Friday the 13th : The daughter of Jason

Chapter: Bella

Bella hated teenagers, she loathed them. This may sound sort of hypocritical considering she herself was a teenager but she was different – she was no more human then her father. No she didn't mean Charlie, Charlie was her aunts ex-husband whom had allowed her to stay with him. She had decided almost three years ago to leave her home with her father – her mother had long since died in childbirth, but she was human so go figure. It was little loss to Bella, she felt bad but only for her father who had loved her mother, if only a little. He loved her more though, she was his pride and joy and lived up to the family name with shocking gruesome results. Bella looked like her father, though she had been saved the deformity her father had unfortunately been born with, she got her beauty from her mother. She had mahogany brown hair a mix between her father's natural brown and her mothers fiery red. Her eyes were a dark chocolate brown, which at times appeared ravens black. She found it fitting a raven was considered a death omen, she was a death omen. People had called her a anti-Christ, being the daughter of the mass serial killer who never seemed to die.

Bella never cared, she was a independent person, no one knew of what she looked like. This was how she had been able to change her name, at least her last, and come live in the little town of Forks, Washington after living a year with her Aunt Renee. Of course leaving home behind meant she couldn't kill whenever she felt like it, no she had to show restraint. It was hard, Jessica Stanley was annoying and she had contemplated shoving her number two pencil threw the girls eyes hundred of times. This was one reason why she was all to happy that her boyfriend – yes even a monster like her could love – could not read her mind.

Edward Cullen – she shuddered at the name, he had left a little over three months ago and it had hurt so much. Worse then any injuring she had been dealt by past victims. Sighing Bella ran a hand through her hair looking out her window at the street bellow. Narrowing her eyes as a teenaged couple kissed and hugged, groping each other happily across the street. Filth, all of them! Why should they be happy if she could not? Edward, oh how she had loved that man. He had been beautiful, Immortal – just like her. He had told her with shame of his rebellious period as a human drinker – he was a vampire, such amazing creatures – and though she had put on a mask of indifference and sadness she had felt proud of him. It turned her on to be truthful. She knew though from his reaction she could never tell him the truth about herself, he'd condemn her, condemn her father, and she would not have that. Her father was her life, he meant everything to her, anyone who threatened him forfeited their life.

She liked Forks, it reminded her a bit of home. It was small, rainy, cloudy, damp, cold half the time. It was so similar but so different. Though one thing always stayed the same, teenagers sinning together. She was numb now, so like how she always was before she left the life of killing behind. Oh, she knew she'd be back to that life, it was who she was born to be but she wanted to see what normal teenager saw, without the filth of course. Her father had been hard pressed to let her go, he didn't want her within temptation but she convinced him, and with a hug and a kiss she left with her Aunt Renee. Renee was the only one to know the full truth. Bella's mother, Maybel had been a survivor of Jason but had been curious of the masked man. She was deformed herself, not by birth but by a accident with a bear, her face was covered in scars as was the rest of her body. Maybel gained Jason's trust over a span of a year, her family pretty much thought her dead at camp blood.

Maybel didn't care about Jason's deformity, they were two of a kind and she fell in love. Two years latter in 1987 Maybel fell pregnant and on September 13 Maybel gave birth to a screaming baby girl. Unfortunately Maybel did not live through her ordeal. Jason did mourn but he did not love her as deeply as the she loved him, love was a hard emotion for him to feel and give. In honor of Maybel he named their daughter Isabella Marie Voorhees. Bella smiled, yes she was Isabella Voorhees. Looking down at her hands she smiled at the hokey mask just like her fathers only instead of red markings hers were pink – ironic is a way. In her other hand was a old machete which looked to have dried blood at the handle where the blade met the handle.

"Maybe it's time I returned home," Bella muttered to herself before lifting the mask to her face, fastening it and clinching her fist around her machete. 'I'll leave Forks with a little reminder – encase they ever come back,' Bella thought as she smirked behind her mask. She turned and walked out the bedroom door, no one would recognize her, she wore a dark blue jean zip up shirt over a purple bra and panty set and dark boot cut blue jeans and a black belt. A sliver of skin was exposed between her pants and shirt and she wore black ankle length boots which gave her.

She paused at the front door, looking into the living room where Charlie slept in the recliner. She tilted her head and then turned back to the door, opening it silently and disappearing out of it. She would let Charlie live, he had never done anything to her, he had let her live with him, if there was two people who were safe from her it was Renee and Charlie...maybe Jacob..maybe.

A/N: Hey, I'm sorry guys about this, I know I have so many other unfinished stories but this plot bunny snuck up on me and said, hey, write me! I tried to deny it, afraid this would bug out, the crossover that is. I love Friday the thirteenth, my favorite next to Nightmare on Elm street and then Halloween but I was watching and reading Friday the 13th and the idea would not leave me alone so here it is. Bella is now..doing something instead of mopping around. Latter the Cullen's will be back, but not for a few chapters. I have it all planed out, in the end I think you will all be shocked. Also this story is gonna be short, maybe no more then ten chapters, possibly fifteen but I doubt it will exceed that. Please tell me what ya'll think and maybe let me know who you want to see her kill, Mike is a given as is Jessica, any suggestions on how they should die is welcome as well. I love hearing from you all.

Ciao,

Lily!