I do not own Hellraiser. I only own Jezebel, Anita, and Sally.

Story Start

"Jezebel, honey, please open this door, are you all right? The storm is over, it's ok, why are you screaming, sweetheart?" Anita yelled fretfully while shaking the guest bedroom door. The scream of pure terror from Jezebel had her jumping off the living room couch and rushing upstairs even as her old bones protested. The young woman was almost like a daughter to her with how much time she had spent babysitting the young dear over the years. "Jezebel, please, open the door," she screamed again never ceasing her assault on the locked door.

"This can't be real," Jezebel whispered shakily as she stuck two of her fingers into the gaping hole in her chest. Her eyes wanted to roll back into her head as she felt the warm air surround her fingers and a drop of the black blood landed on them. She grabbed the countertop to stabilize herself before she passed out. The hospital would ship her off to a government lab if they saw this. She had to stay awake.

Anita's yells never stopped so she quickly put on her shirt and then threw on the bathroom robe. She would need to find bandages soon, but calming down Anita would have to be first. Rushing out of the bathroom and throwing open her bedroom door, she was smothered in a hug by her worried neighbor.

"Jezebel, are you all right? Your screaming scared me to death," Anita cooed hugging the girl closer to her.

"I'm ok, just a nightmare," Jezebel said pushing back until she was out of the woman's hold. She appreciated the comfort and concern, but right now she just needed some air. "Thanks for letting me stay the night, but since the storm has stopped, I'll just go back home," she said hugging the woman before practically running back to her house. She glared at the lament configuration, which was so conveniently sitting on her bed. "I am not yours," she growled even though the empty area where her heart used to be throbbed with pain.

Picking up the box, she stormed through the house until she got to the front door. She threw the box as far away from her house as she could. She knew it would eventually end up in her home again, but throwing the damn thing made her feel a lot better even with all this chaos going on, which made no sense.

Sleep was hard to come by the rest of the night, but she had a mission the next morning. She wanted to speak more with her mother about what her mother had actually seen the night of the jerk's death. She did not want to traumatize her mother any more than she already was, but her heart was now sitting in some box in a hellish dimension. Jezebel's heart being cut out was more important than her mother being traumatized right now.

Wrapping her wound snugly with fresh bandages, she finished getting ready before driving to the psych ward at the edge of town. Nervously she realized that she had not seen the lament configuration at all since she threw it, which should have made her extremely happy. However, she had a feeling that all hell was about to break lose.

Driving to the psych ward was probably going to be the calmest part of the day, and she was already a nervous and paranoid mess. The black blood bleeding through the bandages and her black shirt did not help her nervousness go away at all. The wound had bled all night, and yet she was still running around like nothing was different.

"Hell must already be here if I'm still alive with no heart," she thought and ignored the glow that came from the markings on her skin. The workers at the ward were walking around normally for once, but when she entered her mother's room was when the normalcy disappeared.

"Hey mom," Jezebel started to say but her mother's terrified screams cut her off. She watched in worry as her mother thrashed on the bed while screaming. The woman was trying to climb up the wall and was breaking her nails. The blood trails on the walls made something dark and strange curl in Jezebel's stomach. "Mom, it's ok, what's wrong?" she shouted at her horrified mother.

"Cenobite, a cenobite, get away from me, you already killed my husband, get away from me," Sally screamed as the vision in front of her would never be her daughter. Her teary eyes were staring straight at a pale woman wearing a leather corset with her rib bones and muscles showing through the sheer black mesh on the corset. Her pale legs covered in markings showed slightly because of the long leather skirt. Sharp black claws shined dangerously on the woman's fingers, and the black markings all over her body glowed ominously. Her glowing red eyes promised Sally's death, and the sharp canines in the woman's mouth did not help at all. However, the scariest part of the cenobite was the crown made of bone sticking on top of the woman's head with her white hair dripping with blood hung down her back.

"Mom, it's me," Jezebel screamed but her mother would not calm down no matter how much she yelled she was her daughter. She tried to step closer to her mother, but that only made the woman start trying to break through the wall to get away from her.

"You're a cenobite, you already took my husband, leave me alone. Just don't take Jezebel," Sally screamed before crumbling in fear on top of the bed. She watched while whimpering as the cenobite's jaw dropped before turning into a grim frown. "Don't take Jezebel," she whispered again before passing out in fear when she saw Pinhead appear right behind the female cenobite.

"She sees me as a cenobite," Jezebel spoke softly before looking down at her hands. She jumped back when she saw her nails were turning black and growing a bit into a point. They were nowhere near claws yet. Her jaw was also starting to hurt. She backed up a bit more when her mother randomly passed out. Her backward movement was halted when she ran into something behind her. "It's not real, it's nothing," she told herself hoping with all hope that Pinhead was not behind her.

Spinning around quickly she was relieved to see it was just an orderly of the ward. "Is everything ok?" he questioned her and she shook her head. Motioning towards her mother was all the man needed before he rushed towards her unconscious parent. She took that opportunity to hightail it out of there before she was questioned about her mother's episode.

"Why does she see me as a cenobite?" Jezebel questioned herself even though deep down she knew she was changing, but into what she was not positive.

Returning to her home she froze when her front door was wide open. Grabbing the tire iron out of the trunk of the car, she slowly made her way into the dark house. It was strange how dark the house seemed since it was actually sunny today. Thunder in the distance though promised another storm was rolling in sometime today.

"Who is there?" Jezebel shouted holding the tire iron ready to strike. Walking throughout the house, she ended up in the living room. She jumped when she saw her boss from work standing in the middle of the room with her back to her. The woman spun around slowly with a twisted smile on her face. Jezebel's stomach dropped when she saw the lament configuration in the woman's hands.

"It keeps telling me to bring it to you, that it's yours, only yours, but I want it. It says other sweet things of such pleasure, of heaven, and I want that. I want it, you can't have this. You can't have this, Jezebel, it's mine," the woman started off softly before she was full out screaming at the top of her lungs with her face turning red.

"Don't open it," Jezebel screamed even though it was too late.

Her boss spun her thumb around the circular part of the box before pressing in, and the sound of doors slamming in the house made the woman jump. She looked at Jezebel in a confused state as the box rolled out of her hands. "Jezebel, why am I in your house?" the woman asked worriedly as she was now coming out of the box's powerful spell.

"No time for that now," Jezebel screamed before she grabbed the woman's hand. The two of them ran towards the front door and tried opening it as the lament configuration was opening the gateway in the living room. The house was shaking and Jezebel watched as her boss lost her balance and fell. "We need to leave now," she shouted down at the woman before she was finally able to fling open the door.

"Jezebel," was all she heard before she came face to face with Pinhead.