Chapter Three
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Silently, the rotting undead form of Jason Voorhees glides through the darkened woods. The rain is coming down as thick as lead. He senses that there are trespassers nearby. As silent as death, he let his instincts drive him forward. He eventually comes upon a campsite. Someone has set up a tent and had built a campfire nearby. The fire is nearly out now, extinguished by the heavy pouring rain. There's an old tree stump that the camper has been using as a chopping block, a stack of firewood sitting next to it with a tarp draped over it to keep it dry. Stuck into the tree stump is an axe, and hanging from the axe handle is a hockey mask. Jason casually walks over to the chopping block and takes the mask. He slips it on over his rotting deformed face. Then he grabs the axe and pulls it free from the stump.
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There's a light on inside the tent, the camper's silhouette is visible against the canvas walls. Inside, Sean is changing his clothes. He had miscalculated how long it would take him to get back to camp, and he got caught in the pouring rain. He pulls out a towel and dries his hair. As he's briskly rubbing his head with the towel, a twig outside snaps. Sean stops for a moment and listens, but there's no other sound. He shrugs and goes rummaging through his backpack. He pulls out a joint and gives it a whiff.
"Ah, sweet Mary Jane. How I love thee."
He puts the joint between his lips and lights it up, inhaling the smoke as deeply as he can. He exhales the smoke with a satisfied smile. He takes another deep drag off the joint when he hears another twig snap.
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"Hello?"
Suddenly the tent collapses on his head. Sean struggles to get out of the opening. When he gets out, he sees that someone has pulled up the stake that the line which holds up one of the tent poles had been tied to.
"Very funny guys! Ha ha!" he calls out sarcastically, "Riley? If that's you I swear I'm gonna get you back for that!"
Sean then starts to fix his tent so that he can get out of the rain. As he's busy doing that, he sees a pair of waterlogged boots and soaking wet torn jeans walking towards him. He looks up just in time to see Jason bring the axe down into his face. Jason reaches down and pulls the Bowie knife from Sean's belt. He takes a moment to admire the large blade, and then walks off into the gloom.
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Buffy and Riley enter their room giggling. Buffy's wearing her bikini and carrying her clothes, while Riley is wearing only a towel.
"I can't believe I actually won at Monopoly," says Buffy.
"Hey, one more stay at one of my hotels and I would've had you out of that bikini."
"Who says I have to land on one of your hotels for you to manage that?"
Riley wraps Buffy in a deep embrace and kisses her passionately. She tenses up a moment later.
"What is it?" asks Riley, "What's wrong?"
"I'm still kinda wigged about the whole Jason thing," she says, "My Spidey Sense is tingling."
"Look, we'll call Giles tomorrow. I promise. Okay?"
"Okay."
Riley kisses her again, this time untying her bikini top. Her bikini falls to the floor. First the top, then the bottoms, followed immediately by Riley's towel. They crawl into the hammock and cover themselves with the heavy quilts. They turn out the lights and spend the night making passionate love to one another. Buffy wakes up the next morning, once again all alone. She gets up and puts some clothes on, then heads downstairs. Riley's in the kitchen again, cooking breakfast. Today it's blueberry pancakes. She walks over and gives Riley a hug and a kiss.
"Mornin'," she says, "Where's the phone? I gotta call home and check in."
"Buffy, it's only 8:30," says Riley, "Everyone at home is still asleep. Wait until lunch."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," says Buffy, "There's nothing worse than a grumpy librarian."
"Sure there is," says Betsy, "A hungry lesbian. Now pass those pancakes down here!"
Buffy sits down at the table and helps herself to some pancakes, then passes them down to Betsy. Riley was right, it was way too early to bother Giles with something that might just be an urban myth. Besides, if she was going to talk Scooby business with her watcher, it's best to do it when there aren't any civilians around. Secret identities always seemed so much cooler in the movies. In reality, they're a pain in the ass.
Miles down the road, a telephone repair truck stops by a telephone pole. The rain had stopped hours before, although the sky is still overcast. The phone and power lines that lead from the town to the lake require constant maintenance. Animals create nests on the telephone poles, tree branches get tangled with the cables, rednecks use the protective glass cylinders for target practice, and all make communication between the town and the cabins and private homes by the lake difficult. And there are no cellular towers for miles in any direction, making cell phones totally useless out by the water. The two repair workers get out of the truck. One is a dark haired man in his forties with a goatee named Harry, the other is an attractive woman in her thirties with short dark blonde hair named Adrienne. Adrienne straps her climbing spikes onto her ankles, then grabs the Kevlar pole climbing strap from the bed of the truck.
"How many of these do we have left to do?" she asks Harry.
"Still a ways to go before we're done," Harry replies, "We gotta go all the way down to the lake."
Adrienne loops the strap around the telephone pole and hooks the ends to her safety harness. "You know, things would be a lot simpler if the town would just build a cell tower out here," she says.
"Yeah, but then you and I would be out of a job."
Harry watches as Adrienne begins to scale the telephone pole. "Is it wrong for me to get aroused by the sight of you climbing a massive pole?"
"Flatterer!" she calls back.
They both laugh as she continues to shimmy up the pole. She then settles in and begins checking for damage and doing repairs.
"How are things going up there?" Harry shouts up after a couple of minutes.
"Fine!" Adrienne replies, "This one should only take a few minutes!"
"Are you okay here by yourself? I gotta take a leak!"
"Yeah, I'll be fine! Next time, don't drink so much coffee before we go out!"
"Yes dear!" he says sarcastically, "I'll be right back!"
Harry heads off into the bushes, leaving Adrienne at the top of the telephone pole doing repairs. As soon as he's out of sight from the truck, he ducks behind a large fir tree. He unzips his pants and begins to relieve himself. He sighs in relief, as he had been holding that in for quite a while.
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Harry turns around to find himself standing face to face with Jason. Before he can react, Jason covers Harry's mouth with his hand and slams him up against the tree. Harry pushes against Jason's arm with all of his strength, but to no avail. Jason's grip is like iron. Jason raises the large Bowie knife he took from Sean, pointing the tip of the blade right between Harry's eyes. Harry tries desperately to scream, but any sound he makes is muffled by Jason's hand. Jason drives the knife forward, ramming it through Harry's head and pinning him to the tree. Harry's body goes limp, and he hangs there as Jason releases his hold. The masked killer turns and looks towards the truck.
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Adrienne is still up on top of the telephone pole. The wear and tear on this pole isn't nearly as bad as she had feared, and was already nearly done with the repairs. She looks down at the ground below and notices Harry hasn't come back from relieving himself yet. She shrugs and goes back to work.
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Jason steps out of the bushes, and looks up at Adrienne hard at work on top of the telephone pole. He walks over to their truck and looks inside the bed. There are all kinds of tools for telephone repair and maintenance. There's even a chainsaw for trimming overgrown tree branches which entangle the phone lines. Jason reaches into the truck and grabs the chainsaw.
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Adrienne is just finishing up with her work when she notices, again, that Harry hasn't returned. "Okay, I'm done up here!" she says "You about ready to go?"
No answer.
"Harry? Harry? Harry, are you joking around?"
Suddenly she hears someone revving up a chainsaw. She looks down at the base of the pole and sees Jason standing there with an idling chainsaw in his hands.
"Who are you?" she asks. No answer. "What are you doing?" Again, no answer.
Jason hits the gas on the chainsaw and starts cutting into the telephone pole.
"Hey, now cut that out! That's not funny!"
Jason cuts a large wedge out of the pole.
"Okay, bad choice of words!" says Adrienne, "Please stop it! You're scaring me!"
Jason continues cutting into the telephone pole, felling it like a lumberjack would fall a tree. The pole falls over and lands right on Adrienne, pinning her beneath it. Jason slowly walks along the length of the pole. Adrienne's coughing up blood as she tries to push the heavy log off of her. She sees Jason standing above her, the chainsaw idling in his hands.
"No. Please, no."
Jason cranks up the gas and runs the chainsaw at top speed, then slowly lowers it towards her chest.
"No. No. Please, no," she begs. Then as the chainsaw gets closer she begins to scream, "No! Nooo! Please no! Nooo! Pleeease! Pleeeease no! Noooo!"
Jason drives the blade of the chainsaw through her chest, covering them both with her blood. He then takes a tool from her tool belt. It's a hatchet, with the head of a hammer built into the blunt side of the tool. He turns and walks off, back into the woods.
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Buffy and Riley are finally alone in the cabin. The others have all decided to go skinny dipping in the lake. Riley told them that he and Buffy would join them momentarily, they just needed to call home and check in. Buffy picks up the phone and dials.
At Giles's apartment, the phone rings. An attractive black woman, wearing a Sunnydale High t-shirt as a nightshirt, answers the phone.
"Hello?" she says in a British accent.
"Um, hello?" says a young woman's voice on the other end, "Who's this?"
"I'm Olivia," says the black woman, "Are you looking for Rupert?"
"Yes!" says the girl with relief in her voice. She obviously thought she might have dialed the wrong number.
"Just a moment," says Olivia, "Rupert! You have a telephone call!"
Giles walks out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe and drying his hair with a towel. He comes over to Olivia, gives her a kiss, and then takes the phone.
"Hello?" he says as he puts on his glasses.
"Giles?"
"Cordelia?" says Giles in surprise, "Why on Earth are you calling me?"
"I need to talk to Buffy," Cordelia tells him, "Do you know where she is?"
"No, I'm afraid I don't," admits Giles, "She went on vacation with her boyfriend. They didn't tell me where they were going, only that they needed time away from the Hell Mouth for a while."
"You don't know where she is?" says Cordy incredulously, "But you're her watcher!"
"I haven't been Buffy's watcher for some time," says Giles, "I was fired by the council last year. Remember? Then she quit the council when they refused to help Angel."
"I know that!" says Cordelia, frustrated, "I just figured she'd check in with you, for emergencies and stuff."
"No, I haven't heard from her since she left on Monday. What's all this about?"
"I've had a vision! She's in terrible danger!"
"You say you've had a vision?"
"Yes, a vision! Why, did I stutter?"
"No, it's just . . . Since when have you been having visions"
"Ever since Doyle kissed me a few months ago."
"So some boy kisses you and all of a sudden you're getting psychic visions?"
"Not some boy! Doyle! He was a friend of Angel's, remember?"
"The chap who warned him about the Indian Vengeance Spirit last Thanksgiving."
"Right, that one. Look, Doyle died a few months ago . . ."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know."
"Yeah, well . . . Right before he died he kissed me, and I guess he worked some kind of mojo on me, because ever since then I've been getting his visions."
"And these visions . . . They're never wrong?"
"Wrong? No. Incredibly painful. Usually vague. Often hard to interpret. But never wrong."
"Now Cordelia, I need you to tell me precisely what you saw."
"There was this guy. He was big, like a football player. He was all slimy and gross, like some kind of monster or zombie or something. His face was hidden by a mask. Like what goalies wear for hockey? I saw Buffy screaming. Then I saw someone swinging a knife, or maybe a machete. Then there was a splatter of blood. Then I passed out. If The Powers That Be had sent me any other images, I couldn't see them through the pain."
"A slimy zombie monster in a hockey mask. Are you sure?"
"That's what I saw. Whatever this guy is, if I got a vision of him, he's bad news."
"Thank you Cordelia," says Giles, "I believe Joyce knows where Riley took Buffy for their vacation. I'll give her a call right away."
"I already tried that. There wasn't any answer."
"In that case I'll swing by, just to make sure everything's alright and find out where Buffy went."
"Okay. Be careful."
"I shall, thank you. And thank you for the warning."
"I only hope I called in time to be of some help."
"As do I," says Giles, "Goodbye."
Giles hangs up the phone and then heads immediately up to his bedroom.
"Rupert?" asks Olivia, "What's wrong?"
"Get dressed," he tells her, "I think Buffy is in incredible danger. I have to find her and warn her."
"You mean that nice blonde girl I met the last time I was here?" she asks, "I thought you said she was some kind of superhero or something."
"She's The Slayer," replies Giles, "But she's not invulnerable. If whatever this is that Cordelia saw in her vision is coming after her, then she has to be warned."
Giles and Olivia quickly get dressed and run out the door. They have to catch a cab to take them to Buffy's house, as Spike had destroyed Giles's car several months earlier and he still has not received his insurance cheque.
Buffy hangs up the phone. "The line's dead," she says.
"Are you sure?" asks Riley.
"I know how to use a phone, Riley. There's no dial tone. We can't call out and nobody can call in."
"What do you suppose it means?"
"Maybe nothing," says Buffy, "Or maybe that all of us won't leave this lake alive."
"Now don't go jumping to any conclusions. Let's talk to the others. There could be a logical explanation for this."
"Okay, come on."
Buffy and Riley head down to the lake. Everyone's splashing around naked, and having a great time. Amy swims up to the dock and rests against one of the support posts.
"Come on you two," she says, "Don't be shy. Strip and dip."
"In a minute," says Buffy.
John comes swimming over. "Everything okay back home?" he asks.
"I don't know," replies Buffy, "I couldn't get through. The line's dead."
"Maybe it's Jason," says Amy sarcastically, "Cutting off our lines of communication so that we can't call for help when he starts killing us off one by one. Ooooo-eeeee-oooo!"
"Relax," says John, "I got a notice from the phone company last week. They're doing some routine maintenance this weekend. We were warned that there could be some temporary interruptions in our phone service. The phones'll be up and running by dinner time. Or tomorrow morning at the latest."
"You see, Buffy?" says Riley, "I told you there's nothing to worry about."
"I guess you're right," replies Buffy, "I guess I'm just a city girl at heart. Being out in the woods is just giving me the wiggins."
"Luckily I have the perfect remedy for that," says Riley.
"Oh? And what's that?" Buffy asks him.
"This . . ." and he pushes her into the water.
Buffy hits the water with a big splash and everyone cheers and laughs. She emerges from beneath the surface, treading water and glaring up at her boyfriend. "I'm gonna get you for that!" she says.
Riley laughs, then immediately strips naked and dives in. He emerges right next to Buffy and kisses her. "I look forward to it," he says.
"Hey," says Amy, "This is supposedto be a skinny dip. Remember? I think someone here is a little over dressed."
Buffy laughs. She peels off her wet clothes and throws them up onto the dock. Once she's naked she joins Riley and the others for more fun and games.
Giles and Olivia get to Buffy's house shortly after leaving his apartment and knock on the door. Buffy's mom answer's the door a moment later.
"Rupert, hello!" she says in surprise, "What are you doing here? Is everything alright?"
"Joyce, it's very important that I get in touch with Buffy! It's a matter of life and death!"
"Well, come in," she says.
Giles and Olivia step into the house. "Hello," Joyce says to Olivia, "I'm Joyce."
"Olivia," comes the reply as she shakes Joyce's hand, "You have a lovely home."
"Why thank you," replies Mrs. Summers.
"Ladies, I'm as keen on proper etiquette as any Englishman. But I wasn't exaggerating when I said this was a matter of life and death."
"Of course," says Joyce, "What do you need?"
"I need to know where Riley took Buffy, and if they left you a phone number where they can be reached."
"Yo Giles!" says Xander as he and Anya walk into the living room carrying sandwiches, "What's up?"
"What are you two doing here?" he asks them.
"Joyce is paying Xander to help her around the house," Anya replies.
"Plus she makes us lunch," adds Xander, "And doesn't charge us for it either."
"Very good," says Giles, "Now Joyce, do you know where Buffy went?"
"Riley said he was taking her to a cabin his family owns out in New Jersey. It's by a lake . . . Crystal Lake."
"Did he give you a phone number so you can keep in touch?"
"I think they wanted as much alone time as they can get. Why? What's wrong?"
"I got a phone call from Cordelia. She says that some sort of creature in a hockey mask is after Buffy."
"What? You mean Jason Voorhees is gonna take on The Slayer?" asks Xander.
"Excuse me?" says Giles, "Jason Voorhees?"
"Yeah," says Xander innocently, "You said she was going to Crystal Lake, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, if you believe the stories about that place, the vengeful spirit of a little boy who drowned in the lake haunts those woods."
"How do you know this?"
"What? I can't have knowledge?"
"It's just that it happens so rarely, it always comes as quite a shock."
"Well, we were studying urban myths and legends in tenth grade sociology. I decided to write my report on the legend of Camp Blood. After discovering I was going to school right over top of a Hell Mouth, it seemed to be a good choice."
"What is this legend?" asks Giles, "How does the story go?"
"Well," says Xander, chewing thoughtfully on his sandwich, "There are basically two versions of the story. One is fairly plausible if you don't believe in magic, the other is more Hell Mouthy."
"Start with the first one," Giles tells him.
"Okay. Well, they both start off relatively the same, with Jason Voorhees drowning as a young boy at Camp Crystal Lake back in 1957. This drives his mother, Pamela, ape shit crazy."
"Xander! Language!" Mrs. Summers scolds him.
"Sorry. Anyway, the kids of the original owners, the Christies, inherited the camp from their folks like twenty or so years later. The eldest, Steve, decides to fix the place up and reopen it. He hires a bunch of kids to help out with fixing it up and taking care of the kids once it reopens. Then on Friday June 13th, Pamela Voorhees arrives at the camp and stalks and kills each of the people there, until there's only one left, a girl named Alice. But Alice wasn't going to go down without a fight, and she chopped Pamela's head off with Pamela's own machete."
"Oh my," says Joyce.
"Now here is where you get variations on the story. Some people claim that Jason didn't actually drown in 1957. You see, they never found his body. Rumor was that he washed up on shore on the other side of the lake. Then for whatever reason, rather than seeking help, he decided to live alone in the wilderness. Living off of whatever he could forage, or steal. And on the night of his mother's death, he watched as she murdered in his name, and witnessed her decapitation."
"Good Lord," says Giles.
"Five years later, campers start to return to Crystal Lake. They figured that enough time had passed since The Crystal Lake Massacre that the danger had passed. They were wrong. One by one Jason stalked them, killing them without mercy, in a Four day long bloodbath. Until finally, the one person to stop Jason's carnage, was a little twelve year old boy named Tommy, who hacked up Jason's body until there was no way he'd ever get up again."
"And the more . . . Hell Mouthy . . . version?" asks Giles.
"In that version, Jason did drown as a little boy. But when his vengeful mother was killed, her blood somehow awoke Jason's spirit and resurrected him as some sort of undead killing machine. Now, before I met you and Buffy, I would have put my money on Version #1. But now, let's just say I'm willing to think outside the box. Especially with what happens later."
"Why?" asks Giles, "What happens later?"
"Like, ten years or so after Jason was killed and buried. The kid who killed him, Tommy, he decides that the only way to make sure Crystal Lake stays safe forever is to cremate Jason's body. So he loads his truck up with gas cans, then goes and digs up Jason's grave. But before he can dowse the body with gasoline and burn it, it's struck by lightning and gets reanimated. Then Jason started his killing anew. Tommy tried to warn the town that Jason was back, but nobody believed him. So he had to stop Jason himself, by returning him to his original resting place. The bottom of the lake where he drowned in 1957. According to the stories, he succeeded and then disappeared."
"Wait," says Giles, "If this Tommy chap disappeared, and no one believed his story, then how did you learn about it."
"There were witnesses," explains Xander, "But no one believed them because they were all just a bunch of kids."
"Well, given my years of being a watcher and living on the Hell Mouth for so long, I'm given to believe the latter story to be the truth. I've just never encountered an undead being such as the one you've described."
"It's a revenant," says Anya.
"Excuse me?" says Giles.
"It's a revenant," Anya replies, "An undead spirit inhabiting and reanimating its mortal body seeking vengeance."
"I've heard of such creatures," admits Giles, "But I've been given to understand that they're the souls of murder victims whose killers had escaped justice."
"Like Brandon Lee in The Crow," says Xander.
"You're so cute," Anya says as she pinches Xander's cheek like an annoying aunt. "Big black birds have nothing to do with the resurrection of a spirit as a revenant. It's their thirst for vengeance."
"I still don't understand how this Jason boy could return as a revenant," says Giles, "Don't they stop killing once their goal is accomplished?"
"Like Brandon Lee in The Crow," Xander says again.
"Usually that's the case," says Anya, "But I think what you guys are describing is a rogue revenant."
"I've never heard of such a thing," says Giles, "Are you sure?"
"Revenants are exceedingly rare," says Anya, "In my thousand years as a vengeance demon, I've only ever encountered ten. But on very, very rare occasions, a person's anger and hatred towards the entire world at large is so great, they rise as a rogue revenant. And when that happens, no amount of blood will satisfy their bloodlust. They will keep killing until they are stopped."
"How often does this happen?" asks Giles.
"If this is a rogue revenant, it's only the second that I've ever heard of in the last thousand years. The first I heard about second hand, from D'Hoffran, Lord of the Vengeance Demons, my old boss. It occurred about twenty years before I became the champion of scorned women."
"So how do you kill it?"
"Well with regular revenants, the best way is to just stay out of its way and let it finish its task. That or bring the revenant's killers to justice for it. But rogues are another ballgame entirely. This Tommy person actually had the right idea, except he didn't realize one thing."
"Which was?" Xander prompts her.
"One way to stop a revenant is to bury it on hallowed ground. So long as its grave is left undisturbed, it will remain dormant."
"So by digging him up . . ."
"The grave was desecrated and therefore could no longer keep him dormant. The other way to destroy a revenant is by fire. You have to burn it until there's nothing left to reanimate."
"Not so easy to do during a thunderstorm," quips Xander.
"Another mistake Tommy made," agrees Anya, "And the final way to put his spirit at rest, is to bind him to his original resting place, as you claim Tommy had done. Unfortunately, should his rest ever be disturbed . . ."
"Then the killings will start anew," Xander finishes for her.
"Oh bloody hell," says Giles, "Buffy's gone to vacation at the very type of place she was trying to get away from. Joyce, we have to warn her! Do you have a phone number where she can be reached."
"Yes," she says, "I have it right by the phone in the kitchen."
Giles runs into the kitchen and finds the note with the number to the cabin. He grabs the receiver and dials the number. Instead of Buffy or Riley picking up, he hears, "We're sorry, the number you have reached is not in service. Please hang up and try your call again. This is a recording."
"Damn it!" he curses.
"What is it?" asks Joyce, now very worried, "What's wrong?"
"The phone lines are down," he replies, "Buffy has no idea what she's up against."
"Xander!" he calls, "Where exactly is Crystal Lake?"
"Several miles from Jersey City," recalls Xander, "Why?"
"I'm going out there," replies Giles, "If I can catch a plane now, I can probably get there by nightfall."
"Make two reservations!" says Xander, "I'm going with you!"
"Xander, no!" cries Anya.
"Anya's right," agrees Giles, "It's too dangerous."
"Look!" says Xander, "You know about the occult and monsters and stuff. I know about Jason. If we can get to Buffy before Jason does, the three of us can probably beat him. And besides. It's a long drive from New Jersey to Crystal Lake. You're gonna need someone to ride shotgun so you don't fall asleep and crash your rental car."
"Okay fine," agrees Giles, "But should there be any fighting, you let Buffy and I handle it. I'm afraid this Jason fellow will be somewhat beyond your skills."
"If even half of the stories I've heard about him are true," says Xander, "he may even be too much for Buffy."
Giles calls the airline and books two tickets to New Jersey. As luck would have it, there's a commercial jet leaving in an hour and they're less than half full. Joyce grabs her car keys.
"Come on!" she says, "I'll drive you. It'll be faster than taking a taxi."
As they're running out the door, Joyce grabs Giles by the arm. "Rupert," she says, "Bring my baby home safe."
"Even if it costs me my life," he says.
Then they get into her car and drive off, leaving Anya and Olivia behind to worry about the safety of their men.