The Smell Of Fear

by Animelover660

What if the Creeper didn't want to kill Darry, but wanted to mate with him. Instead of following him and smelling him for food he did it because he loved the scent and wanted Darry for himself. When the Creeper took Darry he didn't harm him he loved him. Trish tracks the Creeper down and is surprised to find Darry unharmed and with him. But, there's one problem: Darry won't leave.

1. Chapter 1: Previous Events

Darry's POV

Trish and I were arguing, as usual, but, this time it was over a life or death situation. We were on the second floor of the police station and the only way out could be the way to that thing. All of a sudden glass flew everywhere and the creature came smashing in. He grabbed us both by our throats and lifted us off our feet. It smelled us, breathing our scents in deeply before licking a path from my collarbone to my jaw line. He hissed at Trish and threw her across the room and into a wall before hugging me to his body with his arm around my throat to prevent my escape.

"Darry!" Trish screamed. What looked like a S.W.A.T team ran in and stooped behind the broken window with their guns pointed at us. Most of them were questioning what this thing was and the rest stared in stunned silence. I started to focus on the callused hand that was around my throat and the warmth pressed against my back. My sisters voice brought me back to reality and I looked at her as she spoke to him.

"Take me. Everything we have is the same, if he has something you want you take it from me instead! You fucking take me!"

"Don't you try to be a hero!" I screamed at her. He may torture me, kill me, or bury me alive but, I will not let him hurt her. She ignored me and continued talking to it.

"I won't struggle, I won't fight you... Just take me. Drop him." When he didn't make a move and just glared at her she started screaming again. "You fucking drop him, you take me instead!"

The next thing I know I'm turned around and picked up bridal style as he breaks through the window and flies away. I can hear my sister yelling my name and look down. I see her running after us and feel the tears start to form in my brown eyes, almost spilling over my long lashes. I'll never see her again but, at least she's safe. I can die knowing she won't have to feel pain or be eaten by this creature. I recite the song in my head that I've grown to fear these past few hours: Jeepers Creepers, where'd you get those peepers? Where'd you get those eyes?