Yet another relocated story! This two-shot is basically how much Jennifer tries to save Needy's life by pushing her away. Full of angst!

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Jennifer's POV

My blood was boiling. Every fiber in my being ordered me to lunge at the willing prey presenting itself in front of me—vulnerable, but oh so willing. The soft curves of this creature's body was hypnotizing me and pulling me in further. Her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils and made my mouth water with what I perceived to be my venom. I wanted to sink my teeth into her body and revel in the feeling of her body twitching as it fought against death. I closed my eyes and imagined myself latched onto Needy's neck, drinking in her life and clutching onto her small body trying to savor the taste of her essence.

I am a monster. I'm still Jennifer Check, but I'm the embodiment of the perfect killer. I seduce the seduce-able (mostly boys) and eat them because I just get so fucking hungry. I get weak because of something inside me. I try not to eat, I really have tried but the evil inside of me compels me to eat—to feed its addiction. And now it's become mine.

The only difference between Jennifer and the monster is that I don't eat the frightened ones. I still have enough humanity in my system to direct my actions enough to make it look like I have a conscience. I can't eat the unwilling. Sure, they realize their danger at some point after my eyes turn yellow and my fangs inch out but majority of the time, they are so captivated by me. It's in my nature, really. I'm the most popular girl in school and every boy wants me—which makes it so much easier to do my job. There was only one guy, Toby, who was afraid of me from the beginning. He must have sensed the evil in me and avoided me all the time. He was a nice guy, always helping me with my English homework, but I had to kill him anyway or else he'd tell somebody about my secret. I knew it got out of hand the day I saw him crying in the occult section of our high school library. Too fucking smart for his own good. I made it as quick and painless as possible but after, I just couldn't bring myself to eat the body. He was a good kid.

I may be the object of every boy's and girl's desire but I'm also the most clichéd popular girl from a small town in Massachusetts—I'm just too fucking insecure. And only Needy knows that. Only Needy has the privilege to see who I really am behind the curtains of my performance because she is my best friend. Without her, I'd probably be a coke whore like every other ill-fated insecure bitch. She's my rock. She's my everything. We'd only begun to explore the sexual part of our complex relationship just recently and I've got to say, she gives me the best fucking orgasm that no other girl could have. I was her first and I was totally glad about the fact that the Chipinator's little pencil dick didn't get through to her enchanted gates. I'm a little possessive.

But something changed so much. Despite the fact that she loves me and I love her, it doesn't minus the reality of the situation, I had seduced her. And now the monster in me wants her. Wants to fucking eat her guts. I can't bring myself to do it though here I am, stalking towards my prey, being pushed by my demon towards a girl who mistakenly believes that Jennifer Check is just really horny for her tonight.

"Needy?" I tried to make my voice lower, deeper. More commanding. I needed to get my point across. Apparently, it only spurred Needy's arousal more. The smell of her sex was wafting towards me, wrapping my brain in the thought of fucking her senseless. But I had to concentrate. I needed to make her afraid of me.

Needy had been typing out her homework on her laptop. We were in her room. Her house had always felt like real home to me, somehow. Maybe it was because Needy was there. Then again, wherever Needy is, I'm home.

She looked at me with lusted eyes and I wanted to throw myself at her with either passion or monster-hunger. My body was confused. She seemed to see the importance of my gaze at her and she closed the laptop and put it away, facing me on the bed, sitting cross-legged. I was sitting with my legs tucked under and my arms stretched out in front of me in an almost girly way of preparing to lunge for prey.

We stared at each other for what seemed like eternity before she reached out a hand and stroked my cheek. I was already dying from needing to be closer to her and I almost flinched at the electric feeling of her fingertips against my heated skin. She always felt much cooler than I did, but now, the intensity of her need for me caused her skin to almost match the temperature of my own.

She leaned in closer to me, until I realized that she was listening to the sound of my heartbeat. Already beating fast because of the sexual tension, it was magnified by the excitement of the demon whose prey was just near enough.

"Jen, are you ok? You don't really seem like yourself." She whispered against me. Her soft breath fluttered against my chest and raised goose bumps on my skin. Okay, the hunger was really starting to get to me. I needed to fight this. I can't kill her. She didn't know I ate boys let alone had a demon inside of me playing with my heart. It was all too much.

I grasped her arms roughly and pushed her away at arm's length, trying to convey the message through my eyes. I didn't want to say that I was so close to killing her so I let the intensity of my eyes do the talking. Surely, she would get the point but now she just looked really confused about what was going on.

"I'm not who you think I am." I gritted my teeth and dug my fingers almost painfully into her shoulders.

"Don't be silly, Jen. I know you." She said with an innocent smile and punctuated her sentence by catching me off guard with a kiss on my lips. I was battling my urges to fuck or eat her, but with that simple gesture I fought the need to eat at bay as I did my own eating and ravage her mouth with my own. I pushed her onto the bed and she moaned as I slipped in between her legs. Her hot tongue was fighting against mine but my strength greatly surpassed her own and I had her tightly pinned beneath me.

I must have been too aggressive (not that she would have minded. She loves dominant Jennifer) because before I knew it, hot liquid pooled into my mouth and by the taste of it, I realized that I had bitten into her lip. She gasped into my mouth and I jumped off of the bed, trying to get as far away from her as possible but I couldn't resist licking her blood from my lips. She tasted better than I had ever imagined. I went down on her before but the taste of her blood was truly sublime.

The reaction from her was not what I expected. "Jen! How the hell did you get over there so fast?" She laughed as she rose from the bed and started towards me, a tiny trickle of blood appearing at the seam of her lips. I wanted to fucking lick it. She backed me up against a wall and nuzzled into my neck, aligning her body with mine.

"You just had to say so, if you wanted to do it standing up." She said mischievously.

On any other occasion I would've laughed at that and replied with a snarky comment, but tonight I couldn't fuck her or I'd lose control and kill her. No, I needed to scare her. Frighten her. So that she would never want to see me again and she would be safe. Her being alive mattered more to me than an evening meal.

"Fuck, Needy. Will you fucking stop? Get off of me!" I pushed her away, feeling the monster settle in. I needed a little bit of it to complete my act. Just a little glimpse at my yellow eyes and fangs and I'd have her running for the hills for sure.

Concern flashed through Needy's big, brown eyes but as strong and confident that she was (some things that I would never be), she stood her ground and faced me squarely. This was going to be tough. I fucking loved it when she was hot and bothered like this. I groaned internally.

"What the fuck is going on, Jen?"

"I'm evil."

She rolled her eyes at me.

"Jen, we've already been through this before. You're high school evil. Not evil, evil." I had tried telling her once before but we ended up having sex that night. Tonight was different because I was fucking starved.

"No, really, you don't understand. I eat boys, Needs. Remember that indie band that came to Devil's Kettle around the time Melody Lane burned down? Well they did some voodoo crap on me that night and well, I have a demon inside of me now and almost every night I have to…feed…on…flesh." I stopped rambling because Needy looked as if she were constipated with laughter. She wasn't taking me seriously and that was making me fucking angry.

"What? You don't fucking believe me?"

After she had calmed down some, and wiped some tears from her eyes, she replied. "Jennifer, I love you. And you would never hurt me. It's not that I don't believe you, it's just so fucking crazy that you think you can hurt me!"

What? She was accepting me? Now, of all times, when hunger was beginning to rapidly cloud my human judgment? It was now or never, I was going to scare her to get her to see me for who I really was. What other option was there for me?

I don't snarl but I heard myself do it as my body began to change. My front teeth retracted a little bit to give way to the sharp incisors that protruded from my mouth. By now I knew that my eyes had turned into yellow or possibly even another, more sinister color. The strength of my hunger was fueling my every move now.

Needy's eyes widened and began backing away. "Jen, what are you doing?" I moved closer to her, enough for her to see the lamplight glint off of my teeth.

"I need you frightened." To illustrate my point, I leaned into her and ran the tip of my nose along the column of her neck. I couldn't resist smelling her; the monster in me was getting out of control. It wanted to eat her now. Her heart began to beat faster and my plan was working…only, I didn't quite get to the part where I planned to stop. Shit.

I wanted to taste her so I stuck my tongue out and lapped at her jugular vein at the juncture of her neck and jaw. I was careful not to let my razor-sharp teeth pierce through her alabaster skin but the prospect was really tempting as I sensed the delicious, hot blood rushing under her skin. By now, she was shivering and I almost burst into tears at the thought of hurting her like this.

"Are you scared?" I whispered against her skin and I felt her nod. I closed my eyes in pain. I never wanted to do this but this was the only way to save her.

Then, I pushed her rather forcibly onto the bed and I quickly averted my eyes before I got to see the tears pooling in Needy's eyes. I turned around and headed for the window.

"Jen, wait!" Needy ran towards me and wrapped her arms around me from behind. "No, please don't go. We can work this out!" I turned to face her and retracted my fangs to speak more properly.

"Don't you get it? God, Needy, I'm going to fucking kill you if you don't let go of me now! I knew there was something wrong with you besides the obvious surface flaws: you're just too stupid to notice it!" Okay, I had to have her back the fuck off somehow. There was no joy for me in this unlike in school, where torture was my favorite period. I was feeling the torture and pain just as much as she did.

"You just can't—," she silenced me with her lips and I was still so heated up that I gave in to the kiss. I had to stop doing this, but her lips against mine was one of the best feelings in the world. She backed us up and we found ourselves on the bed again. She quickly shed our clothes off. Makeup sex was bomb. Makeup sex with Needy while hunger-crazed was even better.

She started sucking on my neck and I hissed at the sensation. I quickly slid my hand between us and shoved two fingers in her, not worrying about working her up to it because she was already so fucking wet.

"Ungh, Jen. That feels so good." Needy looked beautiful with her eyes closed and her face contorted with ecstasy. But I realized that I didn't want her to feel good. I wanted her to feel scared for fuck's sake! And so I thrust harder…

"Ah!" Needy gripped on tighter to my shoulders. The walls of her sex here clamping onto my fingers and I had to act fast. I plunged another finger into her and mercilessly drilled my hand into her. Her screams of passion were quickly becoming screams of pain. And I forced myself to hear it—to remind me of how much she meant to me because I wouldn't be trying so hard not to kill her if she wasn't the girl I was deeply in love with.

"J-Jen…" She was pleading with her eyes that were fogging up.

"What? I thought that this was what you wanted?" I thrust into her harder and she shut her eyes from the pain. I'm glad she did. Then she wouldn't have to see the tears beginning to flood my eyes.

"What's wrong, Needs? This is what I am. This is what you wanted." I spoke to her in a taunting voice. Now, she was really crying and I was powerless to stop it. The hunger in me was just too strong and I had to get the fuck out of there.

After I felt that Needy had had enough, I swiftly pulled out and threw on my clothes, leaving her sprawled on the bed in a rape-esque position.

No amount of words can describe how much pain was etched into Needy's beautiful face. Her pain mirrored my own. I wanted to go back to her and kiss away the pain. I wanted to hold her and whisper 'I love you' a million times and again. Just so that I'd have a reason to have her in my arms. I wanted everything to be okay; I needed to be her Jennifer and I wanted her to be my Needy. But the demon in me ruined everything. I'm a monster and she is the prey I am hunting. There's no escaping that fact.

To ease her pain, I lifted my façade by a fraction of an inch and revealed the powerless Jennifer that was hiding inside, overthrown by the hungry monster. I offered a tiny, apologetic smile and hoped that my face conveyed the true depths of my feelings. Her eyes watered again.

"Jen, please…"

Just then, I almost doubled over with pain in my gut. Reality came crashing down on me again and my senses were overrun with the scent of weak prey and a deep ache in my stomach. She whimpered with fatigue. It was ironic that an hour ago, she was the bright and bubbly Needy that I loved and now, broken, she was a shell of shattered memories because of me. Fuck my life.

I leaped out of her window, into the darkness of the night and searched for an easy target. After everything that happened, after everything I'd done, a scumbag sounded so fucking appealing.