*Jennifer's Body and everything that Diablo Cody created within it belong to 20th Century Fox, what I've written is fanfiction made for my own personal enjoyment.*

CHAPTER ONE

First Supper

It had been a week since I broke out of Devil's Kettle Women's Correctional Facility, not that I had a calendar or a clock to gauge the time. I just knew. I'd gotten put in for killing my best friend. The fact that it wasn't deemed self defense was unsurprising because... it wasn't. I saved her life. By killing her. She saved me too. I still trace my hands alongside the bite. Jennifer's Bite. It brings me back to that night. When everything ended but in the same swoop all began.

It was because of the bite I'd absorbed the demons powers. Hovering and well you know super strength. But then there was the hunger. The same hunger Jennifer had.

Once out of the institution I went to find the fuckboys who started all this, "Low Shoulder". It wasn't difficult. Because of the tragedy at Devil's Kettle they were on tour playing their shitty music for even more people to hear. As they sat in their deluxe suite, getting fucked up and eating M&M's I told them I was a fan. Before they could recognize me I took each one of their lives stabbing each of them through the heart just like they did to Jennifer the day of the sacrifice. What I remember most was the blood. It was sweet and hearty, like the sticky brown sugar infused grease that dripped from a Christmas Ham. I haven't feasted since let alone eaten at all. I feel so weak.

Right now I'm in a cheap motel. I've come to the conclusion that if I don't find a someone soon and well eat them I'm going to die. Yes I know the cops are out for me, but at this point what can't I take?

I left the motel, ready to hitch hike again. I went down the rode a bit away from the hotel, just to keep out of sight of too many people. I'd lost the hoody I had earlier in the week, down to an oversized t-shirt and gray sweat pants. It took about ten minutes before I got picked up by a woman in a small white mini van. I was surprised, but then I saw the look in her eyes. She was smitten. I opened the door myself and got inside.

"Hi there." She said. Her cheeks were red and not from the cold.

"Thanks for the ride."

"Where are you headed?" She asked.

"The city."

"That's not too far I don't think. What's in the city?" Too many questions.

"I have no fucking clue." That shut her up.

We sat in silence for half an hour until she finally piped up out of the blue voice all shaky. "Just wonderin' miss, I know its none of my business. But what got you out here all alone?"

"Bad family."

"Well my family is no picnic either. Kicked me out when I was sixteen."

"That's horrible." I said emotionless as I eyed her neck.

After more silence we finally we got to a strip of highway with no traffic in sight.

"Hey uh, can you pull over real fast. I have to pee."

"There should be a gas station close by."

"I honestly can't hold it. Ever since I got pregnant, the peeings just been insane. Unpredictable. I just..."

"I don't see a baby bump." She said looking me over.

"The fetus is still just a few weeks." I say.

"Well okay. Just be quick. I don't trust this area, us being out here all alone. Especially you, young pregnant girl." She pulled over, into an open field of grass. Beyond there were trees. I could smell water. River water.

"Are the windows tinted?" I asked.

"Uh. Yeah. Why?"

"Hey is that a cop, hurry roll them up!" She craned her neck around to see.

"Why? What's... I don't see anything, you sure -"

Before she could turn back around I grabbed her neck with both hands and twisted until I heard a harsh snap. In that moment I shut off all my thoughts and surrendered to the hunger. The blood filled me, made me whole. My tightened muscles loosened. My vision more rich. I was alive again.