Dissclaimer: I don't own the Creeper, so shove off!

Warnings: Rape, non-consensual sex, whatever you would like to call it.

REVEIWS: Please, then I will finish the story.

CHILD OF THE CREEPER

Part One: Maria Adams

She was driving on and on it seemed, as she looked in the rear view for other cars on the lonely stretch of highway. Sighing at a loss of other vehicles, she realized she was still alone. She looked down at her gas tank. The needle pointed comfortably at the half mark. She knew she was coming into some small towns soon, perhaps in another 100 miles or so, and gas was not a problem for she always came prepared with supplies in the trunk. She had flashlights, blankets, canned food, an axe, and some tools. Also a full 5-gallon jug of gas. Yes, Maria Adams, the most prepared person she knew. Herself!

"And the most boring probably," she said aloud, as she turned the station which suddenly had begun playing gospel programming. She soon found out that all of the stations played varieties of the same gospel preaching's. Must be in the area she is in, she thought, deciding to just turn it off and do without. She then thought back at why she was driving, or more correctly, fleeing from her hometown.

She wasn't really fleeing out of fear or something like that. No, she just needed to get out of circle. She was heading to a large university with all her worldly belongings that meant anything to her and heading for a new life, a new chance at being more than a small town waitress or a mother of four kids living with her drunken husband, as the fate of her recently deceased mother. No, she was taking her part of the inheritance and leaving behind all the pain and hate that she had known all her life. Yes, she was leaving and never looking back.

The sky was turning gold and red as the sun set slowly into the west. She looked at her watch; quarter after eight. Had it really been that long? She took a swig of her water bottle and looked out onto the long country highway before her. She then saw a sign coming up. She recognized the name on the sign.

A shudder fell through her. She was entering the county where that grim ring of murders took place. And that guy, what was his name? Darry. Yes! That was it, Darry and Trish, where he was killed along with a handful of others by some sort of hideous demon with wings. The rumors had spread to her town as well as the neighboring ones. It was called, "The Creeper" because whenever it was near Darry and Trish, the song Jeepers Creepers would play. It fed off of body parts. If it smelled something on you it liked, something it needed to stay alive, it would kill you and devour that part, only to grow it back or replace it in its own demon carcass.

She shivered and looked out onto the road as it light dimmed around her. She should not be thinking of those types of things. Not when it was almost dark out, she would give herself the creeps. She laughed out loud at the thought. She fumbled for a tape in her glove compartment when she suddenly saw bright lights advancing on her. Fast. Looking behind her she saw what look like an enormous truck coming fast toward heard, then she heard a loud horn blaring at her as it hit her bumper.

Jerked back in her seat, she screamed and pulled over out of the way as the truck past her with a horn blast and sped away. She was on the side of the road, panting in a cold sweat. She gasped, clutching her steering wheel tightly. "My god, what an asshole!" she managed to say as she gained her composure and swerved back onto the road. Slowly, she began her journey once again, unable to stop thinking about the truck, which she had made out the license plate in her head lights; BEATIN U. What kind of warped license plate was that? She shifted gears and set the cruise as the skies darkened into night.

It was about an hour later when she saw a sign of life up ahead, a small gas station. Being she had to stretch her legs anyway, she decided to stop. She pulled into the parking lot and turned off her car, peering into the tiny service station for other people. She did not see anyone. Thinking maybe it was closed; she checked her watch to make sure. No it was still open, it was not even ten o'clock yet.

"Hello?" she announced as she open the door to the station, looking around. Still no answer. Suddenly she heard a strange gargling noise from the back. She then heard a definite scream of a young man from the office area. She dashed to the door only to see a large figure in a trench coat leaning over a figure on the ground, which was bleeding profusely, a large whole in the middle of his stomach. She screamed and the figure turned, it was holding was horribly looked like PART of a stomach!

She ran out of the door, running to her car and thrusting the key into the ignition. She screamed as she saw the dark figure pulling the station door open and walking slowly out. It turned and paused, looking at her, she still could not see its face. She sped away from him, gasping. She pulled out her cell phone and tried it. DAMN! Out of range.

"Next town, there will be cops in the next town!" She drove as fast as she could, going about a hundred now. Suddenly she saw headlights approaching quickly. They were actually gaining on her! It was him, she realized as he hit her bumper, honking. He had been the one driving before. She was suddenly forced off the road by his large truck. She knew this was going nowhere so she pushed her car back on the road and saw hope ahead. It looked like a church, an old church. She slammed on brakes in front of it and ran up to the doors, but noticed that they were boarded. She was trapped now for the truck pulled up behind her car, blocking her. She suddenly saw a large pipe. It may lead to a sewer, she thought, for she knew she couldn't out run it. Not now. She went to the pipe and with a grim feeling, slid down it. It was her only hope, and she slid into darkness, thinking just that.

She fell to the bottom with a sickening smack, feeling her insides lurch. She pulled out her pock flashlight she always carried with her and turned it on, looking around. She seemed to be in a cavern of some sort. Feeling her way to the wall, she gasped as she saw an object covered in a bloody red sheet. She screamed and ran from it, finding loads of old church stuff and other things that really shouldn't be in that type of place. There was a table with shackles attached, longs roped attached to a metal frame taller than her. And….

She screamed as she looked up at the ceiling. It was covered in bodies. Like a picture. Like a collage of death. She had never been so frightened in her life. Suddenly she felt breath at her shoulder. She knew. It was him. It had to be….

She had met the Creeper…..

She gasped, tears filling her eyes as he pinned her to a wall, grabbing both wrists in his hand. She screamed again as she looked at him for his coat had fallen off. He was hideous. Dark skin, sallow sunken face and rows of nasty yellow teeth. He still had a trickle of blood on his lips. She noticed talons on his hands and suddenly scaly wings stretched from his back. So that's how he did his collage, she thought as he looked at her. She turned her head as he moved into her. He was sniffing her. She remember the words of the story she heard:

"He smells you, smells your fear, your soul. He sees if he likes anything, and then he will take it."

She was going to die, she knew that now. He sniffed down her neck, smelling her chest and her stomach. He came back up and smelled her neck again, licking her neck with his long warm tongue. She whimpered. Feeling his grip on her wrists tighten. Please let it be quick she thought. Let it be quick.

He stopped sniffing and looked at her, his eyes surprisingly a soft brown. He took his free hand and with one swipe of his razor-sharp talons tore through her blouse, tearing it from her body. She screamed and felt another tear as her jeans were ripped to shreds. The torn tatters of her undergarments were then removed and she was now naked in front of him, bleeding lightly in places where the talons dug to deep.

"Please no…" She whimpered, feeling the hand come in contact with her stomach. But, the hand then moved down, gripping the mound between her legs. This movement shocked her, and she gasped as she felt a finger touch her. The demon face bent down toward hers, she could smell the blood of the man on his breath. It wanted to………

Her grim thoughts were confirmed as it dragged her over to the table she had seen before, fastening her spread-eagle to it. She was vulnerable and now his.

She would never leave.

She felt the table groan as he leapt upon it, settling down upon her naked form. She gasped as she felt the leathery skin touch her legs, her thighs as his body was placed between her open legs. She watched the face glare down at her. Its soft brown eyes, such a contrast to the rest, met hers and held her in their stare. She whimpered as she saw a long, slimy tongue extend from its jaws and slick its way up her belly and from one breast to the other, moving up to the neck and then going back into its home. He sighed, or screeched, she wasn't sure, but it must have liked what it tasted.

The tongue then slick down her chest again, going further down, further down as it made its way to the joining of her legs. She felt the slimy thing explore her most intimate areas, the outside of her lips and the inner folds of her sex. She then felt it invade her opening, squirming in and out of her body like a snake. It was making her body betray her; she felt her body react to its administrations. It was enjoying this reaction even more immensely. It sped up the process, its tongue flicking quicker over the outer fold and to the nub that was starting to show. She suddenly felt something hardening on her leg, something hot and very wet. It was growing in length and width, and she knew what it was, the feel of it made her quiver in fear.

"Please stop! Please Stop! Just kill me! Please don't do this! Just…"

But she didn't finish her plea for her body convulsed and the demon buried his face even deeper between her legs, its tongue reaching up inside her as far as it could, as if to taste every last drop of her forced orgasm. It feasted hungrily upon her release from what seem to Maria like ages before she felt the vile tongue leave her and his head rise up. She saw it breathing in the smell and licking its jaws fiercely.

He rose up to his knees, and she caught site of his midsection, whimpering loudly. It was hideous, like a gray snake long and slimy. Its very size made her want to run. She had never been with a man, and has been told by countless woman that the larger the man, the more pain you will have. And you had to relax. But she was not with a man, she was with a demon, and there was no way she could relax. She knew it was going to hurt, BADLY.

The monster moved into position, its dripping member, just inches from her virgin hole. She felt the shackles on her legs become undone as the demon pushed her thighs apart as far as they could and raise her but slightly. It wanted complete access, as her sex was opened fully to the air and to his invading erection.

"No, please! Noooo…."

She tried to relax her body, but the fear was taking over. She felt a movement then his hardness came in contact with her.

A sudden pause….

Then it thrusted itself into her completely, shattering her innocence in one hard plunge, leaving her breathless and in a silent scream. She had never felt such an immense pain and pressure in her life. The size of the invading organ, the dimension of it, was making her body spasm in pains that danced from her abdomen and up her spine, making her scream violently to the air.

"Oh God, help me, some one help me!" she cried out, but the demon began to slow its thrusts, making them more languid. She watched its face, as it sniffed the air, the smells of her body and his intoxicating its senses. She felt the pain slightly diminishing with the slowing of his movements and a new sensation filling her. It was like a building, a tension that was growing with the immense heat. She then realized what the creature wanted.

It wanted to feel her release again…

It wanted to force her body to release that wonderful taste it had enjoyed so much. It was part human, she remembered, and of course it knew how to create that from her.

It rotated its hips, trying to find the place inside her that it had found with its tongue. It suddenly pushed against it and she gasped, revealing to him his reward. He found the position and continued to thrust slowly, speeding up his rhythm ever so slightly over time. She felt her body tensing, building to that fevered pitch that she had felt before. She turned her head, trying to concentrate on anywhere but here, away from this demon on top of her, violating her, its grunts and animal sounds filling her ears. She felt his leathery skin brushing hers, felt its tongue tasting her skin now, licking the sweat that beaded it and tasting the flavor and aroma it was producing. It was driving him wild.

It held her thighs firmly, spreading her as far as she would go, penetrating her even deeper. With this, she felt her mind losing the battle against her body as she felt the first wave of release hit her. Her body arched up and she felt her inner muscles clamp down on him. Her body convulsed as wave after wave crashed against her. The monster had received its treat, and its own release as she felt an immense liquid fire burst into insides and into her very womb. She felt him pulsate inside of her as her muscles worked against her, clamping and squeezing him, milking every last drop of his demon seed into her womb. It screeched to the air and spread its scaly wings, letting them beat wildy.

She felt her body crash back to the cold table and felt the monster remove itself from her, as a tongue was trusted in its place. It lapped and sucked at her juices, that were mixed with its own, She felt its taloned hands spread her thighs so far apart she thought her bones would break. She cried hopelessly as it buried itself into her, sucking, licking, and devouring every last taste of their joining.

She had been raped by the demon.

She had been forced to release for him. And now he was enjoying the spoils of his conquest.

She felt move him move away from her, climbing off the large table and standing on the floor. She saw it spread its wings and take flight, flying up to a hole in the ceiling that had supplied the only light in the large cavern where they had been.

She was alone…

Alone in hell…

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