Creeper's Captive

Well, here it is. This story started as the very beginning of my Jeepers Creepers fanfiction ideas, with Goliathus and Ami. However, it is different in many ways from "The Goliathus Chronicles". I had only written one very long chapter, and then for years left it alone, working on the other ideas. Now, it has become a fanfiction of a fanfiction...while still utilizing my own imagination. After reading "What Happened to Maria Adams Then" by CleverNickName I got inspired to turn this story into something of that nature. I need to give credit where credit is due, with the idea of a "breeder". This is not my own idea originally. However, I have taken that idea and ran with it. I hope you like what has become an ongoing obsession with me. I have a lot of this story already written and much more to write. I really hope you will enjoy it and please leave some feedback, all of us writers hunger for it...we really do. You will notice some similarities to my other story as well as the use of familiar names like Goliathus, Ami...and Solarus. But the story is a different entity, and so are the characters.

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The kitchen was alive with the scents of various herbs and spices, as young Ami Quinn stood over her large pot, stirring with a frustrated expression furrowed into her brow. Sighing, she tasted the soup and grabbed the salt, realizing it needed a lot more. It had seemed nothing had gone right this day. She had woken up, ready to enjoy her day off and go nature hiking, one of her favorite activities...only to discover the weather had decided to turn against her, it was raining. The afternoon only seemed to bring more rain. Going out to some place like the mall or a museum was even less appealing...Ami did not like people, and in fact, she preferred her solitude. Yep...just her and her nice little cabin hidden in the woods.

She looked behind her out her large bay window and watched as the rain spattered against the porch. There was at least something beautiful about the rain, and the way the droplets danced off of objects or swirled into puddles of various shapes and sizes wherever it decided to go. Lost in her thoughts, she ended up watching the rain for too long. After a while, a burning scent caught her nose.

Well, there went dinner.

The cooking having also been a disaster, Ami resided herself to heading up to her bedroom and getting into her most cozy robe. It was a big fluffy red one made of fleece, and after shucking off her clothes and quickly putting it on, she resovled to solve her hunger issue with a TV dinner and a cup of hot tea downstairs.

After turning on the TV she popped in a disc into the DVD player and flopped down on the couch to watch one of her favorite horror movies. She loved creature features, and had probably seen every such movie in existance. Something about monsters delighted her. Though at times they were scary (if the movie wasn't cheesy), monsters more often than not fascinated her.

A few hours later Ami found herself snapping her eyes open. A loud banging noise had startled her right out of sleep. She found herself staring at a now blank TV screen and the cabin was dark. The half-eaten TV dinner was sitting there on her coffee table and she mentally chided herself for having fallen asleep.

Power outage? It was raining hard outside, but there wasn't any lightning as far as she could tell.

Sighing, she got up to go to the basement and check the fuses. Just before she could leave the living room, however, another loud BANG caused her to spin on her feet.

The bay window.

There was the ear-splitting sound of breaking glass. The eruption of wind, rain, and eerie howling which followed caused Ami to shriek despite herself and she fell on her back.

It must have been a tree. Her first thought was of how damned expensive it was going to be to have to replace that window.

Then, there was another sound...one she didn't recognize. Something between a snarl and a huff.

Ami squinted through the nearly blinding rain and wind, she was getting soaked but hardly paid attention as she realized a tall figure was standing on her porch.

A man?

Robbery?

Silhoutted against the pale moonlight, she could barely make out any of his features. He was just tall and...wrong. Unable to explain it, she could practically feel the ominous atmosphere that seemed to ooze around him.

She saw fingers flex, heard a low growl. He took a step towards her.

Ami was torn between the fight or flight reflex. Part of her wanted to get up and run, the other part of her wanted to attempt to jump the guy and knock him right off the porch, for breaking her window.

For a robber, he sure didn't know anything about being discreet.

Wait a minute, this was a dream, right? Of course it was, she had just seen a horror movie. It was probably a stupid nightmare. Except the fact remained that she was wet, cold, and frightened, and it all felt rather real.

And so did he.

With another heavy footstep he came closer, and finally Ami moved and scrambled backwards. She tried to get up to turn and run, but he suddenly grabbed her. Now overwhelmed with fear, she screamed and kicked, but he didn't even flinch and headed back out his makeshift entrance.

The rain was coming down so hard that Ami was already wet and miserable. Her abductor had her tightly in his grasp and was half carrying, half dragging her along. Ami couldn't get herself to speak up and say anything. It seemed rather pointless and she was too terrified anyhow. They only traveled a small distance down a muddy hill until she could make out some kind of old-looking truck partially hidden near some bushes. And although she kicked and protested some more, he opened up the back and tossed her in like a rag doll, and slammed the door shut. She heard the sound of a lock clank in her ears.

Ami froze. For a moment she could hear nothing but the loud patter of rain on the truck's roof. The air was dank and smelled horrible, the scent was almost like the strong tang of metal and something rotting. It was enough to churn her stomach and make her want to gag, but she resisted. Looking around it was too dark to see anything, and then she felt her weight get violently shifted to the side as her attacker jumped into the front seat, started the engine, and took off quickly. Bouncing around in the back painfully, Ami eventually managed to work her way over to a corner and grab what seemed like a hanging chain so she could get some balance. She couldn't tell for sure but it seemed her driver was trying to hit every large rock or pothole he could find in the road. That's if they were on a road, it was impossible to tell since she couldn't see anything. All she knew was that she wanted to get out of this truck. Crawling to the door slowly, she tried to open it but realized it was locked tight and the handle would not budge. Her heart sank, the reality of it finally settling in. Ami had always had trouble with reality, but eventually it sunk its way into her brain.

She had been abducted. Some crazy psycho probably. He was either going to rape her, torture her...or worse.

Another large bump practically would have slammed her into the other side of the truck, if it were not for the large chain she was clinging to. After a few minutes she unwrapped her fingers from it and realized they were finally on a road...wherever they were going...the ride had gotten a lot smoother albeit still painful on her rear.

After many more minutes Ami heard her attacker growl. He sped up the truck, and seemed to be swerving carelessly. She clung to the chain more tightly than ever and a tear founds its way down her face. There was the sound of crazed honking, tires squealing, than a horrible crash of another vehicle. The truck came to an abrupt halt, and she could hear the abductor get out of the truck and then it was eerily silent. For a while, she wondered if he had abandoned the truck. Not knowing what was going on was adding to the fear and Ami fought to keep her composure.

She was shaking, putting a death grip on the chain, and her heart was pounding in her ears.

Then there were distant screams, which sent horrible chills down her spine. She tried to sink in to the corner of the truck even more when she heard those screams get closer and more of those snarling growling sounds.

There were two now, she could certainly tell that. Instantly she realized her abductor had captured another victim.

Shit...he ran a guy off the road?

The lock was clanked back open, the door creaked. What Ami saw next made her eyes widen like saucers. There was another victim, yes, a poor unfortunate man. But her abductor's face was more visible thanks to the moon peering once more through the clouds and lighting up the eerie night as the rain had reduced to a light drizzle. She saw frightening, intense eyes...slightly pointed ears, and a mouthful of wicked and sharp teeth before the man was tossed in and the door slammed shut again.

Although the remainder of the torturous ride was perhaps no more than half an hour, it had seemed like an eternity. Ami realized she was far more in control then the man who was moaning and shaking in fear next to her. She tried to talk to him, but for whatever reason he seemed afraid of her as well.

Then they arrived...where, she didn't know. The driver creaked out of the truck, she heard his heavy footfalls as he came around the side and opened the door. Ami shrank back into her little corner but of course it was absolutely useless. With one arm he grabbed the man, then her with his other. The strength their abductor had was unreal as he dragged them along to the door of a huge, abandoned warehouse. Ami could tell that it was very early morning, as things were starting to get a bit lighter outside. The rain had ceased to a mere drizzle, but she was still shaking and miserably wet.

As they came to the door he roughly shoved it open with his shoulder, and there was a horribly loud, creaking sound of rusty metal. The smells inside the warehouse were awful, like a mixture of chemicals, more metal tang, and something like dead animals. Coughing Ami tried to clear the smell from her nose but no matter where they traveled it lingered. They were taken deep within the bowels of the warehouse, where there were a few dusty lightbulbs lit and Ami could see a plethora of items strewn all about various metal tables.

The captor's face was mostly hidden behind the rim of a stetson hat now but Ami remembered what she had seen before...something about him was not right at all. How she was managing not to go crazy at this point even she didn't understand, afraid as she was. Her fellow captive however, was certainly doing just that. He started screaming and flailing again the moment he saw the tables and the assorted objects which included rusty knives and other blood-crusted instruments.

Ami was suddenly tossed harshly to the side, onto a large pile of dank, smelly clothes. She was shocked to realize the clothes were a variety of men's shirts, woman's dresses, jeans...even pajamas. The man was flung onto what looked like a bare surgeon's table. Ami could only stare helplessly and freeze like a deer in headlights. She met with blue eyes as the man glanced at her, his eyes wide and horrified. He wasn't a bad looking guy at all...with disheveled brown hair and a slight goatee. But whoever he was, she couldn't help him. There was nothing she could do.

The next moment made it very clear to Ami, and her fellow captive, that their attacker was a lot more than meets the eye. After chaining the man's arms to the table, he removed his stetson hat and duster. Ami saw his long white hair, coming down nearly to the middle of his back and settling between two huge wings wrapped tightly around his form. His face was monstrous, there were those sharp teeth again, glistening as he sneered down at the man on the table and started sniffing him deeply, making odd sounds. As to be expected, the man started shrieking even louder.

The abductor was not human. Not even close. Whatever he was seemed like it just had to be unreal, this all was just a nightmare. Ami tried closing her eyes and opening them again, but the scene before her was still there, frighteningly real after all. She felt raw fear surging through her, and shut her eyes tightly.

No, no, you have to stay calm. Don't lose it, girl.

The creature snapped its head in her direction, picking up on her fear. But he only narrowed his eyes with a hideous grin then turned away, seemingly more interested in the man for now.

Ami had not seen his reaction, and was shaking, wrapping her arms around her knees. She kept her eyes shut and refused to watch whatever this monster was going to do the man.

She could hear the monster clanking around through objects on the table, making more low growls and huffing sounds. Then the man screamed again, but it was a louder, blood-curdling scream that caused Ami to tighten her grip around her knees.

There were sickening wet sounds, more screams, sounds of bones breaking. The man was now gurgling, and seemed to be unable to catch his breath. Despite everything, Ami slowly opened one eye to catch a glance. She regretted it instantly, as she saw the man's face contorted in pain and blood seeping from the edges of his mouth. He was still alive, but barely. The creature was hovering over his middle and she couldn't see what it was doing, but he seemed to be enjoying whatever it was. He was making low, satisfied sounds and oh god...oh god...was he...Ami caught a glimpse of intestines spilled around his dusty and torn boots. He shifted to the side slightly and now there was no mistaking what he was doing. Pulling fistfuls of the man's intestines into his mouth, he was slurping them down like spaghetti. Ami's stomach lurched, and she heaved, bile and foam rising to her mouth. The monster didn't care or perhaps didn't even notice, just continued until all of the intestines were gone.

Ami shut her eyes again and chided herself for ever daring to look. And yet, she found the shock of what he did and its effect quickly passing. She was still afraid, very much so, but some amount of strange fascination was creeping in.

How in the world was she staying sane?

After a couple of long hours, it seemed like keeping her eyes shut was pointless. She finally decided to open them again, only to see the creature now working with a huge needle and some twine, and carefully sewing the man's middle closed. Of course, the poor soul was dead, and Ami felt sad for him, she couldn't help it. The expression of horror was still plastered on his face. The monster had an intent concentration in its eyes, while it was performing its strange ritual, and it constantly made these little snarling and huffing sounds, or snorted if it made a mistake.

It was then that Ami noticed something in the adjacent room on the other side. Through the open door, she could see something hanging on the walls. After a minute, she finally realized what it was.

A body. Hanging on the wall. Shifting slightly over, she saw that there were more. In fact it dawned on her that inside of that room were probably many bodies hanging on the wall.

What in the world was this creature? Why was it doing this? How could it even be real?

She didn't notice at first the creature staring at her. Her own gaze was locked on the figures hanging on the wall in the other room as her thoughts drifted. He followed her gaze slowly and then turned back, grinning wickedly.

Again, she froze as their eyes met. For a few eerie minutes he kept staring at her until finally he picked up the corpse and dropped it into a trough of what smelled like very strong chemicals.

He's preserving it? Are you kidding me? Where the heck did he get-

Her thought was cut off by the creature who was now suddenly standing right near her. He moved so fast that in the next moment a large clawed hand was around her neck and she felt herself being heaved up effortlessly.

In the same manner as the man, she was thrown onto the bloody table and chained to it.

Ami felt the tears flood her eyes now. She was going to die, and worse, was going to be eaten by this creature...and perhaps while still alive, just like the man...

Fear ruled out all of her other senses, but there was also...sadness...and god, fascination. How could she be fascinated by this being who was going to have her for dinner?

I really am crazy. Something is very wrong with me.

The robe she was still wearing was torn off her and thrown towards the pile of clothing she had been sitting on. The creature started sniffing her in the same manner as before and she felt its claws scraping against her skin in various places, as he flexed and seemed obsessed with her scents. Ami tried hard to resist screaming or struggling. Somehow she knew that it might only cause things to be worse for her.

She wanted to say something really she did. But what the hell do you say to something not even human? Would it make any difference? Would it even understand?

Why not? After all, she was going to die one way or the other. It was the only thing she could think of trying, knowing her chance of survival was almost nill.

Her voice came out small and hushed. Just to be certain.

"Hello?"

Yeah, good. Hello? Stupid, stupid girl.

The creature went silent, staring at her, blinking its eyes. Ami had no idea what it was thinking, nor could she determine any sort of emotion. It just blinked at her with intense, frightening orbs of icy blue.

She tried to keep herself relaxed, and to fight the fear. She had noticed it seemed attracted to fear, even excited by it. Which was not a good thing.

Right now, she was hoping to distract it from its ultimate goal, rather than excite its blood lust.

"Hi...there..."

She had better come up with something better than that...

The creature just stared at her, but suddenly it seemed to be awfully interested in something in her mouth. Fighting the urge to scream, she merely pushed back uselessly against the table as the monster yanked her mouth open and grabbed a tooth. With a slight flick of its wrist and a twist, the tooth was pulled out and Ami could not stop the scream that time.

Even with her chains, her hands were able to reach her mouth and she felt the blood seeping out of it. The grey monster grinned slightly at the metal substance in the tooth. It went over to its desk of horrors and used a small pick to scrape it out. Reaching for a small container it put the tiny chunk of amalgam in and Ami could see that this jar was full of it.

Dental fillings. It was collecting dental fillings?

Though the pain throbbed in her mouth from the missing tooth, Ami stared in wonder. This wasn't just some kind of primal killing machine. Evidence that he had some level of intelligence...in fact a lot of it...was all over the warehouse's basement.

And that intelligence was the one thing that just might save her...however small that chance was.

The creature came back and forced her mouth open again. It snorted, however, when it realized she had no other teeth with fillings.

Ami let out a sigh of relief, but it was short lived, because whatever the creature really wanted from her was probably going to involve some rather crude surgery to get to.

The sniffing continued, and Ami realized she had better try to say more than just "hi" or "hello" and she had better come up with something fast.

"Are..y-you an artist?"

She was a little more than surprised when the creature glanced at her and gave her a slight, curt nod.

Holy shit, it does understand.

"But are you-" She felt a clawed hand slam against her mouth, painfully hitting the back of her head against the table and Ami felt a surge of fear.

Exactly what the creature wanted. It continued its sniffing and seemed to linger over her left side.

I've got to do something! God, I don't want to die. What the heck am I going to do?

The monster fished around in a pocket of its duster and pulled out a blade. Ami felt an overwhelming amount of sadness and tears fell freely from her eyes now. The creature cocked its head curiously, and reached down to lick the tears from her face.

Ami froze. This was certainly no act of compassion, but what exactly it meant by this, she wasn't sure. For a quick moment, she could have sworn she saw something akin to tenderness in its eyes.

Oh yeah, that's it, tenderness. And I suppose, Ami girl, that he's just going to break out into tears, relent, and let you go, huh? Or maybe you could lie here and have a nice chat with him about what his favorite art form is?

The awful sniffing continued anew. But a crazy thought flashed into her mind, and at this point, what else was she going to do?

He was enraptured by scents after all...just maybe...?

The monster was concentrating heavily on her middle, but when he finally moved down closer to her crotch, she spread her legs apart. She could feel the hot breath now on her most sensitive areas, and it sent tingles of desire through her despite the real horror of the situation. However small though, the monster seemed to pick up on it. He sniffed more deeply and seemed entranced. Ami couldn't even believe her own actions, as she pushed closer to its nose.

What she was hoping to accomplish, she wasn't sure. The monster seemed male enough, but who said it had any kind of desire? Then again, it was intelligent, so if anything, there would be primal lust.

But what was she expecting? Considering this monster seemed to want to feed on human flesh, Ami knew that the final result could be him biting down on her and tearing her apart.

Maybe, just maybe though, she could end up being something other than food.

It was all about survival...after all...

Ami glanced down to see the eyes of her captor glazed over and unfocused. Suddenly, he seemed incredibly less savage in that moment as he took in another long breath and then to Ami's shock, its tongue darted out a few times, tasting the moisture that was forming there.

The sensation was both pleasurable and frightening.

He still had the knife in one hand, but the other was shoving her legs further apart as he kept sucking in her scent as if a drug and tasting her now and then.

Ami dared not to move, but what was the next thing to do?

Maybe if I choose my words carefully, I-ohhhh!

There was just an explosion of pleasure, wanted or not, as the creature began licking at her in hungry thrusts and low groans. It was relentless, and Ami felt her body responding as the tingling sensations started to build in her nether-regions.

She squirmed a bit uncomfortably as it shamelessly stuck its tongue inside her as far it would go, seeming to relish the fluids her body was producing. Though a tad painful the act was still more pleasurable and very soon she was going to lose herself.

After a few minutes, Ami felt the orgasm building, and for a moment, she wanted to push him away and she tried hard to resist the feeling. It was so wrong and bizarre, and yet, she remembered she was doing this for the sole reason of trying to survive.

The feelings grew and persisted, so Ami decided to give into it. She let her mind wander to more pleasant situations.

Her eyes widened at the intensity of the orgasm. It washed over her in convulsing waves and she moaned out loud before she even had a chance to catch herself. The creature groaned and lapped at her juices greedily and noisily. It kept licking at her until she was sore, and then finally stopped and backed away.

Now it was a staring contest. She tried not to look into its eyes too long, but couldn't help glancing out of the corner of her eye occasionally, noticing he was still sucking her juices from his teeth and lips, all the while his terrifying, predatory gaze was solidly locked on her. It was incredibly unnerving that this creature would just stare at you directly in the eyes, without so much as a blink.

Her mind racing, Ami wondered what she would do next...or if she should dare to even do anything. The table was uncomfortable and slippery, slick with now ice cold blood that was browning and smearing all over her exposed skin. Completely naked, she was also shivering from the temperature as well as her fear of her captor. Closing her eyes, Ami prayed. She didn't know whether God or not was real, but she did know there was little else she could do.

Help me. Somehow, I have to survive this. But...how?

The creature snorted then, instantly snapping her attention back to him. She nearly stopped breathing as she saw the creepy grin slowly spread over his features. He looked over to the room next to them, with dozens of crudely preserved bodies draping the walls, as if considering what to put there next.

Yeah...me.

Ami fought the tears, she had to be strong. She sighed and tried to choose her next words carefully, making sure to keep her voice very low. It would do her no good to piss off this monster, who seemed to hate loud noises. Her voice earlier seemed to annoy him, the memory brought back the throbbing to her jaw.

"Please...we don't have to be enemies, you and I. Perhaps we can be...something else?" She wanted to sit up in the worst way, but the chains held her fast to the wretched table. What in the world was she saying though? It didn't even make sense to herself. Once again she cursed mentally, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate as time went on.

The creature's eyes went wide, and he tilted his head slightly. After a few moments, he burst out into laughter, filling the warehouse with an eerie, raspy sound that made Ami shiver even more. His amusement was hardly comforting, that was for sure.

Had she said the wrong thing once again?

The winged nightmare approached her, clicking his talons on the floor as he neared the table, slowly and deliberately. He sniffed her once more, again seemingly enraptured with her scent. Ami hoped with all her might that she had convinced him of something...and in the next moment, she realized she had. He unchained her, and harshly pulled her from the table. Then he tossed her still naked and bloody form onto the piles of clothes from before. There was once again eerie silence, then he made a deep, throaty purring, a sound that was not nearly as malicious as it had been before. Coming up very close to her face, his impossibly unblinking eyes stared at her hard. Ami felt the fear rising, and he only grinned mischievously. He spoke then, much to her utter shock. A simple, not-to-be mistaken demand came up from his throat.

"Staaaay."

Ami shivered. The voice was deep, raspy, and extremely dominant.

He pointed to the table, as if a reminder.

Try and leave, and I will kill you. His message was unmistakable.

Ami quickly nodded, showing her passiveness by lowering her head. If she wanted to survive, she would do everything he told her.

"I...will. I-I won't go anywhere." She whispered.

Seemingly satisfied with that, the being known as the Creeper once again grinned at her wickedly before grabbing his Stetson hat and tattered duster, heading out of the warehouse. She watched him go, but dared not move a muscle.

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End Chapter 1