Chapter 10: Love

For a while, everything was normal. Quiet.

Karma may take a long time but when she came for you, she was a tough bitch.

35 years ago, when he was ten, Walter had killed a kid at summer camp. He hadn't gotten in trouble for it, since no one had ratted him out, even when the counselors got all the kids in one room and asked them who pushed that Jason kid in. So he had gotten away with it.

But, all these years later, that kid's zombie or whatever had killed his only child. Even though he hadn't seen Ava since he had walked out on her thirteen years before, it had still stung when Ellen had called him to say that their kid was dead.

As he though about the past with no plans for atonement, Walter watched the news coverage of his daughter's murder. The reporter stood at the edge of the woods, going on about Jason if he was just some urban legend made up by kids. If Walter hadn't started all this, he would think the same thing.

Maybe this was a sign. He had to go to Crystal Lake and finish what he started three and a half decades ago. When a picture of his daughter, all grown up and beautiful, flashed on the screen, Walter knew he had to do it. He had to kill Jason Voorhees.

Xx

When Jason was coming home that night, he almost tripped over Ava's body. She lay in the dirt road, next to a rock. The blood on the rock told him she had fallen and hit her head. Water was spilling from her lips however and she was convulsing. It was like she was drowning on dry land. Jason knelt next to her and tried to do chest compressions, but he stopped when he realized he could hurt her. Suddenly, Ava's eyes popped open and she sat up, flinging her arms around his neck.

"Oh God Jason, oh god," she wept, kissing his mask all over.

I'm so sorry; Jason hugged her back, burying his face in her neck.

Jason lifted her with ease and carried her to their room. He set her in the middle of the room. Ava steadied herself and began to unbutton the flannel shirt she wore over her t-shirt. Averting his gaze, Jason started to leave the room, but was stopped by Ava grabbing his wrist.

"You don't have to leave." Ava stood on the very tips of her toes to kiss him deeply. "Stay." She smiled slightly and pulled away. Her eyes on him the whole time, she unbuttoned her shirt and peeled off her tank top. Shaking, she stood before him in dirt-streaked jeans and a black bra. Jason marveled at the paleness of her skin, how every cut, and bruise seemed to glow in the faint light. He moved towards her, tugging her into a rough embrace, his mouth attacking hers like a wild animal. A shaking hand rested on her hip for a moment and then moved up to her ribs. When the rough palm of his hand rubbed a peaked nipple through her bra, Ava moaned and arched her lower half to meet his. Without thinking, Jason ground his lower half against hers, his erection jabbing at the meeting place between her legs. When Ava gasped, Jason pulled away.

Did I hurt you? He asked. Ava shook her head, sat on the bed, and beckoned him to join her. When he settled, Ava sat on his lap, slinging her legs around his waist and put her arms around his neck. She rested her forehead against that area of his mask. Jason put one hand on her hip and the other stroked her hair. Goosebumps popped up all over her skin when his hand moved from her head to her back. Thick, clumsy fingers tugged at her bra, tearing it in two. It fell to the floor. Rather than touch her bare chest, Jason put a hand on the side of her face.

You're so beautiful.

"No, I'm not." Ava turned a dark pink. Jason shook his head in furious disagreement, tracing her features tenderly.

You're beautiful, he insisted, a finger running along the curve of her breast. Ava shuddered and ground her hips to his once again. Her breasts rubbed against the rough palms of his hand and he moved to suck a nipple, causing Ava to shriek in pleasure and grind her aching sex against his even harder. Suddenly, she was spasming out of control, her hips bucking madly. With a cry, Ava came, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Jason stopped and watched her come down from her high and she settled into his arms.

"Jason. I want to-," Ava whispered, but cut off her own words. Her eyes went to what jutted from between his legs. "Do you love me?" she asked, locking her gaze with his.

Yes. Ava kissed him and her hands started their descent. Her slim fingers started to tug and fumble with his pants, her face turning red. When they were finally undone and at his knees, Ava's head started the same path as her hands had taken. Kissing his chest and stomach, her mouth stopped below his bellybutton. Ava took a deep breath and her mouth engulfed the head of his penis. Jason groaned, threading his hands through her hair. Little by little, Ava took more and more, until she just couldn't take anymore. Her knowledge was limited, all she knew coming from Cosmo and some paperback romances she had read a while back. But, Jason seemed to enjoy what she was doing, thrusting into her mouth until she began to gag, a tear running down her cheek.

"Please, be gentle," Ava lifted her head from his lap to say so. Her eyes were shining with tears and she looked so sad that Jason felt guilt tug at his heart. This was new for him.

Sorry, Jason bent to kiss the top of his good girl's head and wiped the tear away. Ava resumed her task with even more vigor than before. Soon, Jason was finished, coming into Ava's mouth. She swallowed and rested her head on his thigh.

"I love you," she whispered and her eyes began to flutter shut. Jason pulled her onto the bed and lay next to her.

I love you too, Jason held her closer and they went to sleep.

Xxx

In the morning, Ava woke up to Jason kissing her breasts. They had fallen asleep in what they had (and hadn't) been wearing the morning before. The cool morning air had perked the small nubs awake, making her moan when his tongue flicked across one. He loomed above her in a push up position, and even though he wore his mask, Ava knew he was smiling. God, she loved this man.

"Jason...," she whispered and arched up to him. His hands fumbled with the top button of her jeans, popping it off and it rolled to the floor. The zipper was easier and he tugged her jeans off. Starting with the cut on her cheek, Jason kissed every bruise and cut on her body. There were quite a few and she was moaning by the time he got to the bruise on her upper thigh. After that, Jason slithered back up her face and kissed her on the mouth.

"Now," she hissed and reached down to poise his cock to her entrance. With a thrust, he was inside, Ava gasping in a mix of pain and pleasure. He was thrusting, his hips gripping her hips to keep them steady. There were going to be bruises later, but all Ava could think of was the feeling of fullness that was overcoming every cell in her body. Never had she felt so alive. The bird-like bones of her torso flexed under fragile skin as she came closer to a peak. Then, it ripped through her, Ava screaming his name as her walls clenched around him, her nails clawing at the back of his neck. Jason seized up as he got his, and the collapsed on her, breathing heavily.

It was nearly noon when they finally got up. Ava headed for the shower, still naked. Jason followed her in as she stood under the warm spray of water. He literally took up half the stall, but she was not angry. In fact, she smiled and began to wash him, running the soft cloth over his body. Jason bent his head and watched her. He grabbed the other washcloth that was hanging over the bar and ran it along her belly. Ava giggled and kissed him on the chest.

Heavy footsteps sounded from the other end of the cabin. Ava froze and Jason patted her on the back. He got out, put on his clothes, and went to check on the noise.

Unknown to them, Walter was in the cabin, having snuck in through the back door. He had a gun in his pocket. He had started the drive early that morning. The past hour had been spent walking through the woods. He had gone through the back of the woods, away from the reporters and police. No one knew who he was. That David bastard had been called her father. Not her stepfather, but her father. It pissed him off, but he would even the score with Jason. All that mattered was getting even with that asshole.

The cabin was neat, nice. It would be almost homey if Walter wasn't biased against the man who lived there. He could hear the shower running and grinned. Jason would not have his machete in the shower. There would be no fight, and Walter could just go get a beer and go home.

When he reached that part of the house, Walter readied his Colt 45. He crept closer and closer to the sound of running water. He started to open the door when someone hit him across the back of his head with a fist. He fell to the floor and saw Jason standing over him.

"How?" he asked and heard the water turn off. A woman stepped into the hall. She wore a towel wrapped around her body, her dark hair plastered to her neck and face. Her gray eyes widened at the sight of him on the floor.

"You...," she spat, glaring at him.

Xxx

Jason did not know what was going on. The boy who had killed him was here, all grown up and he seemed to know Ava, who looked so angry.

Starling, what's going on? He asked and her head snapped towards him.

"This is my father. He killed you, didn't he?"

How do you know?

"I saw it."

For a while, they just stood there, looking at the man lying on the floor. They knew what they were going to have to do but neither wanted to trample the other in doing so. Ava's eyes burned with hate and so did Jason's.

"You can do it," Ava said after a few minutes of watching Walter look up at them in fear. She waved at her father as the machete came down on his neck.