I packed up my most casual items. Short shorts, (very few) plaid button downs, surplus bathing suits, wedges and of course, the most essential item for a hot camping trip at Camp Crystal Lake, low-cut tank tops. I shoveled through my Tory Burch bag, looking for my cellphone until I had found it. I texted Eli, reassuring him that I'd be meeting hin down at the ancient place along with everyone else. Taking a mere glance at my summer attire, I tied my lush curly locks into a high ponytail, grabbed my single suitcase and large duffel bag and set out to my cab.
Eli's POV:
I sat on the leather interior in my father's car, trying to contain my excitement after recieving the text message that I had. I was elated, although I would not admit it. I couldn't wait to touch her porcelain skin and trail my fingers up and down her silk textured thighs. I couldn't wait to feel her gentle touch and overall, I couldn't wait to be alone with her. Fiona Coyne that was. Keeping her a secret was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. My thoughts came to an abrupt stop and we had arrived to our, my, destination. Camp Crystal Lake.
"Eli!" He greeted the familiar voices alike.
"I hope you didn't manage to forget about me," Fiona teased as they had finally caught up to each other.
Fiona's POV:
As silly as it sounded, I wanted to jump his bones. I let out a slight giggle at the thought. My eyes surveyed for a private spot where we could give each other a warmer welcome. I grasped onto his belt buckle with a mischevious smirk plastered on my face. I began to pull his shirt over his head once we were covered by patches of green plants.
Eli slid her shorts down to her knees along with her underwear, vice-versa. Fiona cautiously laid down into the brush. He straddled on top of her, thrusting himself in and out of the fragile girl.
"E-Eli," She cried, sinking her fingernails deep into his back.
He slowed down his pace and hushed her cries with a kiss. The two lay in a pile of sticks and leaves, their bodies intertwined with each others. The only things covering them being their loose clothes.
"Did you hear that?" Eli whispered.
"There are at least twenty people here. Of course I heard that." She rolled her eyes.
Before the two could even gather themselves or return to the crowd, a figure hovered over them. Jason Voorhees. The large figure retrieved a massive knife and plunged it deep into Eli's chest. A deep crimson color stained his pale skin. Fiona froze like a deer in the headlights. The partially naked female jumped up and began to run. The figure followed. Shaken up, Fiona hid behind a tree. She gasped for air as the knife plowed into her torso. Her body slid to the ground as the sharp object left her body.
Jason was back. He was ready for revenge.