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Guardian Angels:: The She-Devil is in the Details

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Lurking in a shady alleyway behind a rundown dive bar at around four in the morning, Amelia found herself panting heavily while she licked the last flecks of sticky blood off of her bladed glove. Her head nearly felt like it was about to split open from the enraged screeching ringing in her ears without rest. Ever since the ritual was interrupted back at the lodge, they had been yammering non-stop. The cultist leader had managed to navigate her way out of the old, seemingly abandoned campgrounds and made it to the safety of the small town, even taking the opportunity to murder a foolish teenager that had been wandering through the streets alone on his way back home after sneaking off to meet his girlfriend. It had been an easy kill, no witnesses. Then she dragged the body into this very alley and consumed what she could, while the snow falling from above would conceal what couldn't be hidden away in a dingy dumpster.

"I know! You will receive what was promised, but I cannot go back alone. There are a few of the faithful who live around here, my friends. Is there nothing else that will slake you until then?" Amelia whispered.

Idly, the woman flexed her now cleaned blades before stuffing them back into her messenger bag along with her body armor and glanced around nervously. The entire town was still asleep it seemed, but that was no reason to linger at the scene of her latest crime. But if anything else, she could take comfort in knowing that if the body was discovered, then the unofficial mascot of the area would get blamed for the murder, no doubt.

'You promised us blood, Amelia... child's blood and child's flesh... and child's soul.' hissed a multitude of dark, slithering voices in unison, resonating in the back of the white-haired woman's mind, 'You have been marked, Amelia, we have held up our end of the bargain. We give you strength, we give you charisma, we grant you power over common mortals. But there is much that must be done before you can become LIKE us. We want what was promised.'

Heaving a heavy sigh as she bade her retreat from the alley, Amelia pulled out one of her pendents out from under her jacket, a golden pentagram with a goat's skull in the middle. She opened in up, reveling a small photo inside of a little girl with shoulder length brown hair and mismatched eyes, one brown, one blue.

"Blake McCormick..."

'Yessssss... ruined innocence, we feed off of it, it is what we crave above all else.' the voices purred, devilishly.

Amelia quickly snapped the locket closed and stuffed in back under her shirt and coat. Blake, she had been difficult to find, harder to take, but her loyal followers had come through for her. Now, most of them were dead and the child was lost... or was she? Would Jason have just slaughtered Blake as he did all of the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation? Left her to the mercy of the frozen woods and wild animals? Something deep down was telling the cultist leader that the answer was no. Her companions would have known if the girl was slaughtered in the massacre or if she was left to simply freeze to death. There was a woman accompanying the brute, so the stories told around town in hushed, frightened voices weren't entirely accurate. Jason wasn't just some retarded backwoods hillbilly in a hockey-mask. The brute didn't just mindlessly kill anyone and everything he came across. He was surprisingly intelligent, strong willed, and resourceful. Amelia could feel the bond those two shared. If ever there were genuine soul mates, it would be the deadly pair. It was quite a stretch, but could Jason and his female companion have potentially taken Blake, be it captive or even as a refugee?

She pondered all the possibilities, momentarily relieved when the voices stopped, then she remembered something, "The voices... or rather, voice. An elderly woman, capable of great compassion... and also terrible vengeance."

'A mother will do anything for her children, Amelia. Anything...'

There was no mistaking it; that had been a restless spirit! Perhaps a grieving mother who wasn't ready to abandon her little boy. Who would never leave her child to the cruelty of the harsh world alone.

"Hmph... not so little anymore!" Amelia scoffed to herself, "But yet..."

She took a seat on a vacant bench, right outside Mias' Grocers. The lights were still off and it wouldn't even be open for another few hours yet. Amelia reached into her pocket, pulling out a very simple, older style flip phone, and opened it. Still no reply back! Yet, a sly smile crossed the white-haired woman's faced as she rhythmically tapped her nails on the cold metal. Her friends had just given her an idea...

"I know what it is we will need to do..."

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This time, it had been Lisa who took the early shift so that Jason could sleep in a little. Although the massive brute may have protested initially, he gave into his mate's desire to split the work and allowed himself to drift back to sleep. Lisa smiled softly to herself, listening to the sounds of his rhythmic snores. She had checked on Blake, who was still asleep though would occasionally cough or moan.

'Hmmm... what to start with?' Lisa mused to herself.

She could always go back to making more of the stakes, perhaps she'd have enough for Jason to set up when he went out on his morning patrol. Even in the freezing cold, Jason would be strong enough to dig a shallow pit or even conceal them among the regular fallen branches. Or there was the option of making a fresh breakfast; what she had in mind would take some time, so she best get started now. Shrugging to herself, the silent girl retreated into the storage room, mentally praising her cleverness for storing excess herbs, spices, and dry goods with long shelf lives down here. Sometime during the past day, Jason, on one of his patrols, had even thought to bring some fresh food down here, knowing that both his girls would probably get tired of canned food and MREs in a hurry, since he planned on keeping them down here for a while. Quickly, Lisa grabbed some apples, cinnamon, sugar, dry oatmeal, and a gallon of bottled water.

After setting her things down on the table to begin prep work, the girl stopped what she was doing when the sound of Blake's fearful whimpering reached her keen ears. The child was still in bed, shaking and clutching her old, worn out teddy bear tightly. At once, Lisa recognized that the child was in the throws of a nightmare. Instinctively, the former nursing assistant swooped down to Blake's bedside and gently placed her hand against the young one's cheek.

'Shhhh, it's okay. I'm here. Nothing bad will befall you here, little one.' she whispered over and over again in her mind.

At Lisa's touch, Blake settled down, though when she was about to get back up to leave, the silent woman felt a small hand wrapped in gauze grip her fingers in a tender hold.

"Lisa?" Blake asked, sleepily while blinking her eyes.

When her vision finally focused, the young child saw her guardian angel smiling down at her.

"It's okay now. You can go back to sleep." Lisa mouthed.

Before she could tuck the covers back around Blake's tiny frame, the girl sat up with a small yawn, "Actually Lisa, i-is it okay i-if I... stay up with you? Please?"

Truth be told, the child really didn't want to go back to sleep right away, not after yet another nightmare. She hugged her teddy bear, giving Lisa the most adorable, doe-eyed look that she could muster, which was a skill Blake had honed into an art form. Quickly feeling herself giving in, almost the same way she would do for Jason when he would perform his best impression of a wounded puppy, Lisa located her notepad and quickly began to write.

-Just for a little while. Be very quiet and don't go wandering off. Jason's still asleep and he might get a little moody if he wakes up and catches you out of bed. He's a little over zealously protective.-

Although Blake's forehead wrinkled in thought as she tried to piece together what "over zealous" meant, she understood the gist of it and eagerly nodded in agreement. Seemed as though Lisa was speaking from past experience. But, if Blake remained quiet and obedient, her caretaker would let her stretch her legs and maybe even poke around a little. So, while Lisa sat down on the work bench, pulled out one of her many knives, and began peeling the apples, the child threw her covers aside and gently set her teddy bear down on the pillow. After giving her stiff limbs a good stretch, Blake began by going through the contents of her backpack. Every so often, she would start coughing again, but overall, the little one was already looking much better then she had been when they rescued her.

Lisa kept a watchful eye on Blake, though she let the girl have some personal space to go through her belongings. At least, she thought those were the child's belongings when she found them. They were obviously clothes fitted for a girl of Blake's age. There were also some winter boots, a hair brush, tooth brush, and other basic hygiene items. Satisfied with her inventory, the child began exploring the den-like chamber, careful not to touch any of Jason's weapons or belongings, though she was very curious about how exactly the large grinding stone worked. There was so much... stuff! Random items that to the untrained eye looked like a hoarder's nest, but upon closer examination, every single item, be it a rusted bike half buried in the dirt wall or sheet of scrap steel had it's place to support the mine shaft, or be a makeshift shelf, act as a hook for a lantern, it was actually quite brilliant! Blake's eyes slowly scanned her surroundings in absolute wonder.

Curiously, the young girl had been watching a couple of rats that had been shuffling around the tunnels. Although they usually stayed towards the lesser used ones and left the den alone, every so often the large rodents would come snooping. They had never really bothered Lisa, as they were surprisingly tame. (And they knew better then to mess around with Jason!) Though the silent woman couldn't help but notice how they would follow Blake around. She laughed to herself, shaking her head a little.

Before falling into the temptation to explore the rest of the tunnels, barring the "burnt room", or course, Blake sent her new furry friends about their business, slunk by the still sleeping Jason, careful of where she stepped, for there was still sticky, deep red residue from the bad people he had brought home last night, then stuck to Lisa's side like Velcro. If anything else, her silent guardian just enjoyed having the company. Blake was remaining very quiet, not wanting to disrupt Lisa while she worked, but whatever it was she was making for breakfast was already smelling good as it began to heat up over the hot plate.

"It smells amazing, Lisa." Blake whispered.

Lisa laughed a little, running her fingers through Blake's hair. The child greatly enjoyed this gentle show of affection. Her father would do it all the time. Without hesitation, Blake scooted closer and hugged her protector around her waist.

"Can I ask you something?"

"What is it, young one?" Lisa mouthed, putting an arm around Blake's shoulder.

"How d-did -cough- you meet Jason? Did h-he protect you from the bad people t-too?"

For a moment, Lisa lightly drummed the fingers of her free hand against the sturdy wooden table. After searching around for her pad and pen, she began writing.

-As a matter of fact, he actually did save me from some bad people. They weren't like the ones trying to take you away, but they would always say mean things to me, make me question my self worth, and force me to do things for them. Sometimes bad things that I didn't want to do.-

"If they were so mean, why were you with them?" Blake questioned, concern heavy in her voice, "B-but you're so nice, I-I don't see how anyone could be mean to you."

-You're a very sweet and brave girl, Blake, yet someone wanted to harm you. There are many needlessly cruel people in the world.- Lisa wrote, giving a valid point, -But, the day I met Jason was the day I also had enough of them. I made my bad people go away and leave me alone! Well, Jason got one of them. Then he decided that he wanted to protect me, because I was a good girl. It... didn't get off to a smooth start. I was scared and he started to lead me away through the woods. He can't speak, so naturally I became even more frightened when he wouldn't answer my questions.-

As Lisa wrote down her story, she could tell that Blake was becoming more and more enthralled by the second. Even gasping and covering up her mouth in shock when she got to a... certain point.

"You... you -cough-, didn't! Lisa?!"

Eyes shifting and shoulders raising a little, Lisa put on a face of undeniable guilt. Yup! She had indeed dared to strike the mighty Jason Voorhees where it hurt most... and got to live!

-He brought me down here and put me on the very same bed you're now occupying. Though he was understandably angry with me. Jason was just trying to keep me safe and here I went and hurt him because I was afraid. That night I spent chained up in the dark with plenty of time to think about what I did to the man who just rescued me.- Lisa continued to write, -Eventually though, we made our amends. I taught him how to be gentle and compassionate when the time calls for it and he taught me how to fight and defend myself. Jason had been horribly lonely and broken for many, many years, living out here all by himself. I was broken too, crippled by my anxiety and so fearful of being alone I settled for the company of bad people who dragged me through the mud to make themselves feel better. In many ways, we ended up healing and saving each other. I've been by his side ever since.-

Blake's smile widened when she finished reading Lisa's story. It may not have been quite like the fairy tales and fantasy novels she and her dad would read together, but she liked it. Jason wasn't exactly anyone's idea of Prince Charming, but there was no denying the love and adoration those two shared. Even the child could tell, they made each other very happy. Jason was certainly Lisa's noble prince!

"I'm happy Jason, -cough- found you. I hope that one day, my daddy will find someone who will make him as happy as Jason makes you." Blake mentioned, quietly.

-You're a very sweet girl, Blake.- Lisa wrote, -With your help, I'm certain your father will find someone right for him.-

After a little while of answering some more questions, sneaking some bites of apple for herself and for Blake, Lisa let out a silent and surprised gasp when large hands lightly rested across her midsection and a hockey mask clad face nuzzled into the crook of her neck with a deep, guttural purr. She leaned into the massive, muscular chest behind her contently, raising her head in such a way that would expose her throat to him. Jason continued telling his mate "good morning" in his own way, when he felt something small clinging to his leg. Glancing down, there was Blake, hugging the giant as high up as she could reach. Endearing as the gesture was, just what was the little one doing out of bed? Grunting softly, Jason tilted his head and his working eye narrowed slightly at Lisa, particularly when she was struggling to keep a straight face. Was she, his good girl, enabling this?

"It's quite alright Jason. The child could get stiff and sore if she's not allowed to to stretch out a little. Lisa was watching and paying attention." Mother whispered in the back of his mind.

"Good morning, Jason. We didn't -cough- wake you up, d-did -cough- we?" Blake asked.

The gentle giant knelt down to her level, tilting his head slightly before shaking it. For the first time, Blake could get a clear look at his expressive, mismatched eyes, taking notice that one was milky white and set lower then the other. Without hesitation, the child wrapped her arms around Jason's thick, muscular neck in a gentle embrace. Lisa nearly felt her heart melt when she heard her mate's soft, possessive growl as he stood back up to his full height, cradling Blake in one arm. With the other, he pulled Lisa close, getting in a few more nuzzles with her. Contently, Blake curled into Jason's warmth, letting a small, sleepy yawn escape her mouth. Smirking, Lisa stood up on her tiptoes as high as she could, then gave the masked man a kiss on his mask, right where his lips were hidden. Jason gruffed softly, still intending to give Lisa a bit of a talking to (so to speak,) for allowing their charge to wander around for longer than he felt comfortable with. Blake was still sick, and too much excitement wouldn't be good for her. When the child began to cough again in spurts, Jason was quick to put her straight back to bed and under the warm covers. Almost immediately, Blake nestled right in and settled, though she actually tried to conceal herself completely under the blankets when she saw her masked guardian measuring out another dose of that awful cough medicine again.

Arms crossed casually, Lisa fought to hold in the snorts and fits of laughter threatening to escape as Jason had to uncover the child, eventually cornering her in such a position where she'd have no choice but to drink the bitter syrup from the moment he put the small, plastic cup to her lips. Blake had remained cooperative and docile, particularly since upsetting a killer more than three times her size would have been most unwise.

"It still tastes gross..." she pouted, as Jason handed her the sports drink still sitting on the crate near her bedside, "Am I being punished, Jason?"

Chuckling quietly to himself, the massive brute shook his head. No, Blake wasn't being punished, her guardian angels just wanted her to get better. Lightly as he could, Jason trailed his fingers behind Blake's ear, then across her cheek, and down under her jaw. Unable to stop herself, the little girl let out a few adorable squeaks as she shrank back, giggling from the surprisingly gentle, featherlight touch.

"Hehe! That tickles."

'Good!'

Jason motioned to the little girl that he wanted her to go back to sleep. Breakfast would be a while yet and Blake had gotten plenty of freedom for one morning. Sighing heavily, she clutched her teddy bear and cuddled up in her blankets. Now that she was back, safe where she belonged, Jason turned to Lisa with a groan.

"She had a nightmare and just wanted some company for a while. I wasn't going to let her wander off." Lisa mouthed, with a heavily emphasized shrug before giving the oatmeal cooking on the hotplate a good stir.

Although some of what she was trying to say got a little lost on Jason, he could understand the gist of it. They both had the same basic goal, of course, which was to protect their little friend and mend her, it was just that their methods differed. Lisa knew when to be authoritative and when to ease up, while Jason could be terribly overprotective and would watch his charge like a hawk. However, the brute's mate had already surmised that mentality was due to what happened to him as a child and he didn't want those events to repeat themselves.

The two of them carried on their "conversation" of hand gestures, grunts, growls, and hushed whistles. In Jason's mind, Lisa needed to understand that Blake could easily get hurt or lost if she slipped out sight while Lisa had her back turned for a second or two. If the sick child was out of bed for too long, her illness may have become worse! Meanwhile, Lisa was trying to make her point that Blake wouldn't merely shatter like an ancient porcelain doll either. That child had been through a horrific ordeal and yet she still remained trusting and loving, if maybe a little broken. Which both of them working together were steadily mending. Blake was resilient and stronger then she looked, very much like someone else Jason knew.

Eventually, the corners of Lisa's mouth turned up into a clever smirk as Jason once again emphasized his point. She watched in delight as her mate's working, chocolate brown eye quirked in response. Unsure of how exactly it ended up happening, Jason found himself pushed up against the dirt wall, Lisa holding handfuls of his shirt in her hand while the other lifted up his mask. Then she kissed him, hard, almost to the point of violent it was so rough. Taken by complete surprise, Jason returned the affection, wrapping his arms around his girl and keeping her close. Once the two of them came back up for air, panting heavily, Jason couldn't quite remember what it was exactly they had been arguing about. It had something to do with Blake, that much he did know. Then it hit him.

'That sneaky little siren!' Jason grumbled inwardly, as Lisa merely slipped his mask back down and winked at the stumped brute before returning to her cooking.

His attention quickly snapped to where he heard playful giggling from the corner , where Blake was supposed to be asleep. Did-did she see that? All of it?! When Jason's head turned to Lisa, silently begging her for help, she motioned for him to go over there. She had her turn on watch duty, now it was his! Still, the girl kept and eye on the two of them, just to make sure Jason didn't get carried away.

Blake laughed softly, even as Jason's hulking form loomed over her. She sat up when the much larger male leaned over her, running her small hands across his midsection, mischievously. At once, Jason bucked backwards in surprise, standing up with a snort. His chest heaving in and out with each loud intake of breath he took. When he turned his head, Lisa merely gave a shrug. She never told Blake, the clever child figured it all out on her own.

"Oh?! You're ticklish, a-aren't you, Jason?" Blake giggled, unwittingly issuing a challenge to her guardian.

She smiled shyly, slowly beginning to bury herself under her blankets again. Jason just growled playfully, and in a split second, he was sitting on the little one's bedside. So, Blake wanted to get a little feisty with him, did she? Fine. Gently, he peeled the child's various protective sheets and covers off, partially pulling her into his lap in such a way that her tummy was exposed to him. Without getting too rough or excited, Jason began lightly brushing his fingers against Blake's midsection and sides, causing her to wriggle and squirm. She tried to twist around so that she could tickle back to defend herself, but her captor held her firmly in place.

'So are you!' Jason grunted, inwardly.

"O-okay, hehehe... I-I give in... please-please s-stop... hehehehahaaaaa!" Blake pleaded, tightening her hold around Jason's muscular arm.

She squeaked cutely when her guardian brought her fully into his lap and leaned back against the wall. Quickly, the child snuggled against Jason's chest and her breathing began to slowly even out, though she still let out the occasional small laugh. When Jason looked down as her, he couldn't help but feel this overwhelming need to protect, it was similar to what he felt with Lisa, though there were some slight differences that he couldn't quite place. The child curled up in his arms, she was just so innocent and pure. Was-was this how Mother felt around him? The bond that they shared, and even continued to share.

The gentle giant broke out of his trance when Lisa joined him, sitting by Jason's side, tucking the teddy bear into Blake's arms before cuddling up with her mate. Blake was already surrendering to sleep once again, Jason's plan to expend her excess energy having worked accordingly. Sighing contently, Lisa gazed down to the sleeping child, then back up to Jason. Her mate gave a soft grunt and held her close. With the wonderful aroma of apples and cinnamon hanging in the air, all three of them cuddled up together.

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The next several days kept both Jason and Lisa quite occupied, especially as their guest's health began to improve. Blake had begun to put on a healthy amount of weight an developed quite an appetite, an excellent sign of improvement. While Jason would leave the tunnels for extended periods of time, going out on patrol and rooting through the shell of the old counselor training center, both to clean up the dead bodies and collect any of the leftover gear that would be of use, Lisa would remain watching over Blake, usually answering her questions and coming up with new ways to keep the child occupied. The little girl was smart and liked to read, draw, and write, though she would also help out with meal preparation when she could. Blake was also quite fond of animals and would often watch the occasional small animal that found it's way down there and sketch them. When her cough and fever had cleared up, she had even begun reading to her guardians on calm, quiet nights. And, just the other day, Jason had even taken it upon himself to show Blake around the tunnels and let her explore his underground lair that few had the privilege to even see.

Yet, after a little over a week of being cooped up underground, both Blake and Lisa were becoming a little stir crazy. As cool and intriguing as it was down in here, Blake desperately wanted to see outside again. She needed some fresh air. It took a little bit of pleading, but with no activity from those crazy fanatics, or anyone else for that matter since last week, Jason eventually agreed that it would be safe enough for them to take Blake up to the surface in the house. However, this was under the very strict rules that at the first sign of danger, they would both return to the tunnels. Secondly, Blake was not allowed to go outside unattended. Not only could 'the bad people' snatch her up potentially, the woods were laden with traps that neither Lisa nor Jason wanted the child to accidentally get caught in.

"Y-you have a regular house too? T-that leads into the these tunnels?! You two just think of everything, don't you?"

Needless to say, Blake's mind was officially blown when the trap door was thrown open and she was shown around Lisa's comfortable, rustic cabin for the first time. It looked like a regular home, clean, comfortable, modern furniture, hardwood floors, appliances, even a nice TV and stereo set. But above all else, both Lisa and Blake were just relieved to be able to have a real shower! Jason may have been a little uneasy about these new arrangements, but he couldn't help enjoying just how excited and fascinated Blake was with... just about everything. Lightly, Lisa kissed her mate on the cheek, mouthing a "thank you" to him.

After a nice hot shower, getting dressed in a pink plaid skirt, black leggings, and pink hoodie, Blake sat still while Lisa put fresh dressings on her nearly healed wounds. Right now, the only one that still needed to be kept wrapped up was from the blade Amelia had sliced into her arm. While the stitches were still in place, it was healing nicely. Once that was finished, she was settled into the guest bedroom, the very one Jason used to stay in until Lisa had decided to share her room with the massive brute. Lisa helped Blake unpack what little she had while Jason had headed out on his evening patrol. The child remained trusting and for the most part, obedient to her guardian angels. (Luckily, she hadn't needed any medicine for a few days, much to Jason's relief!) So far, they had been true to their word and kept her safe.

-Jason has been keeping an eye out for our friend, Sheriff Hoffman. He's a man you can trust and we know he can help you return to your daddy.- Lisa had written.

Blake nodded with a smile, hugging her teddy bear close to her chest while testing out the softness of her new bed. (Though truth be told, a part of her would miss that ancient bed down in the tunnels.) Lisa had told her about the sheriff and that he came down around these parts once a month or so. Unfortunately, Lisa and Jason didn't have a working phone at the moment, as the one working cell phone they did have, the one that belonged to Nate, ran out of service. Besides, the reception was horrendous out here as it was. However, since Jason made routine stops to the lodge, among the items Lisa had requested for him to bring back, should he find it, was a working cell phone.

"Thank you, Lisa. You and Jason have been so nice to me. I... I honestly don't know how I could ever pay you back."

Blake smiled shyly as she sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. Her ears perked when Lisa let out a few chirp-like whistles. Now, while her guardian normally used these to communicate with Jason, Blake had been clever enough to start to distinguish some very basic emotions conveyed, be it happiness, sadness, or worry. The chirps meant that Lisa was happy.

-Well sweetie, you don't owe us anything. But, I wouldn't say no to any help making sure there's a hot steak dinner ready for when Jason returns from patrol, and perhaps a few more chapters of In your Nightmares by the fire before bedtime.-

After reading Lisa's note, Blake eagerly nodded in agreement. While her protectors could make some fantastic one-dish means on that little hotplate down in the tunnels, she couldn't wait to cook in an actual kitchen again. Lisa offered her hand out to the child, and the two of them were off to the kitchen.

"Daddy and I would cook together all the time." Blake mentioned, "He works as a chef at a tavern and grill back home. I'm too young to go there, but he'd sneak some of the food home for me from time to time."

Lisa couldn't help but giggle a little bit. She would miss Blake's company dreadfully when the child had to leave, but at the same time, she also wanted to do the right thing and see to it that the young one was safely returned home. Until then, she was determined to enjoy her time with the girl.

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Meanwhile... at the seediest and dingiest bar in the small, sleepy town... in fact, it was the only real bar in the town of Crystal Lake, Amelia Rake waited patiently in a dark booth towards the back in the corner. It was relatively quiet, possibly due to the sloppy weather conditions; there were only a few locals, possibly backwoods hicks by the looks of it, and a few teens that more than likely got inside by use of fake Ids. Amelia had a glass of deep, red wine in front of her along with a half-eaten steak dinner, which she had deemed barely tolerable at best.

"These idiots can't even prepare a proper steak..." Amelia muttered to herself in disgust, checking her phone once more, "I ordered... rare..."

Damn, fashionably late again, as per usual. This was where they had agreed to meet. Amelia couldn't delay any longer, as her "companions" became beyond restless. So far, any of her own slayings had managed to stay out of the news, since she tried to keep them out of town and target vagrants and petty criminals, however, when the white-haired woman passed by the small police station on her way down to this little dive, she couldn't help but take notice of the alarming amount of "Missing" posters plastered all over the outside bulletin board. Those people... they weren't missing, they were DEAD!

The cultist leader snapped out of her thoughts as the outside door opened, letting in a gush of freezing cold wind, and two people, one male, one female, stepped inside. They looked no older then their mid-twenties, the man slightly older and much larger then his counterpart. Both had their hair dyed black with red steaks in it and wore pendents depicting upside down crosses on them without shame. Each had many facial piercings, particularly on the lips and ears. The female held onto a short leash, which at the other end, was a stunning purebred German Shepherd dog.

Oddly enough, no one, not even the staff, made any complaint about the animal being brought into the bar, and the two of them made their way to the booth where Amelia sat.

"Kyle and Ericka Gordon, glad you could make it... and Diablo of course." Amelia greeted, offering her leftover, overcooked steak to the dog, which the animal happily wolfed down in a few bites.

"Mistress." the brother and sister duo whispered, in unison.

"Please... keep it down... here it's just Amelia."

Cautiously, the cult leader glanced around. Luckily, the bar staff and other patrons alike were far to busy in their own conversations to notice them. Kyle and Ericka took their seats on the other side of the booth, while the dog, Diablo, sat down on the floor beside the table, occasionally growling at anyone who came too close. Looking at her two cohorts, Amelia smirked wickedly. With Ericka working as a nurse at the local hospital and Kyle's abilities as a hunter, part time veterinarian, and dog trainer, they both had some exceptional talents to lend to the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation.

"We got what you asked for." Ericka whispered, partially leaning over the table, "It took a little longer then expected, but we've got enough Thorazine to take out an elephant! Is-is it true? Was it really... him?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

"Sis!" Kyle groaned, lightly rapping her on the shoulder.

Slowly, Amelia nodded, "It was Jason Voorhees alright. He interrupted the ceremony sooner then I had anticipated. Now, I have good reason to believe that he's got something of mine, something near and dear to my heart."

"Mistr-I-I mean Amelia, why tranquilizers? Why not bullets?" Kyle questioned, quietly, "That thing killed nearly all of your initiates! Plus I've got a hunch he's the reason Donnie's been missing for as long as he has been. What's it been? Two, maybe three Summers ago? I used to get my weed from him."

"Kyle, my dear boy, we are talking about a beast that cannot be slain. A legend. Whoever commands Jason Voorhees, commands whatever they want. Besides, if my own hunch is correct, I'll need the brute in one piece. There's just one more thing that I'll need. I'll just have to find it first. That's why I want you two. I need people I can trust in there. For those woods are as unforgiving as I am," Amelia explained, "Bring your most vicious and well trained dogs, preferably the shepherds. As for the child, she must remain alive, though she needn't be in tact."

"Blake McCormick? Isn't she-?" Ericka began, only to be silenced by a harsh glare.

Amelia was doing her best to hide her discomfort, but as soon as that name was spoken, the voices inside of her mind began hissing and spitting angrily. They wanted to feed upon the child's tender innocence, to feel her warm flesh and blood through their host's skin. And their patience for their indulgence was wearing thin. Unconsciously, Amelia took in a deep breath, stroking the pentagram locket beneath her shirt and jacket.

"...As for Jason's female companion... we can take her dead or alive, regardless, I have plans for that bitch either way. She slaughtered my right hand man."

"What?! Philip's dead?!" Ericka gasped, covering her mouth with her hands, "He was Grandpa's best friend..."

"Well, Gramps can always come with," Kyle suggested, "Demon's even meaner then Diablo here, and he'd sniff out that Voorhees bastard coming a mile away."

At the sound of his name, the dog perked up, just in time as the waitress brought the check. The poor girl didn't even speak a word as all three of them turned to look at her. Not to mention she was terrified that the dog might bite her. Once she was gone, the conversation continued.

"I'll accompany you back to your kennel to inform your Grandfather of Philip's passing personally. They shared... many of the same hobbies and gave up so much for the cause." Amelia sighed, "Tonight, we prepare for the hunt. Tomorrow, we claim what is rightfully ours!"

As she spoke, her eyes seemed to glow an unnaturally intense amber color and her grin was abnormally fiendish. The small group, plus the German Shepherd, left, following after the rather tipsy group of teens out into the poorly lit parking lot where Kyle's large, dark green pickup truck was waiting. Smiling evilly, he and Amelia approached the group, not wanting to pass up an opportunity for a bit of fun.

"Excuse me. I couldn't help but notice how unfit to drive any of you are, and it's a terribly cold night." Amelia started.

"Let us give you a ride home, there's plenty of room, as long as you don't mind sharing the back with Diablo here."

Kyle gestured with his thumb over his shoulder to the dog, while his sister gave a friendly wave. Too drunk to see an obvious trap and lacking all common sense, the two girls and one boy agreed, slurring out their "thank yous" for such a kind offer.

"Just be patient for a little while longer, my friends... you will have what you want." Amelia whispered to herself.

"First Blake and now the Crystal Lake Killer? We expect you to keep up the ends of our bargain, Amelia Rake. ...For your sake, you better deliver." The multitude of slithering voices hissed, dangerously.

"By all the darkness of Hell, tomorrow night, my friends, we will all have exactly what we want."

She watched with cold fascination as Ericka grabbed a syringe out of her handbag and jabbed each of the unwitting teens in the neck while her brother quickly loaded their hapless victims into the back of his truck. Once Diablo jumped in back with them, the three occultists piled into the pickup's cab and drove off down the street, leaving the Town of Crystal Lake behind them. Soon enough, they would be back.

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It was nearly midnight and after reading her fifth chapter for one sitting, Blake could barely keep her eyes open and her head up. All three of them rested comfortably on the large leather couch in the living room, Lisa snuggled up by her mate's side under one of his powerful arms while Jason held Blake in his lap with the other as she read to them.

"Mphhh... I-I'm awake... b-besides, it's getting to the... the good parts." Blake murmured, tiredly, "There are still... dragons, and -yawn- they've been awoken to fight the demons."

'It's way past your bedtime, little one.' Jason mused, mentally.

Gently, Lisa pulled the book out of the child's hands and marked the page they stopped at. She and Jason knew they were both equally guilty this time, letting Blake stay up as late as they had. Heaving a deep and heavy breath, Jason arose to his feet, both of his good girls in tow as they headed for their rooms. Lisa couldn't help but notice how the child nervously clung to Jason's shirt and jacket. Come to think of it, bedtime usually made Blake anxious and apprehensive. Maybe it was just because she was no longer in the tunnels and this would be the first night since her arrival here that she wouldn't be sharing the same room with Lisa and Jason. That or it had to do with the nightmares she seemed to suffer from, which was the most obvious choice.

Once they got to her bedroom, Lisa helped the incredibly exhausted child change into her pajamas while Jason checked once again that the room was secure. The window was locked and the blinds down, there was only one door leading out, and should disaster strike, Blake already knew where to go in order to get back down into the tunnels. Not to mention Jason and Lisa would be sleeping in just the next room over, so she wouldn't really be alone.

"I'll stay with you until you fall asleep, okay?" Lisa mouthed, hoping that the half-asleep child would understand her.

Groggily, Blake nodded, managing a small smile as Jason pulled up the plush comforter to her shoulders and slipped the teddy bear into her arms, "Good night, Lisa... good -yawn- night... Jason."

The young one leaned up, giving Jason a chaste kiss to his forehead. He grunted in response, which quickly turned into a deep, rumbling purr in his chest. Lisa leaned down, offering one last silent good night, and Blake gave her one right on the cheek before closing her eyes. Now that the child was safely tucked in bed for the night, Lisa took a seat on a chair nearby while Jason made his rounds about the house... twice, making doubly sure that if ANYONE tried to break in and mess with his perfect angels, he would know about it.

"That's a very good boy, Jason. Mother is pleased."

Even just hearing her soft, calming whispers in the back of his mind made Jason's chest swell with pride. He had been taking excellent care of both his girls, keeping them safe and comfortable.

"Protect them, Jason. Protect them for Mother."

Lisa meanwhile, watched over Blake as she settled into bed. She had been unpacking a few more things that were brought up from the tunnels, since the child was going to be with them for a little while longer at the very least, when Lisa stumbled upon the beat up camcorder in one of the bags. Funny, she hadn't remembered putting that in there. Maybe Jason brought it up and forgot it was in there. If her memory served correctly, this was something that Jason had found on those cultists that had escaped the lodge massacre. Lisa had cleaned it up, but she had been hesitant to see just what exactly was on it.

'Maybe just a quick peak.'

Curiosity slowly getting the better of her, the girl had turned down the volume and brought up some of the saved videos on the memory card. Had she not already been stricken silent, she would have been rendered speechless by the sheer horror of what was on there.

The first ones depicted images of violent and messy animal sacrifices, mostly goats, chickens, and cats. But what was more disturbing still were the lines of either robed or naked people, male and female, clambering for the alter to lick up the blood and consume the flesh. There were several blood orgies, similar to the one she and Jason had crashed, and at the center of all this madness was that woman, Amelia. She would always display that clawed glove of hers like it was the most prized treasure in the world to her. Then came the first images of that vile woman driving her blades through a young boy's chest and ripping out his heart. The child couldn't have been more then seven years old! Blood spattered on the camera lens, partially obscuring the mob that swooped in the pick the child's carcass apart. In some of the other ones, Amelia and her Second in Command would outright torture the helpless children before the slaughter. And then... there were acts committed too unspeakable to even mention. These demented demons even filmed some of their kidnappings! Showing the sick pleasure they had in ripping families apart, even going as far as to murder the parents in front of the children that they stole. While Lisa could have viewed more, after the third one, she couldn't take anymore of the horrendous debauchery. There was no sponging from her mind what she had just witnessed. What that-that creature and these sick, twisted excuses for human beings did to these pure, innocent children... yet society had labeled herself and Jason as monsters for merely protecting what was theirs.

'She was next... that sweet, innocent little girl...' Lisa gasped, inwardly.

Tears threatening to spill from her eyes, the girl's gaze fell towards Blake, who was still asleep. Honestly, she looked so tiny, nestled down in that soft queen sized bed that she had all to herself. Legs and hands shaking, Lisa sat dawn again, taking in a deep breath.

'At least we were there for you, Blake.'

These people, these "things" were far scarier then Jason or even herself could ever be. Jason and Lisa didn't hide what they were. People heard the stories and read the police reports, yet they continue to trespass and defile sacred ground with their self poisoning and filth. Those people KNOW what they are getting into when they choose the home of the Crystal Lake Killer to loose their virginity in seclusion. But these people... who call themselves the Soldiers of Eternal Damnation, outside of the robes and vestments were perfectly and disturbingly average. Perhaps the nurse who drew your blood at the clinic, or the clerk at the local supermarket. That pimple and pierced-faced eighteen year old that took your order at the drive thru. Even police officers, lawyers, and prominent politicians, (though honestly, that last one wouldn't have surprised Lisa any.) Looks like the real monsters hid amongst the everyday citizens.

When Jason returned from securing the house, he was surprised to find his mate on the verge of tears, one hand stroking Blake's silky brown hair, and the other still hanging onto the camcorder. The brute felt his heart sink as he rushed to her side and gingerly took it out of her hand. Almost immediately, Lisa threw her arms around him, taking in deep, heavy breaths in an effort to calm herself. Jason returned the affection, grunting softly while rubbing her back and shoulders. Mentally, he scolded himself; he never should have left it where his good girl would find it. He should have been there with her before she looked at that thing. Completely destroying it had crossed his mind, but Lisa stopped him from doing so. As much as neither of them exactly enjoyed Sheriff Hoffman meddling in their affairs every so often, this was something they would want him to take a look at. Idiot teenagers and horny drunkards were one thing, but these were innocent little children who had no choice and no say in the matter. If Amelia should not return, they would want someone else who could go where they could not to know about her heinous actions.

Before Lisa could even react, Jason had already scooped her up in his strong arms, carrying her bridal style. The two of them took one last look at Blake, assuring themselves that she was perfectly fine, before making their way to their own room. Lisa moaned contently as she was set down on the mattress; it felt so good to be back in her own bed again! She curled up next to her mate as soon as he got in with her. The pair left their door open, just in case they needed to get to their guest in a hurry. Now, there wasn't much else they could do but carry on as usual, make sure that Blake was comfortable and happy, and keep unwanted visitors off their land!

"Good night, Jason." Lisa mouthed, before turning off the bedside lamp.

She could feel him shifting beside her as he removed his mask, giving her a light, gentle kiss to the scar on her throat, then moved up to her lips. The two fell asleep together, embraced in each others' arms.

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It felt... cold. Freezing! She could feel the harsh wind and snow relentlessly whipping across her exposed skin as she ran; ran as if her life depended on it. Hardly able to even see anything against the darkness, but she could hear them; snapping jaws and savage growls. They were close, and they were hungry!

Where were they? Her guardian angels? Why weren't they there for her? Protecting her as promised?

"I told you, dear child... we WILL find you!" Amelia hissed, from the shadows.

Thick tread combat boots stomped across the creaky floorboards of the decrepit old cabin the child inexplicably found herself in. Blake gasped, huddling on the dirty floor as she tried to scoot herself as far away from that vile woman as possible. She ended up in what looked like a child's bedroom, frozen in time. "JASON" had been carved into the headboard of the bed and the very same teddy bear that the giant masked man had given to her lay on the moth-eaten covers and pillow.

"Jason? Lisa?" Blake called out.

The shaken child let out a frightened whimper as something large and heavy crashed just outside the room. Disembodied voices whooped and hollered while she could hear what sounded like strangled grunting; Jason... he... he was in pain! They were hurting him. Faceless, shadowy figures beat and bound the wounded giant while Amelia just laughed, flexing her bladed glove.

"No! Jason! Leave him alone!"

Blake screamed, frantically trying to reach her protector as he struggled violently, but it seemed that no matter how fast she ran, she would only slip further and further away. Tears streamed down her face and she could only watch helplessly as her masked guardian angel's wings were clipped. Thick, sticky blood began to seep out of the rotted floorboards and crept up the walls, rapidly filling the room. Blake couldn't take it anymore and she had no choice but to throw up as her stomach churned from the grizzly sight and vile, sickly smell of decaying corpses.

"They cannot protect you any more, child. Thanks to you, Jason shall become an invaluable member of the cause, and as for his pet bitch," Amelia grinned evilly, pointing her bladed finger right beside Blake.

Out of no where, another shadowy, faceless figure slammed Lisa against the wall, holding her tightly around the neck. The demonic shadow held Lisa's axe in his other hand and was getting ready to to strike with it.

"Noooooo! Lisa... stop it... stop hurting them!" Blake begged.

"Don't worry, sweet thing, hers will be quick. You see, the brute's mother will need some company-"

Before Amelia could finish, she, the shadow figures, and even Jason and Lisa vanished. The ancient, rundown cabin distorted in a most dizzying fashion, blurs of gray and red twisting in the child's vision. Nearly on the verge of hyperventilating, Blake closed her eyes and put her hands over her ears. Many evil, slithering voices whispered foul cruel words to her. The child curled in on herself, shivering violently. Then another voice overtook those of the fell.

"Leave her alone!"

When Blake plucked up the courage to open her eyes, the image that flashed in her vision for a mere second or two nearly made her scream; a head! A mummified severed head sitting in a hole that had been made in the cabin. Blake nearly choked on her own voice, but as suddenly as it happened, she woke up with a startled gasp.

Startled, panting heavily, and heart beating rapidly, the child gazed around anxiously, relieved that she was still right in bed where her guardian angels had put her. A cold sweat covered her entire body and for a few seconds, the foul stench of rotting flesh still invaded her nose. When Blake calmed down enough, she could even hear Jason's snores coming from the next room over. The clock on the nightstand read 5:24am, but she couldn't bring herself to go back to sleep, not yet. She was just too shaken.

"It... it was just a nightmare... just a nightmare." Blake whispered to herself, "Not real... it's not real."

She had hoped that she hadn't actually screamed, the last thing the child wanted was to be a burden on her protectors. Still, she couldn't get those images out of her head, what if something bad WAS really about to happen to Jason and Lisa? They were only dreams, right? These thoughts racing through her head, Blake reached for the lamp on the nightstand and a little mini sketchpad that Lisa had found for her. Instinct took over and the child began to draw, eventually finding herself staring back into the likeness of a withered, old, mummified head on the paper. Just... what was that? It was crazy... this thing looked scary, like something Amelia would use to decorate her alter with... yet...

"It protected me... SHE protected me..."

Blake quickly closed up the sketchbook and set it back down on the nightstand. Should she tell Jason and Lisa about this? They knew she was prone to nightmares, but this one was one of the most intense ones she'd had in a while. She genuinely felt like they were all in danger and something bad was going to happen. Very, VERY soon. Would they even believe her? Even her own daddy, who loved her very much, always got nervous and uncertain about her vivid dreams and graphic nightmares. It was why he had her take Hypnocil. Every so often when Blake forgot to take her dose before bed and woke up screaming, her father would question and inspect her, as though checking for wounds like she had just been attacked. In all honesty, it did feel very real.

Taking in another deep breath, Blake rolled over, clutching her teddy bear close. She took notice of something that she didn't see before. Two photo frames, face down like someone didn't really want anyone to see them. Naturally curious, the child grabbed the nearest one and flipped it over.

In front of a charming, rustic cabin out near the woods, by the lake, stood two figures. There was an older woman with curly hair, wearing a blue knit sweater and jeans, smiling brightly. Next to her was a young boy wearing a t-shirt that said "Camp Crystal Lake" on it. His head and face looked misshapen, the eye on the right side of his face set lower then the other.

"T-that's Jason? Wow... he was actually little once upon a time." Blake whispered, right in her teddy bear's ear, "But I'll bet you already knew that."

At the sound of a light 'THUMP' near her bedroom door, the child nearly jumped out of bed from the start. Her mismatched eyes became quite round in alarm when she noticed the hulking figure of the very real and adult Jason watching her from the doorway. How he had managed to get dressed and prep his gear for morning rounds without making a sound was anyone's guess, but the only reason why she knew he was there was because he let her know. In just a few strides, the mountain of muscle was already looming over her bedside, cocking his head to the side, probably wondering what she was doing awake. He let out a gruff snort, his breath quickening. Slowly, Blake held up the photo.

'Oh no, no, NO! What is she-? She's seen my face... my hideous, ugly face...' Jason growled to himself, inwardly.

He reached for it, with the intent of taking it away and hiding it. Jason hadn't wanted the child to see what was under the battle-scarred hockey mask. Time had not been kind to his disfigured features after all. Would-would she even want to be anywhere near him now?

"Jason," Blake began, her voice shaking a little when she saw just how distraught the masked man was becoming, "I-I didn't mean any... any harm... Y-you-you have a sweet face. Why hide it?"

Tears ran down her face, as she was under the impression that she had unintentionally upset her protector. Slowly, she surrendered the photo to Jason, who instead took it from her much smaller hand gently. The gentle giant couldn't even detect a hint of dishonesty in Blake's voice, and what she had asked took him by surprise. Oh, if she knew what was underneath that old mask now...

"I... I'm not in trouble am I?"

At the child's question, Jason shook his head, setting the framed picture back down on the nightstand next to the sketchbook, face up so that Blake could see it. Carefully, he helped Blake get comfortable and tucked her in, gesturing to her that he wanted her to go back to sleep.

"Jason," the child pleaded, taking his massive hand in both of her tiny ones, "That lady with you, in that picture. Is... is that your mommy?"

Taking in a deep, huffing breath, Jason nodded. He gazed upon that photo longingly, remembering his mother's warmth and gentle touch. Mother; she was everything to him. His rock. His world. His guardian angel.

"She was good to you, wasn't she? I think she looks very nice."

Jason felt himself smile at Blake's complement, running his free hand through her silky brown hair. He gave a firm nod.

'She was the best Mother a good boy like me could ever hope to have.'

He felt relieved when Blake began to settle down, obviously ready to go back to sleep. A small, adorable yawn from the young one just confirmed it. Grunting gently, Jason detached himself from the child and turned off the lamp. Blake giggled softly as the gentle giant trailed his fingers down her cheek, all the way down to her shoulders, and further towards her midsection, which although protected by the plush comforter, the little girl still instinctively curled in on herself. She knew Jason was doing it on purpose, he liked hearing her laugh.

"P-please... be careful out there. Jason. I-I... I had a nightmare... the bad people, they were hurting you and Lisa..." Blake pleaded, "I... I don't want it to-"

Jason calmly made a "shhhh" gesture, then patted his hip where he kept his machete. When he leaned down to give the child a quick nuzzle before he left, he got more then he bargained for when Blake wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. She couldn't help but be intrigued by the feeling of that worn, sturdy, cool plastic as it brushed against her skin. Honestly, how did Jason put up with it, day in and day out? Perhaps a question for another time. Once she was back in bed, asleep, Jason quietly left Blake's room, taking one last look at her tiny, vulnerable resting form before turning back to his own, where Lisa was still fast asleep. He couldn't help but smirk a little, seeing that she had shifted more to HIS side of the bed, even going as far as to hug the pillow that he had been using. Jason leaned over her, lifting up his mask just enough so that he could give his mate a kiss on the forehead before leaving to make his rounds. As he made his way towards the trap door in the laundry room, Mother's words from last night kept on repeating themselves over and over again it his mind.

"Protect them, Jason. Protect them for Mother."

He had yet to fail Mother. He had yet to fail his Lisa. And he wasn't about to start now!

::To be Continued::

Author's Notes:: Edit: 2/19/2017 Slight edit, mentioning that Blake has had nightmares before when she forgot to take her Hypnocil, and that her daddy would always act strangely when he found out, as though worried that she had just been attacked or something. Hmmmmm...

Not nearly as much action or killing in this chapter, but trust me, it'll help set up the chaos/action that is to come. Figure that we may as well see what the Satanic harpy, Amelia, is up to and establish that she has some friends in very... VERY low places.

Overall, I loved writing this chapter, so many warm and fuzzies. Jason is being so adorable, being so protective of Blake. He and Lisa both make surprisingly good foster parents.

And yes, I wasn't even about to attempt to write up some of the foul shit that's on that camcorder, so I would ask that you please use your imagination.

Also, shoutout to Lady Voorhees, giving me the greenlight for my shameless self promotion. In your Nightmares is a Kirby themed fanfic I actually have here on FF. *giggle/snort* As always, without the Good Lady, you wouldn't have this, so give her some love.

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Disclaimer:: You should know by now that I don't claim to own Ft13th, Jason Voorhees, Crystal Lake, etc. Lisa is owned by Lady Voorhees, used with permission.