Disclaimer: Fear Street is owned by R.L. Stine or Scholastic. Celia Cortez and Anaxandra Fier owned by me.
A series of drabbles centered around a couple of original characters created by me, before and after a major storyline of mine which hasn't yet flowered. This will also include plot threads which I may or may not incorporate in the main story. I mean, it's fanfiction. First, some character info.
3. Phone Calls
Ring ring! Ring ring!
"Hello?" Asked Anaxandra Fier, red-haired, blue-eyed, and plump.
"…" The only sound that came out of the other end was coarse breathing.
"Hello? Are you okay?" Anaxandra asked.
"Hello? Who's this?" The caller on the other end asked.
"Who's this?" Anaxandra asked.
"I asked you first." The caller said.
"Celia!" Anaxandra called, "there's someone on the phone!"
Celia entered the room and took the phone from her friend's hands.
"Who is this?" Celia asked.
"I'm sorry, I must've dialed the wrong number." The caller said. "Hey, do you like scary movi-"
CLICK. Went the phone on the hook.
…
The man in the hockey mask couldn't believe that she hung up on him. He gritted his teeth and began to hit re-dial when a shadow loomed over him.
Celia looked down on the man hiding behind the bushes at her house, a cell phone in one hand, and a machete next to him.
"Really?" She asked him.
…
The next morning, the police found Jeremy Hoover, line backer for the Shadyside High football team, tied to the hood of his car, buck naked, with the words "I HAVE NO LIFE" and "WES CRAVEN IS MY BABY DADDY" written in black marker across his forehead and his chest. Inside the car was a box filled with revenge fantasy stories, in his handwriting, and a cooler filled with animal skulls dug up from his backyard.
"'Xandra, what have I told you?" Celia asked her friend the next morning.
"If the Caller ID says 'unknown caller' don't answer." Anaxandra answered.
4. Supermarket
Celia pushed a cart down the freezer section of the local supermarket. Near the meat section, she picked up a red, bloody steak wrapped in plastic.
Nearby, she saw a woman eating chips out of a bag she hadn't yet paid for.
And a man who had snuck a couple of strawberries out of the case.
Looking back at the steak, then checking to see if anyone was watching, she let her fangs slid down and bit through the cellophane, sucking the slab of cow meat dry. She sighed and took her teeth out of it, now back to normal.
She licked her lips clean from any leftover blood.
She hadn't realized she was getting weird looks from a nearby clerk.
"What? That's how I tell if it's fresh." Celia told him.