* Hey everyone! Toribird here with a 'Jennifer's Body' fanfic! I've wanted to do a 'Jennifer's Body' fanfic for such a long time now but haven't found the time or the inspiration to write. Now I do. Enjoy.
Staring at these four walls is starting to make me crave blood.
I'm not surprised by this insane desire for violence. Ever since Jen bit me in that fight, I've noticed myself change into the monster I never thought I'd become.
What does surprise me is how much I love being a monster. It empowers you in a weird way.
Well, maybe not so weird as self-satisfying. It's about damn time I grew some claws.
I was always the weak one. The needy one. I always depended on others. Like Jen.
Thinking of the brunette beauty who dominated so much of my young life makes me nostalgic. In some ways I miss her. In other ways I don't.
I miss the Jennifer I came to know of as a child, when we idled our days playing in the sandbox with our dolls. Back then, she was so unsure of herself, so afraid of the world around her because of her parents divorcing and fighting so much around her.
She depended on me in those days. I was glad to have attention, any attention. I love my mom, but her depression causes her to overlook certain things. One of those certain things being me.
Back to Jen- it wasn't until Junior High when she discovered boys did she become the Jennifer everyone remembers.
I can remember those panicky days of Junior High. I was always stumbling and trying to catch myself before anyone saw. I envied Jennifer for her newfound grace and charisma, while I became awkward and shy.
As much as I envied Jen, I was also scared of her in some ways. Seemingly overnight, she became this powerful person that everyone wanted to know and love. She wasn't my Jen anymore.
Losing the Jen I grew up in the sandbox with was another reason for my panic in Junior High. I never told Jen how I was feeling. I tried, but then I ran into an open locker and wound up with a massive nosebleed.
"God, Needy, bleed much?", Jen said exasperatedly when she finally turned back to see why I wasn't beside her.
That was how Jen was. A Class-A bitch but I didn't care. I needed Jen.
I like to think that she needed me, too. I was what kept her grounded up until Low Shoulder inexplicably kidnapped and killed her.
Then she became possessed by a demon who turned her into a man-eating whore. Literally.
I can't believe I didn't see it coming. Jen was that kind of girl who would take a boy, chew on his heart, then spit him right back out. I watched her repeat this pattern with several guys.
If Jen was anything, she was predictable. I was always able to know what she was going to say and when. Guess it's somewhere in the job description of Blood Sister.
Remembering that day in the sandbox when I kissed the dot of blood from Jen's hand twisted the hot knife of grief in my chest. In taking Jen's blood, I somehow became able to sense Jen from wherever she was.
That was how I knew Jen was killing Colin that night. I may not have known exactly what she was doing, but I knew she was doing something bad.
It wasn't until after Colin's funeral that I put two and two together.
It seemed fitting that it would all end in blood. That was what connected Jen and I. Blood Sisters to the end.
And even after the end, I can still sense Jen. I know she's happy wherever she is. She's probably some beautiful white angel lounging on clouds.
Sometimes I wish I was with her. Even in death, Jennifer still draws me to her.
She'll probably draw me to her forever. The flame beckoning my moth. She will always consume me in her caress.
My Blood Sister. My life. My afterlife. My eternity.
* R&R please!