sinisterly quiet. He could faintly hear some music being played above him, light beaming from the staircase. As he wandered towards it, a crow suddenly sprang out from the shadows, starling him. It squawked, soon flying away to another part of the house.

Once his dignity returned to him, Alex straightened his clothes and slowly made his way to the staircase. His hand grazed the wooden bannister that ran alongside it as he started to climb. The light flickered brighter as he got closer.

On the first floor of the house, he noticed several burning candles scattered around. Their wax dripped as the flame wavered in the light wind. There was some clear construction that was left unfinished. Some hardware tools had been pushed to the side whilst others were on a shelving unit. On top of it was a stereo that was playing music.

"You made it." A voice spoke from behind.

Alex gasped, turning around to find Jennifer. She looked even paler than before, yet her brown eyes seemed to shimmer brighter. He chuckled, his nerves calmed slightly. "This, uh - this isn't really your house, is it?"

She shook her head. "No, baby. It's our house. Our special place. Just for you and me." Jennifer slowly strolled towards him, unzipping her cropped hoodie. "We can play "Mommy and Daddy" if you like."

He nervously giggled again. "Do you even know my last name?"

A smug smirk appeared on her face. She faintly laughed under her breath. "Silly boy. I've been sending you signals all year, but you never noticed." Lightly, Jennifer placed her hands on his shoulders. She massaged them, her smile fading. "No one ever notices poor, defenceless Jenny."

Jennifer leaned in, about to kiss him. In an instant, Alex would have done the same if it weren't for a rat scurrying across the floor, startling him. "Jennifer!"

Nevertheless, she was unaffected by this. The only thing that amused her was Alex's fear. "What? Are you scared?" she asked. Jennifer put her hands on her hips, grinning. "You know, I thought people like you were into all that vermin and death and shit."

"Well, I-I... um..." he hesitated.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed his jeans. Jennifer violently unzipped him and pulled his jeans to the floor. "That's better. Nice hardware, ace." She seized his hoodie, ripping it away. Alex's nerves returned to him as Jennifer pulled him in, smacking her lips onto his mouth.

He tried to break away, but Jennifer was having none of it. "Come on, kiss me." She kept pulling him in, yet Alex kept wanting to back out. Her fury grew by the minute. "Kiss me!" she raised her voice, continuing to force him to kiss her. But, to her shock, he would not reciprocate. "Kiss me!"

Then, the brown from her eyes vanished. For a moment, they were completely white and veiny; Jennifer didn't even look like herself anymore. She looked furious, like a viper waiting to strike. "No way..." As he continued to stare into her eyes, his fear grew more. He wanted to run from her, but his feet were glued to the floor. Eventually, she calmed down, her eyes turning brown again. Alex stared on in fear, stepping backwards. "What are you?"

Jennifer didn't reply, the corner of her lips twisting into a sinister grin. He was backed into a corner, his hand harshly sliding against some building equipment. Alex winced, blood swirling across his light skin. 

"Oh, look. Puncture wound." She snatched his arm, contorting his bones where they shouldn't go. They loudly snapped, definitely breaking something. He yelled out in pain as Jennifer threw him to the ground. "I need you frightened."

Stiles was on top of Lydia, pushing hard. It was like he had been training for ages. Lydia was certainly enjoying it for the first few minutes, encouraging him to go harder. But then she noticed something off in Stiles' room.

As she was staring up at the ceiling, she noticed a strange red patch appearing above them. For a moment, she was entirely focused on it. The puddle grew larger, a few drops soon leaking from it. Her eyes widened, quickly touching her face to see if any of it was on her. 

Although, to her surprise, there was nothing there. She glimpsed back at the ceiling, but the red patch was gone. "Huh...?" she quietly mumbled.

Lydia sat up a little, glancing in a different direction. In the darkness, she acknowledged a figure watching them. She gasped as her eyes adjusted to the man in the shadows. Bloodied and bruised, with an evil smirk on his face, was Jackson.

Another figure appeared beside him. Lydia peered upwards to find Jennifer crouching on the chair like a wild animal. She was covered in blood and seemed to be smiling at Lydia. 

She started to hyperventilate, but Stiles didn't seem to notice, thinking he was just doing a good job.

Jennifer smashed Alex against the wooden floorboards before sinking to all fours. She crawled over him, her eyes changing once again. "I need you hopeless..." Her voice became demonic, releasing the beast inside of her. 

She leaned back, allowing her sharp fangs to appear. Then, without hesitation, she bit into flesh and began to rip him apart. Alex screamed for help, but no one would come to rescue him.

"Hopeless..." Lydia spoke, experiencing the horror from where she laid. "Hopeless..."

She clung onto Stiles, wrapping her arms around his neck. As she felt her life being drained, she let out an earth-shattering scream. Stiles was taken aback, their short-lived passion quickly ceasing. "Lydia?"

Alex laid on the ground, dead. His eyes were still open, glassy and shocked. There was blood everywhere. His carcass was torn open by Jennifer, who fed on him like a vulture. She drank the red liquid like wine, each taste sweeter than the last.

A rat scurried by, climbing over his corpse. It began gnawing at his face. She grinned, blood covering her white teeth. "You can have some too."

Finally, Lydia's scream died down as Stiles comforted her. "Hey, it's okay. What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he questioned. She let go of him, placing her hands over her mouth. "Lydia, please tell me what's wrong."

She let out a final gasp, sitting up. "I have to go."

"What?"

"I'm sorry, I just..." Lydia grabbed her clothes, throwing them onto her body.

As quickly as she could, Lydia exited his room and headed out of the house. Stiles called after her, but she was too distracted to notice. She unlocked her car, still panicked.

The radio switched on. "Through the trees, I will-"

She screamed again, slamming her fist against the power button. It turned off again, leaving Lydia in complete silence. The young girl started to drive, her instincts telling her to go straight home.

There were no other cars on the street except for hers. It was dimly lit, the blackened trees forming shadows over the road. She quietly sobbed as she travelled down the road.

Abruptly, an animal-like figure emerged from the woods. Lydia squinted, watching as the creature stood on two feet in the middle of the road. Her headlights illuminated the figure, revealing it to be her best friend. Her cropped hoodie was covered in blood, as was her mouth.

Lydia screamed as Jennifer glared at her through the windshield. She swerved past, making sure not to crash into her. Once she had regained control of her car, she halted. Lydia looked back, observing that she was gone.

Then, something landed on her windshield. She spun around to see Jennifer on top of her car, wickedly grinning at her. Lydia screamed again, immediately reversing. Her friend tumbled from the car, but Lydia was too frightened to see if she was okay.

That didn't even look like Jennifer. It looked more like a monster.

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Right, in my opinion, I feel like this chapter was a bit shit (especially since I can't write sex scenes). Anyway, I hope you liked it.

You know what, Jennifer's Body could fit in Fear Street as well because all the killers are possessed and Jennifer's possessed. Wow, the film can work with any fandom at this point.

- Alice ❤