TSGG Cold Blooded, Warm Hearted

by thesilverhyena

Set six months after the events of Lady Voorhees' "Strange Good Girl". Some people just never learn, coming to Crystal Lake when there's no longer just one ferocious killer on the prowl, but two! With a mate to protect as well as his property, Jason now has more reasons to jealously guard his lands from the insatiable bands of miscreants and vandals that seem to congregate there.

1. Cold Blooded, Warm Hearted:: Part 1

This is based off of Lady Voorhees' story that she had written called "The Strange Good Girl", featuring Jason Voorhees and her OC Lisa. (Lisa is used with permission!) I'll have a link to her and her story below. Seriously, if you haven't read it, check it out, it's amazing! (Provided that you can handle gore, language, violence, adult content, and fluff. You have been warned.)

That being said, if you CAN'T handle language, violence, gore, adult content, or "killer" fluff, then what the fuck are you doing here?! Read something else! (Seriously, there's graphic content in here, you HAVE BEEN WARNED!) I can't stress this enough, check your damn filters!

Cold Blooded, Warm Hearted:: Part 1

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*Several Months Later*

It had been roughly six months to the day, six months of quiet. Not on purpose mind you. Ever since that one fateful day. A large group of trespassers came to defile sacred ground with their debauchery and filth only to meet swift punishment by Jason's blade. Only he wasn't alone. For there were few that knew the silent Lord of Crystal Lake had taken a mate. Lisa Watkins, formally shy, used, and abused by her so-called "friends". Small, scarred, strange, yet the most beautiful thing Jason could have ever hoped to have had to call his own. She was quick to follow her mate's teachings, hunting the riffraff, vagrants, and marauders, ever loyal and by his side. The Huntress of Crystal Lake.

THEN that little druggie bitch had stolen something from her! Yes, that little philandering whore not only trespassed and degraded Jason's lands and his mother's memories, she also stole something most precious and treasured from both Jason and his girl that fateful night. Lisa's voice! The vile slut had somehow managed to overpower his girl and stabbed her in the throat with with her own dagger, severing her vocal cords! It was a miracle Lisa had even lived through the ordeal. Oh, she had taken that little wretch's life in the end, but... Lisa would never speak again.

Jason had missed her kind, soft spoken words terribly. Humorous sarcasm, seductiveness, playfulness. Even her casual chatter, humming, singing, thinking out loud, or even when she'd yell, scream, and nag at him to remove his blood soaked boots and clothes before coming into the house after a lucrative night of patrolling! He didn't think it was possible to miss that, yet here goes his little female, once again proving him wrong. But, he still had his girl, and that was all that really mattered to Jason.

The following fiasco proved to be both a blessing and a curse once word had gotten out about the massacre. Deals were struck, hidden beneath layers upon layers of red tape and cover ups and peace was restored, for there were few who wanted to actively seek the mighty Crystal Lake Killer. (And fewer still who knew he had taken a mate.) They were to leave any locals alone, merely scare them away should one come wandering onto their lands. Any killings were to remain within the boundaries of Camp Crystal Lake, as any would-be tourists, wannabe outdoors men, and especially sex-starved teens with a little "gropey-gropey in seclusion" on the brain are given more than enough fair warning before even setting foot in that place. Should either Jason or Lisa stray from their territory, then the authorities WOULD actively hunt them. Considering all that had happened, it was a generous offer the dangerous pair would have been fools to decline. Yet, it had it's fair share of ups and downs.

Funny. Lisa had hated going into town the few times she had no choice. Now after six months of isolation, with no contact to the outside world, save for her love and the steady streams of invading miscreants they'd kill, she honestly kind of missed it now. Due to the course of events, the girl no longer had her job either. But, as per their arrangement, power and basic needs were provided for them, meaning Lisa and Jason didn't have to abandon her much larger, more comfortable cabin and permanently settle down in the mine tunnels. (Probably done more so out of fear then anything else.) Every month, Sheriff Hoffman would 'check in' to make sure the two of them were keeping true to their end of the bargain.

Adjusting to the fact that they were now both mute had taken some time. The first week or so, it was the forced silence that got to them. Luckily, Lisa, the poor girl, had only broken down in a fit of crying that one time. Once over the initial shock and accepting the fact that her voice wouldn't just magically come back, Lisa and Jason worked together on a different form of communication. They started out with basic hand gestures, a staple the hulking killer was already quite used too. It wasn't easy, and misinterpretation was inevitable. Sometimes Lisa would get horribly frustrated, but her love remained ever patient and understanding with her. If anyone knew how tricky it could be to communicate in complete silence, it would be Jason.

Over time, Jason had also picked up on simple sentences by lip reading. While it took a few months to perfect, Lisa had discovered that different tones and notes of whistling could convey emotion and even allow some communication when they were out of each others' sight. Even before the accident, she had also become quite skilled at deciphering her mate's grunts, growls, snorts, and groans. A hodgepodge language they themselves created and only they could understand. Initially, the girl had been terrified that Jason would no longer want her when her voice had been slain. But now, in forced silence, their bond had only grown stronger.

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Waking up in bed every day to the sight of that small, special girl curled up next to him was something Jason would never tire of. Groaning sleepily, the massive brute reached over, only to feel an empty, warm space where she should have been. He sat up, blearily looking around the bedroom whilst still trying to get the sleep out of his eyes. Then Jason felt the pressure rising within his groin when something warm, wet, and very pleasurable engulfed him under the plush comforter. A lopsided grin formed on his deformed face when he caught sight of movement under the covers and could feel small, mischievous, fiery hands trailing up and down his abs and inner thighs.

In a swift move, Jason tossed the covers off of him, unveiling his girl, wearing nothing but HIS thermal top, (which nearly swallowed her tiny form completely,) in the midst of giving him the most enjoyable wake up call he could have possibly asked for. She had slid his black thermal pants down enough to free his manhood and had already been licking and teasing him, lightly running her light fingered touch along his hard yet silky, sensitive flesh. Lisa glanced up in surprise, barely making any sound at all, as she smiled playfully, kissing the head of her mate's throbbing cock.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." she mouthed, before taking him fully in her mouth and began to suck hard.

With a pleasured grunt, Jason just flopped right back down into the pillows, grasping the sheets beneath him in handfuls while Lisa continued to work him. His back arched and leg twitched involuntarily while she artfully traced the tip with her warm tongue. A loud, rumbling purr expelled from deep within the powerful hulk's chest as he closed his mismatched eyes and stretched, offering himself openly to his mate. Lisa could barely even let out a mild squeak as Jason released in her mouth, though the glistening in her eyes and the sly little smile on her face while swallowing his warm, sweet yet salty seed said far more then mere words ever could. After one last, good hard suck, she pulled up his thermals for him and crawled up to his chest, releasing a silent sigh.

Jason sat up once more, taking Lisa in his powerful arms, leaning his forehead against hers. He gently kissed her on the lips, tasting a little bit of himself off of her, before bending down and giving special attention to the very noticeable scar on her throat. Every time Jason did this, in made the girl's eyes get a little misty; it was a constant reminder that he would always want and love her, regardless of what she did or did not have just as she had made him feel more loved and accepted then anyone else since Mother. Lisa curled into her gentle giant's bare chest, nuzzling against him for a moment before sliding off and allowing him to get up.

As soon as she was on her feet, the girl eagerly dashed to the window, throwing the drapes open and letting out a silent gasp. Excitedly, Lisa glanced from outside back to her mate, pointing and matching Jason's curious head tilt. Jason stretched and flexed his rippling muscles once he got out of bed to join her, looking very much like a predator as he did. His movements were always so deliberate and precise, it never ceased to amaze the girl.

The first thing Jason could make out was white. Pure, sparkling white all around! Earlier last night, the temperature had dropped well below freezing and it was only a matter of time before the first snow fell. Blankets of flawless white graced the trees as far as the eye could see. The normally muddy ground outside around the fire pit, wood-cutting stump, and utility shed actually looked beautiful for once. Everything seemed to glisten in the late morning light. It was a stunning sight to behold. At least, Lisa seemed to think so. Inwardly, Jason groaned softly. When he was little, snow may have been something he enjoyed, as he and Mother would take walks in the flurries, build snowmen, and make snow angels. But now, snow was nothing more than a tactical nightmare to him! Difficult to hide your tracks in, it was wet, and needless to say, cold! Sometimes during particularly harsh winters in these parts, the snow drifts could reach up to his hips! Patrolling the territory during the winter months was often a bigger chore then usual. But then again, for the first time in twenty years some odd, Jason wouldn't have to do it alone.

Lisa's excitement about the fresh snowfall reminded the great brute of a simple, childhood innocence. At first, she seemed a bit concerned that Jason didn't share her immediate enthusiasm. Then his expression softened as he wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head with a deep exhale, gazing out at the winter wonderland outside. Come to think of it, snow was wet, and snow was cold. After being out in it for a few hours, the girl would need to get warm. Jason purred to himself at the thought of how he'd manage such a task, unconsciously sliding his hand under Lisa's oversized top, tracing patterns along the smooth, silky skin of her tummy. He felt the girl press against him, letting out a few quick chirp-like whistles Jason had learned to interpret as 'I'm enjoying that, please don't stop.' Suddenly, he found himself liking snow again!

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After a hearty, homemade breakfast of buttermilk pancakes and think-sliced bacon, the two of them prepared for going out on patrol. During the Winter, there weren't NEARLY as many trespassers to deal with. However, the occasional junkie still wandered onto their property. There was also that traveling insurance salesman last week that came knocking and didn't know how to take "No" for an answer. Jason sure taught him, that much was for sure! But, nothing save for a raging blizzard was going to keep Jason from honoring his mother's wishes of keeping Crystal Lake clean of the vagrancy and filth it seemed to attract.

Lisa had given back the thermal shirt she had used as a nightgown back to Jason; not that he ever had any objection to her wearing it. It was still warm from her body heat when he slipped it on, followed by a pair of insulated dark blue jeans, black sweatshirt, black leather gloves, and lastly, his ragged jacket, heavy winter boots, and of course, hit battle-scarred hockey mask. As always, Jason's machete was in it's holster securely strapped to his leg. Lisa had her own set of thermals for the colder months, along with a thicker long sleeve shirt and black, baggy ski-pants. She too had heavy winter boots, (each one modified to conceal multiple hidden knives), gloves, and her black rain coat. The girl wrapped a scarf around her neck, pulling it up over her nose and mouth so that only her eyes and long, loose bangs were visible under the hood of her jacket. Those fierce, almost feral eyes. Jason smirked, his girl just looked so mysterious like this; already one frantic tweaker that had been unfortunate enough to run into Lisa while she was making her rounds near the lake dressed like that had screamed and freaked out completely, right before she gutted him with her knives. Certainly a far cry to that scared, abused, and unsure little creature that wriggled her way into Jason's heart when she first moved in!

Nodding in confirmation to each other, they left through the side door in Lisa's bedroom, after she grabbed a small, pocket-sized first aid kit, of course. While Jason initially would have felt safer taking the tunnel, (as over the course of the Summer and Fall he and Lisa had expanded the mine tunnels, adding an entrance to their secret underground labyrinth in the very house), having seen how excited and happy his mate had been about the pristine snow, he decided that a walk through the woods would be just fine to get to his old cabin instead. At once, a rush of cold air slapped the pair in the face as a light snow began to fall. Lisa looked as though she were in heaven! Even with all of her coverings and only her eyes visible, Jason could tell she was smiling and laughing when she darted around, making hardly a sound save for the light crunching of packed snow beneath her boots. The large brute grunted contently; he loved seeing his girl happy. Who knew some fluffy, frozen water could bring her so much joy.

After her initial exploration of the snow covered ground, Lisa and Jason took their usual route to the old camp grounds, enjoying the cold, crisp, fresh air and the natural beauty surrounding them. They caught sight of a few small birds flitting through the trees and even a small red fox that vanished into the underbrush. The girl whistled softly and cuddled against her guardian while he put a protective arm over her shoulder. Every time Jason let out a heavy exhale, his warm breath hung in the air. He was truly magnificent, regal even. The master of his domain with his beautiful huntress by his side -or- at least she had been by his side. Somewhat alarmed, Jason stopped and swept his gaze in all directions. Where did she go?! How did she slip right out from his arms? Well, he had worked with the girl on her stealth techniques. However, in this environment, there were some things that would be difficult to hide.

Jason squatted down, examining the much smaller set of bootprints leading into the trees off the path. Perhaps the girl wanted to give him a bit of a warm up before they went hunting. He enjoyed chasing her, and he especially liked capturing her. (And Lisa rather enjoyed being captured by her mate as well.) The brute followed her trail as it looped around behind, and suddenly-'SPLAT!' A startled growl escaped the back of Jason's throat as a concentrated cold and wet projectile struck him square in the back of the head. It didn't hurt, it was more surprising then anything else. He snapped around, catching sight of the girl silently giggling from behind a tree with another snowball in her hand. Huffing indignantly and shaking himself off, Jason stalked forward, grateful that his amused smile was hidden by his mask. Lisa crouched down, grinning ear to ear beneath that scarf of hers before chucking her next freezing missile, hitting her mark on his broad chest before darting off.

Growling playfully, Jason picked up his pace to a trot, bending down to scoop up a large handful of snow as he did. By the time he was satisfied, it looked more like a cannonball made out of snow! He lobbed his own snowball at the girl, only to have her acrobatically roll out of the way, leaving it to splatter harmlessly against a tree. Lisa's shoulders shook a little as her hands rose up to where her mouth would be, indicating that she was laughing hysterically now. Undeterred, Jason tried a few smaller snowballs, catching Lisa's ankle with one of them.

'She is a clever and quick little one!' Jason praised, mentally.

He let out another surprised grunt as he took two more snowballs to the chest. Rolling his eyes, Jason gave chase once again, heart pounding in anticipation. Oh, he had a special treat lined up for his girl, carefully hidden away in the tunnels, but that could wait. They hadn't really had the opportunity to play together in a good long while, and God help anyone that got in between their fun right now! The two of them dashed and zigzagged along the snowy ground, taking turns chucking snowballs at each other. Lisa was quite adept at using her small size to her advantage in order to evade and dodge while Jason couldn't help being a large target to be mercilessly pelted with icy projectiles!

Stooping down, Jason put together another snow-cannonball, watching and listening carefully for where the girl could be hiding. At the sound of a taunting whistle, he whipped around only to have his vision obscured by a cold, wet 'SPLAT' right to the face. To add insult to injury, the larger snowball he had been preparing to lob at Lisa slipped out of his hand and fell on his own head. A loud, huffing sigh exhaled from his mouth as cold water ran down his neck and back. But, he wasn't finished. Oh no, he intended to beat his playful little troublemaker at her own game! By now, Lisa was practically in stitches, nearly to the point of rolling around of the ground.

'Oh? So that's how you want to play then, is it?'

Jason chuckled inwardly, already forming a plan to take his quarry off guard. Shaking himself off, the mountain of muscle strode forward at an even pace, as not to frighten her off. Looking up from her quieted laughter, Lisa's mischievous and playful eyes met up with his mismatched yet equally expressive ones. He was up to something, this much the girl did know. Lisa's ears twitched slightly at the sound of snow crunching underneath heavy tread boots. Just what was Jason doing?

Suddenly and without any warning, Jason's muscular arm swung outward, striking a nearby tree with a mighty fist. A sly grin crossed his face when he glanced upwards into the numerous, intertwining snow-laden fir branches above their heads and it wasn't long until Lisa's gaze followed and widened. The girl didn't have time to dodge before a huge blanket of snow crashed down on top of her from above, temporarily trapping her in a snow drift. When the girl breached the surface, a flush of bright red clearly showed on her face, since her hood and scarf had come off. It wasn't until she heard a gravelly, huffing laughter did Lisa zero in on Jason, arms crossed, smugly leaning up against the very tree he had struck. The sight of his girl so indignant and flustered, defeated at her own game that SHE started, oh, he was practically basking in his victory, but not so much that he didn't duck out of the way when she lobbed another snowball at him.

The two of them stared each other own, Lisa mouthing to him "I'm going to get you!" At that challenge, Jason's shoulders were visibly shaking as he let out that gruff laugh once more. He tensed up, giving the appearance of a large puppy dipping into a play bow before sprinting off into the woods, stopping after a few strides to check and see if the girl was chasing him. Curiously, the massive brute tilted his head at Lisa once she finally caught on.

'I finally get to hunt and chase him?!' Lisa squealed to herself with delight, shimmying out of her snowy prison, 'I've been waiting for this! You're mine, Jason!'

Regaining her bearings and shaking off the chill, Lisa covered her face once more and flipped up her hood. Then she took off after him! Jason thought he was oh so clever. Well, Lisa was determined to show him what for!

The girl knew these woods almost as well as Jason. It also helped that he wasn't even trying to be stealthy, he was just crashing through the snow covered foliage, occasionally turning around to chuck a snowball or pound his fist against a few more trees. However, Lisa was onto him, and quickly evaded his attempt to bury her under another snow blanket again. She could tell that they were getting close to the cabins, but the girl was determined to make her catch before they reached the tunnels. Jason's mismatched eyes widened in surprise when the slinky little minx took a few shortcuts, anticipating his moves and worked to get ahead of him. His chest swelled with pride; he had taught her that trick! Lisa's heart thundered in her chest as she leaped out of the trees and clung to Jason's back, wrapping her arms around his thick, muscular neck and her legs around his waist. Well, it was supposed to tackle the giant to the ground, but a stoned and drunk teenager was a far cry from Jason's mass and fortitude! Instead, he just let out a soft grunt as the tiny girl mounted on his back tried to bring him to the ground. Ah, it was absolutely adorable. Playfully, Jason began to buck and twist in an attempt to dislodge her, causing Lisa to cling tighter.

Giggling silently, the girl held on for dear life. A gruff, pleased groan of enjoyment escaped from the back of Jason's throat and he glanced over his shoulder. While he may not have been able to hear Lisa's laughter, he could still feel it from being this close to the girl. In all honesty, he really missed those cute squeaking noises she would make too. But, before he could reminisce any further both Jason and Lisa were taken for a bit of an unexpected ride. While bucking and lightly thrashing around, the massive brute stepped into a knee deep snowdrift which happened to conceal a coil of thick, braided rope. Once his ankle slipped through the snare and pulled, both of them ended up being unexpectedly yanked along the snowy ground. With a barely audible yelp, Lisa found herself flat on her ass, trying to figure out how exactly she got there. Jason on the other hand...

'Oh my God! Jason!' Lisa screamed internally, eyes becoming very round.

A loud, embarrassed groan rumbled in Jason's chest as he slowly swayed and rotated in the air, suspended by his ankle, upside down, by a rope and a tree branch. Adding to the snared giant's humiliation... it was his own damn trap!

'I'll never hear the end of this embarrassment if Mother finds out...' Jason thought to himself.

Growling, he tried to lift his upper body in order to reach the coil surrounding his ankle, but it was of no use. Lisa carefully approached, trying to use calming hand gestures to get him to settle down and stop struggling. It was clear that he was uncomfortable and starting to get dizzy from the forced rush of blood to his head. The look he gave to his mate as she picked herself up and brushed the snow off clearly begged, 'please help me.'

When Jason pulled his machete out, Lisa had to stop him from just blindly hacking away in an animalistic fury. She let out a few low note whistles, almost like a trilling, while reaching up and putting her hand against his neck. Usually when Jason was upset about something, this helped to calm him down. Grunting in discomfort, he surrendered his blade to the girl, who lowered her face scarf long enough to mouth to him, "I'm going to free you. Stay still."

Anxiously, Lisa lightly bit her lip when she looked at the tree the ankle snare had been rigged in. Sure, she was a lot better at climbing trees then she used to be, but when she practiced, it had been during the Summer in optimum conditions. Now everything was slick with ice and cold and she was wearing many more layers of heavier clothing. The branch in question was a good twelve feet off the ground and from where the girl stood, she also wasn't tall enough to just reach the rope to cut him down from her position on the ground either. Plus, she'd rather set Jason down gently then just let him cherry drop on his head! An annoyed snarl from the trapped brute was enough to snap Lisa out of her analysis and into action.

Mind racing and heart pounding, Lisa tucked the machete in her belt and slowly started her assent up the rough yet wet tree trunk. Jason let out a concerned groan when he saw her nearly slip her footing a few times. Instinctively, he reached out and thrashed. He wanted to be there, to protect her, where he was supposed to be. But no, he had to be a bloody fool and wind up in his own trap! When Jason started to struggle again, Lisa wished now more than ever she could get her voice back! To tell him to remain calm and that she was fine, since she couldn't give him any hand signals at this moment and his animalistic struggling was starting to shake the whole tree.

'No, no, NO! Damn it, Jason! Stop squirming!'

Lisa spat inwardly to herself as she gripped the branch she needed and hoisted herself up. A bit of snow fell on her from the branches, due to Jason's repeated attempt to free himself, which weren't helping anyone. Carefully, the girl slid out as far as she dared, working on how to cut the bonds and lower her increasingly aggravated mate back down safely. Jason snarled angrily, thrashing around once more as he attempted to sit up and grasp his trapped foot. He couldn't see Lisa giving him gestures to calm down. The girl gave a few sharp whistles that were generally used to get his attention. Jason stopped momentarily, barely able to see her drawing the machete. Growing impatient, the great brute tried leaning upwards again to grasp his foot once more.

A loud snap and the groan of wood protesting from the bitter cold and excess weight quickly snagged both Lisa and Jason out of their respective thoughts. The girl's eyes visibly widened as the branch she had been straddling snapped right off the tree trunk, bringing her and Jason down with it! A loud growl echoed in Jason's throat as he slammed onto the snowy earth with a dense 'thud'. While prostrate on the ground after giving his head a good 'thunk', the heavy tree branch that had previously been suspending him in the air and Lisa quickly followed, slamming right on top of his groin, just to add to the mighty killer's humiliation. Jason released a pained groan, trying to shake the dizziness out of his pounding head.

Meanwhile, Lisa's legs were a little sore from how she landed with the tree branch between her legs, but at least her beloved had been there to cushion her fall. Once she realized that she was indeed on the ground again, the girl let out a quiet yelp and scrambled to her feet, albeit clumsily at first. Lisa shoved the log off of Jason's pelvis, then anxiously crawled up his chest, cupping his masked face in her hands, gazing directly into his eyes and begging for confirmation that he was unharmed. Mismatched eyes blinked back at her, then a rumbling grunt answered the fretting girl's question. She gave him a quick kiss on his mask, right where his twisted, misshapen lips would have been.

'Easy now... that's it, poor sweet thing.'

Jason sat up slightly, rubbing the back of his head, watching curiously as his mate ran her hands down his arms, across his shoulders, then worked on his chest and stomach. Some things never changed and Lisa's prior skills in nursing were surfacing once more, checking him for broken bones and internal injuries. However, when her hands pressed against his midsection, Jason reflexively bucked and held in a breath. Those fingers! Clever, light fingers! Lisa's head jerked upwards, tilting slightly, at first worried that she had accidentally hurt him further.

Far from hurting! That mischievous touch tickled. Smiling with relief, the girl continued, satisfied that the only thing here that was wounded was Jason's ego. Using the machete, Lisa freed the tether from Jason's ankle while her mate shook himself a little. After putting the blade back in the sheath on his leg, Lisa smirked, moving her hands back to his midsection while sitting on his lap.

Letting out a long, low and embarrassed groan, Jason's visible skin reddened slightly as he fought to hold in his gravely laugh. Before the girl could take anything too far and have him writhing at her mercy, he scooped an arm under the girl's rear end and simply hefted her over his shoulder as he stood up, making sure he had a firm grip on her so that she couldn't squirm free. Lisa's mouth was open, completely dumbstruck. Needless to say, she wasn't quite expecting this treatment. With a firm grunt, Jason started towards the old, abandoned camp once more.

'Hmph! Maybe I SHOULD have left you strung up in that tree for just a little while longer. Or...'

Although slightly dizzy from being slung upside down, (though getting a very fine view of her mate's muscular backside,) Lisa knew of one way to get him to let go. He may have had a tight hold on her torso and legs, but her hands were still free and his ribs were an easy target from this angle. Before she knew it, the girl had disrupted Jason's long, confident strides and had him swerving and bucking, working her quick and light little hands under his jacket in order to reach better tickle spots. Had she been able to make a sound, the girl would have yelped as her mate hastily shifted her into a different position. Carrying Lisa bridal style now, he made sure to pin the girl's arms in place whilst giving her a scolding yet somewhat bemused look. Even in play, she was using the skills he had taught her. Evasion, quick and precise strikes, and of course, exploiting any advantage and weakness you happen to come across. Giggling silently, Lisa cuddled up in Jason's arms, leaning forward to give him a light kiss and nip on the neck. In return, the brute aggressively nuzzled into the crook of his mate's neck, making sure to touch his freezing cold mask to her exposed skin where he could, a playful glint in his eye.

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The rest of the walk to the old cabins was quite pleasant. Lisa remained in Jason's arms, curling into his warmth as she lazily surveyed the untouched winter landscape. They took a slight detour, as Jason wanted to show his girl what the lake itself looked like during the winter. A thin layer of pure white coated the thick sheet of ice that completely covered the entire lake. With a somewhat purple hue to the cloudy sky above them and glistening snow blanketing the surrounding forest, it was just beautiful!

'Just like my good girl.' Jason sighed to himself, pulling Lisa into a hug.

A gentle yet gravelly purr reverberated in the powerful brute's chest as his girl returned his affection, mouthing the words, "Thank you."

Finally, he turned back for the cabins, still carrying Lisa in his arms. If anything else, she was quite warm, like a little heater he could easily take with him. Once up the steps of his old cabin, he finally set Lisa down before throwing open the door. Luckily, the snow hadn't done too much damage. Jason had taken precaution and boarded up the windows near mid-Fall, in anticipation of bad rain storms and heavy snowfall, especially in Mother's room. The two of them knelt down in a corner, throwing open the well concealed trap door before slipping down into the tunnels.

Overall, it was considerably warmer down here then one may have initially thought. Warm enough to spend the night down here should they decide too. Their horde of spoils had grown bigger over the course of the Summer and even into the Autumn. However come Winter and the amount of trespassers drastically decreased. Still, that was no excuse to get lazy. While Winter tourists were rarer, they still came the defile the land and Mother's memory. Under Jason's work table were several crates filled with canned food. A hot plate and pot rested on top, along with a tin camping cup filled with mismatched pieces of silverware. Weapons and tools of all shapes and sizes lined the walls, along with all sorts of various scraps and nicknacks. In the corner of the room, the bed was made, using a few plush sleeping bags as comforters with a faux fur blanket on top. Since Lisa had moved in, things were much cleaner and better organized down here. Though sometimes, she did such a good job of tidying up, Jason had a hard time locating something he had misplaced on purpose with the intent of being able to find it easier!

While Jason pawed through his vast collection of weapons, Lisa waited patiently, peering around her mate's broad form eagerly. Finally, the brute turned around, holding a recurve hunting bow and quiver of arrows out for her. He tilted his head, studying the girl's reaction. Now, he had let her fire his long bow before, even though it was difficult for Lisa considering it was somewhat big for her small frame and had a much heavier draw weight then what she had been expecting. However, recently, on one of those days Jason had gone out solo on an early morning extermination so that Lisa could return to sleep, he had been lucky enough to stumble upon a bow hunter (poacher was more accurate!) with a nice hunting bow that would be a perfect fit for the girl. For just such a special occasion, he had hid it away in his lair. Some men liked taking their ladies out to dinner. Others bought them jewelry and shiny trinkets. Jason, he liked giving his deadly weaponry!

'I hope she likes it." he fretted to himself, nervously.

Lisa smiled lovingly, taking the bow and testing the draw length. It was a good fit for her. Weapon still in hand, she rushed the brute in a tight hug, so hard that she nearly sent all three hundred plus pounds of solid muscle into the work table. At her enthusiastic way of saying "thank you", Jason chuckled softly, lowering Lisa's hood and running his hand through her short, spiky brown hair. Lifting up his mask, he kissed her on the forehead. Before either of them knew it, Lisa was in his arms, locked in a violently passionate kiss. She opened up her mouth, allowing him to explore with his tongue. When they parted for air, Lisa took in a few gasping breaths. But before they could get lost in the throws of heated ecstasy, one of the bells on the ceiling jingled sharply.

Both killers perked up and stayed completely still, eyes locked on the homemade alarm system. Sure enough, as if by their will, it went off again! They knew exactly where their unwanted guests were congregating. The bell in question was rigged up to a trip line connected to the old, now abandoned barn near the edge of the woods. Jason knew the place well. During the course of one rather eventful Summer, he decapitated a farmhand who had been harvesting and selling marijuana as a side business. (Mother was practically screeching like a banshee until the deed was done.) Since the original owner abandoned it, Jason had to raid elsewhere for his kerosene. It was also the same place where he had actually lost a fight with a different girl he had only tried to protect against the vileness of the world. Only the poor, misguided soul didn't see it that way. Always afraid, always shrieking, crying, begging... then her brother stormed his lair, set her free, then teamed up and attempted to strangle Jason by a chain wrapped around his neck that got tangled in a wood chipper! The infernal machine was still there. The massive brute shuddered slightly at the thought, though not enough for Lisa to notice. Nope! She was too busy equipping her quiver to her hip and examining the wickedly sharp arrowheads. Luckily, she understood Jason and why he needed to do what he did. Even better, she was all to eager to fight by his side. She really was a good girl!

"Let's go!" Lisa mouthed, gesturing with her head.

She pulled her hood back up and covered her face with the scarf once more. Nodding in confirmation, Jason equipped his own bow and quiver, then led the way through the tunnels, Lisa at his heels. After a few twists and turns, past the tunnel used to deal with the disposal of the dead bodies, extra store rooms, and a half excavated project, the two of them came to a rusty old ladder, leading upwards towards a metal grate. With a single shove, Jason had it dislodged, allowing them to climb out. Lisa glanced around, feeling a little bit awkward inside the overturned school bus that Mother Nature had long ago reclaimed as her own. Still, it was an effective place to conceal the tunnel entrance. Speaking of which, Jason moved the grate back in place, more paranoid then usual what with the snow covering the ground, making it more difficult to hide his own tracks, and Lisa's for that matter. Once outside and on the ground again, they sprinted for the trees, trying to keep as far from the main trail as possible, as not to alert potential targets.

When the deadly pair could just barely make out the rickety old red barn through the trees, the distinct noise of tires crunching and rolling on snow could be heard, along with excited whooping and shouting. A large, flashy, bright red SUV pulled to a stop in front of the barn doors as Lisa and Jason slunk through the foliage and snow, ears and eyes alert as they crept closer. Like clockwork, the vehicle doors flung open and six people, two girls and four boys, ranging in ages from late teens to mid twenties piled out, chattering and hollering to each other. At least since it was cold out, the intruders kept themselves covered up more, though there was something about the skin-tight leggings, impractical high-heeled boots, and short tutu skirt the tall, thin blonde girl was wearing that made Jason growl low in his throat, especially when she practically threw herself at one of the guys; a good looking dirty blonde with a professional dye job who kept taking selfies at every moment he got. Lisa sighed and rolled her eyes. Her old, so called "friends" used to do that all the time... (not that any sort of filters would save their complexions now!)

Before going in for the kill, they would need to study the trespassers and their intentions. Already, the group was unloading their car, and Jason could spot a few bottles of alcohol poking out of one of the packs, along with multiple coolers, sleeping bags, and some drug paraphernalia. All the ingredients for a party of debauchery!

"Jason... they're up to no good! They should have been paying attention to you. People like them let you drown. Punish them, Jason. Kill for Mother!" Mother hissed in Jason's ear.

Lisa could see Jason tense up, the way he usually did before going on the prowl. His hot breath hung heavy in the air with each deep intake. Cautiously, the two hunters stalked forward, keeping to the treeline and hidden amongst the shadows, listening in on the conversation going on between their prey.

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"Oh... my... God, it's fucking freezing!" complained the shorter, plumper black-haired girl wearing at least five pounds of wannabe goth makeup on her face.

She was dressed in all black and purple and looked like she'd rather be anywhere else but here. The other girl, Brandy, once she was able to peel herself out of the possessive arms of her boy toy, quipped back, "Oh Sarah, don't be such a downer! Besides, you remember what Dwayne and Todd were saying about this place on the ride over."

"Hmmm, that's right Sarah," snickered the largest of the men, a big collage jock sort wearing a winter cammo jacket and pants, "If you need to warm up, I can help you out."

With those words, he thrust his pelvis, grinding right up into Sarah's backside, causing her to squeal in disgust.

"Seriously, Dwayne?! You fucking pervert!" the goth chick shouted.

She turned around in an attempt to bitch slap him, though he quickly caught her wrist and just laughed. After a bit of prodding from one of the other guys, a rounder, geekier sort with glasses and thick black parka, Dwayne let go, though he had yet to scrub that insufferable smirk off his face as a few heavy bags were shoved into his hands.

"And you wonder why all your past girlfriends dump you after a week..."

"Shuddup, Todd! They just can't handle all this pure, one hundred percent... male!" Dwayne laughed, "Besides, what would YOU know about women, anyway?"

"And my parents tell me I'm in love with myself." sighed the blonde beefcake, who seemed to have his smart phone permanently glued to his hand, "WHAT? No bars? No internet access out here?! Dammit! How am I supposed to brag to my followers about actually going to Camp Blood if I can't post?!"

"Nate... put the selfie stick down and help us unpack! Besides, there's something for more valuable around here that I'd rather not be shared with all of Facebook." groaned the last of the six in a very effeminate voice, a boy named... by pure coincidence... Cody.

This one stuck out like a sore thumb, with brightly dyed neon green and orange hair, a pink cammo hoodie, and baggy pants. Not to mention the way he possessively put an arm around Todd's shoulder and started kissing and feeling up the other male. While Sarah and Brandy cooed over what a cute couple they were, Dwayne just rolled his eyes, mouthing "fagots!" under his breath.

"Soooooo... if you dragged us all out here in this frozen wasteland with no cell phone reception, no TV, and no internet, there better fucking be some of the good shit in there."

Sarah quietly tacked on, "Especially with you!" towards Dwayne with distaste. She was friends with Brandy, who's boyfriend Nate was friends with Dwayne, who had organized this little trip with the promise of an easy weed score. THAT was the only reason she was out here. Smoke it or sell it, where there were rumors of easy scores, they were all there. Luckily, even after only a few hours, she felt as though she had known Todd and Cody her entire life, so there was a safety buffer should Brandy be off with Nate and Dwayne tried to make a move on her again.

"But... ummmmm, didn't the last people to come into this place sort of... vanish?" Cody questioned, shakily.

"And how do we know there's even any stuff here?" Todd added on, "What if some of the local kids raided the joint and took any stash that was left?"

"Look, I already told you guys, the locals don't come out here! They're too scared of that Jason boogieman. We've heard the stories...just all of them. Retarded kid drowned, came back to life, saw mommy dearest get her block chopped, started killing. The end?"

Dwayne just shook his head and rolled his eyes. Rumor of an undead killer who couldn't be slain no matter what? Works for him if it meant the prize in which he was seeking was still there. Besides, just in case the legend was real, he had the foresight to pack a little something... extra that he wasn't about to share with the others.

The older boy threw open the old barn doors with a sigh, cursing as he nearly tripped over another rope. Dammit, that was twice! Who the hell went around rigging these things? Probably some prankster who was filming the entire thing with hidden cameras. Inside the barn was musty and just... old, nearly frozen in place from the time it was abandoned. There was a lot of assorted junk and a large wooden table, however if they worked together and shoved the larger pieces up against the wall, there would be enough room to comfortably set up their sleeping area. To the left hand side was a set of rickety wooden stairs, leading to the upper level. Separated by a wall was the barn's rather large tool shed, filled with some broken pieces of farming equipment, various gardening tools, and in the very back, a wood chipper.

Still oblivious to the fact that they weren't the only ones out there, they continued to make idle chat while bringing in the last of their gear from their SUV.

"Hey, hey, hey... I'm given to understand that it's not just Jason Voorhees out here anymore." Brandy mentioned, in an ominous whisper, "I overheard some cop back at the gas station talking about this place, and they mentioned some girl who moved out here like, half a year ago or something, who went completely crazy after she met... Jason!"

"Awwww... even psycho killers can get a girlfriend?" Cody cooed, snuggling up to Todd, "Or a boyfriend. Though I bet she's not as cute as you, Todd."

"Did you hear anything else?" Todd piped in, curious to learn more while clinging to his guy, "Mmmm... thanks, sweetie."

"Well I didn't exactly ask them for the entire story! I just smoked a roach!"

Brandy crossed her arms with a huff, squeaking a little as Nate pulled her close and kissed her, taking a snapshot of the moment, "Don't worry babe, I'll protect you from this Jason dude and his weirdo girlfriend."

"Pfftttt... Seriously you guys? Jason Voorhees, the guy who supposedly kills people who are having sex, getting himself a girlfriend?!" Sarah rolled her eyes and let out a loud groan towards the sky, "Pha-lease... it sounds like some sort of bad fan fiction!"

"You would know, wouldn't you, Sarah?" Brandy teased, as they all went inside the main room of the barn and shut the door.

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At the very edge of the treeline, Lisa had crouched down, hiding within the shadows, while Jason stood beside her. Those poor, young fools. They NEVER should have come! A smirk crossed the powerful brute's face; whatever prize they were seeking, he had found and destroyed long ago at Mother's orders. For some reason, that particular plant attracted these sorts kids like moths to a flame. It made them do strange things, cut them off from the world and bring pleasure when they should have been... paying attention. And the smell from the smoke! It burned his nostrils. Oh how he HATED that horrible stuff! Just as bad as the poison contained within those flashy glass bottles.

So far, as Jason and Lisa observed, Brandy and Nate were an obvious item, aloof and self-centered the both of them. It was obvious that sometime later on, they'd be shedding their clothes after a few drinks. Killing them shouldn't be too difficult, especially if they broke off from the safety of the pack. The goth girl who looked as though she was wearing an entire Hot Topic store, only seemed to be there for the promise of easy drugs.

'She'd probably sell out and sacrifice any of her friends if pushed into fight or flight.' Lisa snorted, inwardly.

Then, upon hearing a VERY familiar name, Lisa flinched, throwing a worried glance up to her mate.

A low growl echoed in Jason's throat. Cody... how he detested that name! Just hearing it reopened some old wounds of that good looking blonde boy that had tried to poach his girl multiple times!

'No, no, NO! Not again! She's MY good girl and you're not taking her away from me!'

Although Lisa could tell that this Cody looked NOTHING like the one Jason was obviously thinking of, and was clearly into other guys, she already knew THAT poor bastard's fate was sealed for that alone. Todd, Cody's boyfriend, didn't look like he'd be able to run anywhere too fast. Though he had pulled out a hunting knife and cut the rope near the barn door. (Great! Another trap Jason would have to fix and reset!) Finally, the apparent leader of the little expedition, Dwayne, Lisa could clearly tell was a spoiled, chauvinistic pig! Frowning beneath the scarf covering her face, she was already thinking of fun and creative ways to make him suffer on general principal!

The girl's head jerked up as Jason crouched down beside her and placed a huge hand on her shoulder. Lisa pointed towards a second story window, motioning with her hands and letting out a few chirp-like whistles, telling him that she intended to sneak in through there to get a better look once their quarry went inside. Jason nodded in understanding, gesturing to bright red SUV and then making strangling motions with his hands, indicating that he intended to disable it. However, both perked up when the group grabbed the last of their stuff and the topic inevitably turned to not just Jason... but to both of them! Now more curious then ever, once the last of the trespassers went inside and shut the door, Lisa sprang into action like a cat, lightly sprinting across the ground, circling around wide as not to attract attention with her footprints being left in the snow, then slung her bow over her back and shimmied her way up to the second story window. Jason felt his chest practically burst with pride, watching her. She too had become a sleek predator in her own right! A lithe, graceful little panther in contrast to a hulking, brutish grizzly bear.

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Lisa slipped inside without making a sound. Her small size and light weight made sneaking into old, creaky, noisy places like this a lot easier then it would have been for Jason. Stealthy as the brute was, these old, dusty, junk-riddled floorboards would have been groaning and protesting beneath his girth already. Having been brought here a few times in the past, the girl knew how to navigate the barn, top and bottom, pretty well. (Though only now did it strike her how reluctant Jason had been to go near the tool shed and normally didn't want her exploring around there for too long.) Funny how the darnedest things sprung to mind at the darnedest times.

Following the booming, obnoxious, laughing voices, Lisa weaved her way through the stacks and crates of junk, making her way to the stairway. Slowly, she slunk down, stopping at the edge of the shadows, blending in and looking down at the group of intruders as they set up their little camp on the ground floor. Ears perked and alert, the girl had to fight the urge to test out her new bow here and now when she heard the horrible and cruel words pouring from these inebriated and ignorant bags of flesh!

"If what you're saying is true Brandy, then... it wouldn't surprise me if this girl was blind." Dwayne sighed heavily, taking a swig of beer from the bottle in his fold up chair's cup holder.

"Why do you think she's blind? You know, if there really is some feral girl running around out here with that Jason guy." Cody inquired pulling a cigarette out of his jacket pocket.

Suddenly, Dwayne lost his somber tone and just burst out laughing, "Because, dumb ass, you'd HAVE to be blind to let THAT thing fuck you! Seriously, an old friend of my dad knew the little retard back when they were kids at the camp. He saw Jason drown, even helped make it happen, or so he claimed. Described him on several occasions. Milky blind right eye, a face that looked like his mother mistook him for a roast or something," he paused, taking another drink as the rest of the group gasped and snickered, "Ugly as fuck little shit, couldn't talk, couldn't swim, and dumb as a brick. Seriously, that guy's mom should have gotten an abortion and stayed in the kitchen... oh... wait... well, that all sort of happened, actually."

Lisa hissed silently, contemplating on just shooting that one here and now, not that this Dwayne fool deserved the mercy of a quick death. How dare he speak about Jason and his mother like that! But that wasn't all. Hardly!

"What if... I don't know, this chick is a victim of Stockholm syndrome or something?" suggested Todd, thoughtfully.

"Right... like the guy kidnapped her and she began to idolize and sympathize with his imagined plight?" Nate added, managing to look up from his phone for more than a few minutes.

"Eh... probably the only way he knew he'd get some. You know, maybe after watching so many people do it, Jason wanted to give it a go," Sarah shrugged, with indifference, "But, like what gutter mind here said, no one would ever want to screw that creature willingly. So he kidnapped and raped a girl for his own amusement and she fell for him, I guess. Sick little bitch..."

"Hey, I'd fuck some crazy murderess chick, especially if she was hot... or even kinda cute. Hell, I'D even teach Jason a thing or two about how to mount a bitch and make her do what you want. It's all about making your guy happy and giving into his demands." Dwayne snorted, "Speaking of which, one of you girls go make me a sandwich, would ya?"

Sarah gave the swine in human skin the middle finger while Brandy just rolled her eyes while she and Nate stood up.

"Make it yourself, Dwayne! Nate and I are gonna take a look around." Brandy announced, "Go to the old camp and see the lake. Besides... I need to my MY man happy"

"Take a million pics..." Cody snickered quietly.

"Oh... lucky you, Nate..." Todd cooed, "I packed some extra condoms if you need some... extra large."

While Nate and Brandy prepared to go out, giving Todd a few playful slaps at his comment, Sarah began poking around the rest of the barn, intent on seeing if there was any of that weed conveniently stashed nearby, leaving Dwayne to get his own damn food and Todd and Cody to make out a little.

"Hey Dwayne... out of curiosity, who was your dad's friend?"

At Todd's question, Dwayne let out a snort, "Dude by the name of Randal. Come to think of it, haven't heard from him in a while. Then again, he and the law don't exactly get along. The moron probably got nabbed by the cops or something."

Well, that explained a lot, if it was the same Randal that made the mistake of trying to abduct Jason!Having heard and seen enough, Lisa sneaked back up the stairs and out the window, lightly landing on the snow covered ground outside. She sprinted back for the trees, thankful for the heavier snowfall that had begun, already working to conceal her tracks. Looking around, she whistled softly, calling for Jason, wherever he was hiding.

When the girl found him, he was leaning against a tree, one that looked like he had punched a few times out of frustration and anger. At once Lisa knew. Jason had overheard what those fools were saying about him, her, and his beloved mother. His shoulders and chest were heaving while his fists clenched. The powerful brute's gaze snapped to Lisa when he heard her approaching and before she could react, he had already scooped her up in his arms and held her close. A little bewildered by his sudden affection, the girl returned it, even lifting up his mask and running her gloved hand along the mangled half of his face before lowering her scarf.

"Those fools have no idea." she mouthed, her sadness turning into anger.

Lisa pulled Jason into a deep, passionate kiss, pouring her aggression, want, and need into it. Those idiots called Jason stupid and retarded? Then what would that make them, coming out here when they know there's no longer just one killer patrolling Crystal Lake, but two?! And for what? Some weed they think may be stashed in an old barn?

The girl parted her lips, allowing Jason entry into her mouth with his tongue. Already she could feel a slight tingling in her spine, the sort she got before they were about to make a kill. When they parted, each licking their lips with satisfaction, they could make out the two, giggling forms of Brandy and Nate, out for their little stroll. Gently, Jason set his mate back down and they each took their bows off their backs. Glancing back at the barn, Jason snorted. They wouldn't be able to flee once the bloodbath began, at least not very fast, not with multiple slashed tires and a severed fuel line on their SUV!

Putting back on their respective masks, Lisa and Jason nodded to each other, stalking their first two human targets through the woods.

Author's Notes:: I just CAN'T stop! I loved working on A Love Worth Killing For so much I wanted to start up another one, this one focusing on Lisa and Jason some months after the events in which the poor girl became a mute herself. (Stupid trespassing camper bitch!) It's a little tricky, considering the two main characters can't speak in a traditional sense and misinterpretations can happen.

Most of all, I really wanted this part of the story to take place in the winter, what with the biting cold and frigged white snow as a contrast to the blood bath that is to occur! OMG, I cannot get over just how adorbes Jason and Lisa are together. The idea of those two having a snowball fight and playing with each other, well, I could imagine it going just like that!

Poor Jason, even he's not infallible... caught in his own trap! That was actually Lady Voorhees' idea, so I ran with it. Wanted a bit of heartfelt and funny. Lisa's always fretting over her big lug.

(Minor spoiler alert!) Archery lessons with Jason... gonna be super sexy!

And we have the introduction of fresh corpses-I mean trespassers-I mean friends, I mean... oh you get the idea, it's a Friday the 13th story, people, what do YOU think is gonna happen?! I could NOT resist sneaking in that "Sounds like bad fanfiction" line. Hey... if you can't make fun of yourself, what business do you have making fun of anyone else? Anyways, hope you enjoy. And please, please, PLEASE give my amazing and inspiring friend Lady Voorhees some love! Lot's of blood and guts in the next chapter. Until then, enjoy this cliffhanger!

Disclaimer:: You should know by now that I don't claim to own Ft13th, Jason Voorhees, Crystal Lake, etc. Lisa is owned by Lady Voorhees, used with permission.