Here is another Jeepers Creepers one. Please reveiw and enjoy. This is in the 16th century, when he first becomes the monster, we know and love. He belongs to the maker of the movies, darn it.
Chapter I
Patricia's POV
I knew I should have never let him go alone, not to the witch's house, but I also knew he wouldn't have listened to me if I had protested. Now as I watched the monster, that use to be my little brother, savagely decapitated the soldier. There was nothing of my brother left; all that was left was this horrible, evil monster. When he finished, he threw the remaining body parts out of his way and against the wall. He sniffed the air, as if smelling for something. Then he turned to stare at me; but how he saw me I will never know, it was pitch black. He smiled an evil grin, his razor sharp teeth, blood stained.
"Sister." he growled, his voice horse and deep. I held back a scream as he jump from the floor to the ledge where I hide. I could see him clear now. Leathery skin, claws on his hands and feet; giant leathery bat wings protruded from his back. But his eyes, they were still human, still the cunning, sharp blue that I remembered. There was still some of my brother left,in there, somewhere.
"Bartholomew?" I whisper, choking back tears. The creature laughed; it was wicked and was not my brother's cheerful, full laugh.
"Bartholomew is gone, Big Sister. I am The Creeper." he informed, spreading his wings. I fall to my knees, closing my eyes, praying.
"What has happened to you, brother?" I ask, tears streaming down my face. He cocked his head to one side, and grinned. He kneeled down in front of him. I was expecting him to attack, but instead he lefted my chin and stared into my eyes; I stared back. I was like I was looking into my brother's eyes again.
"Help me." he whispered, his eyes pleading. His wings drooped and his whole body language had changed.
"Please, Patricia. Help me." he whispered again, reaching out and cupping my face in his clawed hands. I nodded and put my hand over his.
"I'll try." I reply, sqeezing his hand tightly. He nodded and smiled; and for a moment, I thought I saw my brother again. But suddenly, he screamed and jolted up, holding his ears. He howled and swayed as he walked to the edge of the ledge and flew off, still screaming and holding his ears.
I knew from then on, it would be my duty to protect him, to help him. I knew I would have to find the cure for the curse which had been placed upon him.
