A/N: This is really just a "what if" thing we've toyed with. What if Maria met Helen and Mena? What if they had to live together? Done with redplanetes permission, ok sorta with her permission. Alright, she doesn't know. Don't tell her!
redplanetes: don't tell me what?
CleverNickname: O.O;;
redplanetes: Tell me!
CleverNickname: …
redplanetes: Do you want to go to the cornfield?!
CleverNickname: NO NOT THE CORNFEILD!
Also you may notice that I recycle lines, scenes and themes a lot. Hell this is a fanfic, so technically everything is borrowed.
AND this fic SHOULD be considered half of redplanetes because they are her characters and this sprang from her tolerance of my silly RPing games with her. Thank you red, you are a huge inspiration. (please not the cornfield!)
PART 1
Helen bent down to rip open the man's stomach. He was still alive. She could smell fear. Delicious.
Just as she was going to devour the meal she heard a sound. She turned to see a young woman gazing at the scene in horror. Annoyed, she rose to face the trespasser. The girl ran away.
Something was odd, she could smell it. The girl had a scent. He could smell her fear, but she had that scent. She had that scent!
She couldn't let her get away.
Normally it would have been a very homey scene.
The older woman was sitting comfortably with the younger one. They were both sewing and talking and joking. At first glance you would notice the odd implement on the older woman's leg, at the second you would notice the odd topic of conversation, then you would notice the flesh eating monster walking in and out of the room occasionally.
If you had dared to move closer he would then see the odd colored leather that was being worked with was human skin.
The younger woman, a girl really, was using an old fashioned sewing machine, the older one was sewing by hand, since her handicap didn't allow her to work the treadle. The conversation continued steadily, occasionally bursting into loud laughs or conspiratorial snickers. However there was no shy, feminine giggling. Everything was frank and open.
"Like this?" asked the girl, holding up her unfinished handiwork to the other woman. She tilted her head and nodded, "still a little crooked but much better."
"Thanks!" said the girl enthusiastically. She peered at the seam, "even with the machine cross stitching is hard." She concluded
"Yeah," the older woman agreed, "but just keep trying Menaed, this is a great idea."
"I know" agreed the girl proudly, "I don't really care about fashion but, God, these are gonna look awesome." The older woman merely nodded to that.
The conversation between the two stopped as both women looked up from their sewing to watch the monster walk happily into the room.
"Wow," thought Helen, the older woman. Walking happily was the only way to describe it. The monster had a spring in his step that she had rarely seen, and never to such a degree. The monster was excited, antsy, cheerful.
"Good hunting?" asked Helen, thinking that was the reason for his pleased mood. Musta been a hell of a catch.
To their surprise the monster laughed. "Very good." He said with a grin.
Both women sensed his double meaning, but of course they couldn't discern it exactly, they could sense his excitement though.
"Don't you look like the cat that's caught the canary," Helen observed, "what makes you so happy?"
"Secret." the Creeper said simply with another, broader grin.
"I would love to know your secret." Helen said in a low voice with plain interest, but he simply smiled again and walked silently off. The women knew better to pry; the monster had decided not to tell them, that was that. Yet also, without words, their lover conveyed that they would soon be privy to his secret anyway, they merely had to be patient.
Over the next few days the monsters mood didn't disappear, instead it grew, along with other things.
"God", said a dazed Mena afterwards to her aunt. "I would like whatever he's taking!" Helen could merely nod in agreement, her curiosity running wild. Of course she loved the monster's sudden increase in energy and the marathon sex that had resulted, but she had no idea what had caused it, she never saw it before. Her niece bombarded her with questions, since she considered her aunt the resident monster "expert" but Helen was just as stumped as the younger woman.
"I've never seen him so horny; he usually takes time off to eat at least." Helen said, musing about his bizarre (well more bizarre than usual) behavior.
"Maybe," Mena speculated, "maybe because of us he has more leisure time." When Helen looked puzzled the young woman elaborated. "Well with us he can hunt more efficiently right? Since we help he has more time, and well, how would you spend your spare time?" She winked to emphasize her point and both women burst into laughter.
Later on private reflection Helen thought that view was probably wrong. Although they had a surplus of food from the roadhouse the Creeper still killed and hunted, and didn't seem terribly interested in cold meat. Besides he was an efficient hunter with or without his companions. For some reason she remembered her dream at that moment.
"There's something else going on here," Helen said later during their brief bout of free time, "something that has to do with his 'secret'" Mena agreed, her face shining with unabashed inquisitiveness, but like her aunt she did not probe the monster with unnecessary questions about the "secret".
The mystery soon deepened however. One day, after one of his many absences the Creeper came home with a new weapon.
"Whoa cool machete!" Mena cried. "Where'd ya get it?"
The monster gave his Cheshire-cat grin. "Woman." He gave as an answer.
There was a moment of puzzlement, then Helen had a realization, he got it from a woman? It made sense; the machete was obviously a human creation. It looked well made, but it didn't seem to have a personality, as if was a standard factory prepared. The monster obviously agreed with Helen, for he began modifying it immediately.
Automatically Helen looked for a woman's corpse, but the Creeper had brought none in with him. She wondered if it might be in his truck, then realized there might be no corpse. He night have stolen it, or it might have been a gift…
She shot a look toward her monster who immediately smiled, understanding her thoughts instantly. Her heart raced knowing it had to do with the "secret".
Mena touched the machete gently. "High quality steel" she announced," very sharp", the monster let her examine it more closely, "it's odd that it's painted black, plastic handle, doesn't look very used, obviously made by humans" she said quickly reaching the same conclusion her aunt did. Helen felt a welling of pride.
Mena continued to fiddle with the new machete, "you say you got it from a woman?" The Creeper merely smiled non-committaly and took it back. Helen saw Mena's face change; she realized this too was about the "secret."
Both women kept themselves admirably contained, but they finally broke after the monster announced, almost casually "no sleep."
At first they thought he was talking about them. He didn't want them to sleep? But then he elaborated, "will not sleep. I" he said gesturing to himself.
Helen involuntarily held her breath and glanced at her niece, who looked equally stunned. She realized that his time was drawing to a close, but he just said…
"You won't sleep anymore?" she asked in disbelief, just to make sure. The Creeper nodded in satisfaction.
Helen had to sit down, fast.
She was a woman who accepted what could not be changed, despite it being the thing she wanted with a passion few people would, or could ever understand, her time with the monster was set. There was only a small amount of it. She couldn't stop it from happening, trying to would be as foolish as trying to stop the tides, and Helen Murdoch was not a foolish woman.
But now, now…
Helen looked up from the floor, Mena wasn't surprised to see her eyes shining, she was reeling herself.
"How did you do this?" she whispered.
The Creeper took her hand and pulled her up.
"Show you." he promised.