Chapter Four
After having been skinny dipping for a few hours, Buffy finally swims over to the dock and pulls herself up out of the water. Betsy and Amy are lying on their towels, enjoying a little nude sunbathing. Buffy accidentally drips on them as she walks past to grab a dry towel.
"Hey Buffy," says Amy, "What're you doing?"
"I'm going inside to check to see if the phones are working yet," says Buffy as she wraps a towel around her naked body, "Besides, I'm starting to prune up. If I get any wrinklier, I'll start looking like Grandma."
"In that case," says Riley, as he pulls himself up out of the water, "You must have one hell of a sexy grandma."
"I'd second that!" laughs Amy.
"I'm torn between saying 'Thank you' and 'Eewww'," replies The Slayer.
"Stick with 'Thank you'," says Riley as he pulls on his shorts and t-shirt.
"We'll be in in a minute," says John, "I'm starting to get kinda hungry. Figured I'd fire up the BBQ and throw on some burgers."
"None for me, thanks," says Betsy, "I'm vegan."
"That's cool," says John, "We have tofu burgers as well. Even got some vegan-friendly BBQ sauce for them."
"Just so long as you don't cook them on the same part of the grill as the beef burgers, then we're cool."
"Okay," says Riley, "We'll see you guys inside."
Buffy and Riley head over to the cabin. Once inside, Buffy heads straight over to the phone. She picks up the receiver and dials, but there's still no service. She clicks the receiver cradle several times like she sees in the movies. That didn't help, but then it never helps in the movies either. She tries dialing the operator, but can't even get through to them.
"Riley, something's wrong," she says, "There is no way that the phones could be legitimately out of order for this long. Not if they're just down for maintenance. What if Jason's back?"
"Buffy, Jason's just a legend. A myth."
"Yeah, well until earlier this year you thought the same thing about vampire slayers. Yet here I am."
"Okay, look. Let's jump in the truck and drive into town. We can call Giles from a pay phone. And I've still got a few friends in the military. I can call Graham, see if he knows about anything supernatural happening around Crystal Lake."
"Good. Grab your keys and let's go."
"Um, Buffy?" says Riley, "Don't you think we should get dressed first?"
Buffy looks down at the towel she has wrapped around herself. "Oh yeah," she says.
She and Riley run upstairs to their room and shut the door. Buffy quickly grabs a bra and some panties from her clothing bag and puts them on. Then she opens up her weapons bag and takes out a steel dagger with an ankle strap and straps it to her ankle. Then she straps a spring-sheath to her forearm and slips a knife into it. As a quick test she extends her arm and flexes her muscles. The knife springs directly into her grasp. Satisfied, she immediately resets it. She quickly throws on a pair of jeans and a tank top. Then she puts on a long sleeved sweater to hide her spring-sheath and a denim jacket over that. She then takes out what appears to be a leather wallet. She opens it up, and there are four throwing knives inside it. She pulls out one, tests the edge with her thumb, then puts it back and tucks the wallet into her jacket pocket.
As she looks over to Riley, she sees that she wasn't the only one to bring weapons on their vacation. He has a .45 Automatic pistol strapped to his ankle, and a very large revolver in a shoulder holster. He clips a ballistic knife onto his belt, and then tucks a survival knife into the back of his jeans waistband. He puts on his leather jacket, hiding his arsenal, and then quickly checks to make sure his revolver is loaded.
"What is that?" ask Buffy, "A .44 magnum?"
"Smith & Wesson 500," replies Riley, "Has about triple the firepower of a .44 Magnum, but only about half the recoil."
"I thought you said Jason was only a legend."
"I didn't say I brought this in case Jason showed up. But we do have a tendency to wind up fighting demons where ever we go, and better safe than sorry."
"Then why did you tease me for bringing my weapons?"
"Just one of the perks of being your boyfriend."
"Okay, so we're dressed and armed. Now what? What are we gonna tell your friends?"
'Don't worry," says Riley, "I've got it figured out."
The two of them head downstairs and find most of the others in the kitchen, gathering up supplies for the BBQ. The only two missing are Betsy and Amy.
"Where are Betsy and Amy?" asks Buffy.
"Still down by the lake," says John, "They said that they wanna take advantage of the nice weather and soak up as much of the sun as time will allow."
"If you ask me," says Debra, "I think they wanna get in a little hanky panky before dinner."
"Look," says Riley, "Me and Buffy are going on a beer run. You guys want anything?"
"Sure," says John, "Get me some Appleton 151, a case of Coke, and a case of Barque's Root Beer."
"I'd like a bottle of Smirnoff, and some citrus juice," says Debra, "You know, orange, grapefruit, pineapple, whatever."
"Oh!" says Heather, "Get me some chocolate milk, some Kahlua, and some Crème De Cacao."
"I'll take some tequila, salt, and limes," says Wes, "Oh! And margarita mix!"
"Anything else?" asks Riley.
"Beer!" they all shout.
"Okay cool," Riley laughs, "We'll be right back."
"Hurry," says John, "The grill will be ready for the burgers in about an hour."
Buffy and Riley head out to their rental truck and get in. "Beer run?" Buffy asks as Riley starts up the engine.
"Can you think of a better excuse to duck out of a party with a bunch of college kids?" asks Riley.
"Good point," Buffy has to admit.
"Come on," says Riley as he puts the truck in drive, "Let's go."
They drive off down the old dirt road towards the highway. John watches them leave from the kitchen window, then goes back to getting stuff ready for dinner. As Buffy and Riley drive off into the darkening woods, they fail to notice the dark figure of Jason Voorhees watching them drive by from the shadows.
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Out on the highway, Xander and Giles are heading along towards the town of Crystal Lake. They had been on the road for hours. Xander made sure that Giles rented a good sturdy jeep to navigate the old dirt roads once they got to the country, not an old rust bucket like what he had been driving since he had moved to Sunnydale.
"Can you step on it?" says Xander.
"I'm going the speed limit," replies Giles.
"We're not heading to a picnic here Giles! We're on our way to save Buffy!"
"I'm well aware of that, Xander! But we won't be doing Buffy any good if we get locked up in jail for the night!"
"Giles, this is America. Everyone speeds here! You don't get a night in jail for speeding, all you get is a ticket and a $100 fine."
"Normally, that would be true," admits Giles, "But we've got some fairly specific items in our rental jeep that might make us look a little . . . suspicious."
Xander takes a look in the back seat of the jeep. On their way out of town they had swung by a couple of hardware and sporting goods stores to stock up on stuff that they hoped would stop Jason. At first glance, it looks like just camping gear. But on closer inspection, they could appear to be a couple of serial killers on their way for a weekend killing spree. If any cops pulled them over for speeding and gave the jeep a fairly thorough inspection . . .
"I see what you mean," says Xander. "I just have this terrible feeling that we might already be too late."
"So do I."
Despite his earlier objections, Giles presses on the accelerator just a little harder, pushing the jeep just a little bit faster.
Back at the lake, Betsy and Amy are still sunning themselves on the dock. The sun is hovering just above the mountains, promising to plunge the area into darkness at any moment. Amy looks over at her lover.
"You ready to go inside?" she asks.
"Not just yet," replies Betsy.
She kisses Amy passionately on the mouth. Their tongues dance with each other for several moments. Then Betsy starts kissing her way down Amy's neck. She kisses her bare shoulders, then drags her tongue down to her breasts. Here Betsy lingers, kissing and suckling Amy's breasts like a breastfeeding infant. Amy's nipples become stiff and erect at the erotic attention they're receiving. Then Betsy buries her face in between Amy's breasts and motorboats, causing her girlfriend to burst out with laughter.
Betsy starts slowly licking her way down Amy's smooth, flat belly, stopping periodically to kiss her here and there. She lingers at Amy's navel, kissing it and teasing it with her tongue. This prompts more laughter from Amy, as her navel has always been exceptionally ticklish. A fact Betsy knows quite well. Betsy continues working her way down her lover's body, until finally her face is resting right between Amy's silky smooth thighs. Amy spreads her legs and relaxes. While she does enjoy the company of men, she must admit it takes a woman to truly know how to touch another woman.
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Along the path to the lake, Jason finds the machete Buffy had imbedded into the trunk of the tree. The blade is driven in so deep, no mortal man could possibly pull it free. Jason grasps it with one cold, dead hand, and yanks it from the tree trunk like King Arthur drawing Excalibur from the stone. He then continues on towards the lake.
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Amy is lost in the sensations of Betsy's masterful tongue. She's so engrossed in her love making, she doesn't even hear the steady footsteps as Jason draws nearer. She closes her eyes as she grinds her hips, thrusting her groin into Betsy's face. Betsy intensifies her oral treatment of her girlfriend's love button.
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"Oh yes!" moans Amy, "Yeah, just like that! A little more! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!'
Amy opens her eyes and looks up to see Jason standing above her, machete in one hand, hatchet in the other. She opens her mouth to scream, but Jason drives the machete down into her mouth before she could make a sound, pinning her head to the wooden dock. Her scream comes out a strangled gurgling sound. Her body goes into spasms as it tries futilely to hold onto life.
Betsy, her focus completely on her lover's clitoris, doesn't even realize that she is now performing cunnilingus on a corpse. Thinking that Amy's death rattle was in fact a mind blowing orgasm, Betsy lingers just a little longer.
"I hope you're not too worn out, Sweetie," she says, "'Cause it's my turn."
She finally looks up at her lover and sees her lying there with a machete shoved hilt deep into her mouth. Standing above her is Jason, breathing heavily in anger and holding a hatchet. Betsy falls back and screams as Jason throws the hatchet at her, burying it deep into her forehead. Betsy falls into the water with a splash, and then sinks beneath the waves. Jason steps on Amy's face and then pulls the machete from her mouth. To an observer it would look as though a sword swallowing trick had gone very, very wrong. Jason then turns and looks up at the lights from the cabin, just barely peeking through the trees.
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Buffy and Riley are driving along the road. Buffy is acting more and more nervous. She has a terrible feeling that Crystal Lake is not nearly as serene as Riley believed. Looking over at Riley, she can tell that he's really beginning to worry too. You can't live in a town built on top of a Hell Mouth for any length of time and notbe worried about legendary monsters and death curses being real.
"Can't this heap go any faster?" Buffy asks.
"Buffy, you have to be careful driving along these old country roads," Riley replies, "It's really easy to get stuck if you run off the . . ."
Suddenly there's a loud bang, like an explosion, and Riley has to fight with the wheel to keep control of the truck. They drive off the road and into the bushes, crashing into the trunk of a large and ancient birch tree.
" . . . Road." Riley finishes.
"You okay?" asks Buffy.
"Yeah," replies Riley, "You?"
"I'm fine. What happened?"
"Sounded like we had a blowout."
Buffy and Riley get out of the truck and check the damage. The hood of the truck and the front grill are pretty much caved in. The front bumper is bent nearly in half. But most disturbing to Buffy, is all four tires are flat.
"Now how the Hell did that happen?" says Riley, more to himself than anything.
Buffy goes back over to the road and begins looking around. It's getting dark, which makes looking for clues more difficult. But she manages to find one, or at least it found her.
"Ouch! Damn it!"
"What is it?" asks Riley, "What happened?"
"I think I found why we had the blowout, that's what," says Buffy.
Riley comes running over. Buffy's holding a heavy tree branch, about as long as she is tall. Nails had been driven through the tree limb at various angles, all along its length. And judging from the end where it had been removed from the tree, it had been cut off very recently.
"Maybe it's Sean playing another practical joke," says Riley.
"It was half buried in the road. And there are others too. Whoever did this, doesn't want people driving out of here."
"Hey, what's that?" asks Riley, looking farther up the road.
Buffy looks to see what he's referring to. Up the road and just around the bend, there looks to be lights. Specifically, the flashing red lights of a parked car in distress. Buffy hikes up her pant leg and draws her dagger. Riley follows her lead and draws his huge revolver. They run over to where the lights are coming from, and then stop in their tracks.
"Well now we know why the phones aren't working," says Buffy as she sees the downed telephone pole.
They approach the abandoned truck cautiously. The tires had all been slashed, and the hood of the truck had been opened. Riley takes out a small penlight from his jacket pocket and looks at the engine.
"Yeah, someone really did a number on this," he says, "The fan belt's been cut. The radiator hose has been torn out. The distributor cap is missing. And even if I could fix all of that, the tires are all flat."
"Riley! Get over here!"
Riley runs over to Buffy, who is kneeling by the top of the felled telephone pole. As he approaches, Buffy holds up her hand. It is soaked in blood.
"Still think this is all some sick joke?" she says.
Riley looks to see where the blood came from. There's a large puddle of it right under the top of the pole. There's no body, but with that much blood, whoever was lying there is definitely dead.
"We don't have times to go to town and call Giles," says Riley, "We gotta go get the others! We go back now, get the others, and get the hell out of here before it's too late!"
"It may already be too late," says Buffy.
"John's my family. I have to try."
"We're not gonna get very far with this log laying across the road like this. You go clear the rest of the spikes out of the road. I'll take care of the telephone pole."
"Buffy, you can't possibly lift that entire . . ."
Buffy grabs hold of the pole and lifts one end of it off the ground, swinging it around to the side of the road.
"Alright then," says Riley, "Never mind." And he runs over to remove the other spikes that Jason had apparently set up to prevent anyone from escaping. Or perhaps to prevent help from arriving. Maybe even both.
Once he's done, he goes back and helps Buffy move the phone company's truck to the side of the road. Once the path is clear to drive both to and from the cabin, the two of them start running back to the cabin. All the while they pray that they're not too late.
At the cabin, everyone is out on the patio waiting for the coals in the BBQ to be hot enough to put the burgers on the grill. They have potatoes baking in the oven inside in the kitchen, as well as corn on the cob cooking on the stove.
"Did any of you guys hear a scream?" asks John, "It sounded like it came from the lake."
"Probably Betsy having another orgasm," says Debra, "Those two go at it like a couple of lesbian turkeys."
"Don't you mean lesbian rabbits?" asks Wes.
"No, turkey's," says Debra, "During mating season, a turkey will screw itself to death if given a chance."
"No way!" says Heather.
"It's true," says Debra, "The turkey is statistically the horniest creature on the planet. Once they get in the mood, they don't stop. Ever."
"Hey John!" says Robert, "How long until we can throw the burgers on?"
"It'll be at least another twenty minutes before the coals are hot enough," John replies.
"Good!" says Jamie Lee, as she wraps her arms around Robert's neck, "That gives us time to work up an appetite."
With that, she kisses Robert and walks into the cabin. Wes and Heather laugh as Robert immediately follows his girlfriend inside. Debra heads into the kitchen to check on the corn and potatoes, while Wes and Heather begin making out. Then Heather sniffs Wes's hair and makes a face.
"Eewww!" she says. Then she smells her own hair. "Yech! I think there's something in the water. My hair smells disgusting!"
"I didn't smell anything," says Wes.
"Well, I'm gonna go take a shower before supper. Wanna come?"
"I'll be up in a minute," he says, "Guy time first."
"Okay," she says, "But no sex until after you've showered. I'm serious. I think there's something fouling up the lake water."
"I promise," he says.
Just as Heather is about to step inside, the power goes out.
"Shit," she says, "Now what?"
"It's probably the generator," says John, "It's old, so it doesn't run as well as it used to. Don't worry, there are plenty of candles in the house. Hey, Wes. Could you do me a favor and check the generator? I gotta stay here and keep an eye on the grill."
"Yeah, sure," says Wes, "Where is it?'
"In the shed around back. You'll find a flashlight right by the door once you walk in."
"Great. I'll be right back."
Wes heads off towards the shed, and Heather heads into the kitchen. She finds that Debra had already lit a bunch of candles. She takes a couple of the lit ones and takes them upstairs. She puts one in her and Wes's bedroom, then heads over to the bathroom to take a shower. As she walks past Robert and Jamie Lee's room, she can hear them moaning as they enjoy their sexcapades. She smiles and shakes her head. Those two are almost as bad as Betsy and Amy.
Wes finds the generator shed easily enough. The door is unlocked, so he just walks right in. He finds the flashlight John had told him about. It's one of those really heavy duty ones that practically needs a car battery. He turns it on and is relieved to see that it still works. He checks out the generator. The motor has stopped running. The fuel gauge says that there's plenty of gas. The switches are all turned to the on position. As he's inspecting the generator, he finds that the several cables have been pulled out and are completely shredded.
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"What the hell?" he says, "What the hell could've done this?"
He turns around and runs face to face with Jason, who grabs him by the head and twists it all the way around backward. Wes's body falls to the floor, and Jason stands there looking at it. His broad shoulders rise and fall as he breathes heavily in anger. He turns around and walks out of the shed, slamming the door behind him.
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John is on the patio, poking the coals around in the BBQ, making sure the flames reach all of them. He hears footsteps coming up the stairs behind him.
"Hey Wes," he says, "Couldn't figure out the generator huh? Okay, you take over here, I'll go take a look."
He turns around and sees Jason standing there with a machete in his hand, poised to strike. Before John could say a word, Jason takes his head clean off his shoulders with a single stroke of the machete.
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Debra comes out of the kitchen holding a propane lantern. John is nowhere to be found.
"John?" she calls, "You out here?"
No answer. She walks over to the BBQ and looks around. She still can't see anyone.
"I guess he went to work on the generator," she says to herself.
She lifts the lid to the BBQ and finds John's severed head sitting on the grill, cooking over the coals. She screams and turns to run, but runs right into Jason. Jason shoves a BBQ fork into her chin and drives it up into her brain. He then lifts her up into the air and drive the top of her head into one of the rafters above the patio, pushing the BBQ fork through her skull and into the wooden beam. Then he leaves her hanging from the rafter like a side of beef. Silently, Jason turns and walks into the house.
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Upstairs, Heather is in the shower. She turns the water off and listens for a moment.
"Did somebody just scream?" she asks. No answer. "Must've been Jamie Lee. I swear, she's as bad as Betsy."
She steps out of the shower and towels off. Then she wraps the towel around her naked body, takes the candle, and heads back to her room. Sure enough, when she walks past Robert and Jamie Lee's room, it sounds like they're watching a hard-core porno movie with the volume turned all the way up. She goes to her and Wes's room and puts on her bra and panties. She takes out a hair brush and brushes the knots out of her hair. As she's looking through her make up bag, a couple of joints roll out. She picks one up.
"Why not?" she says.
She walks over to the bed and sits down. Using the candle, she lights up the joint and takes some deep tokes. She lies back on the bed and allows the marijuana to take effect. She just takes another toke when Jason's hand comes up from under the bed and grabs her by the forehead. At the same time, the blade of his machete bursts out from in between her breasts.
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Robert and Jamie Lee are in their room, oblivious to the danger they are in. The candlelight glistens off of the sweat which coats their bodies. Jamie Lee is on all fours like a dog, while Robert is kneeling behind her, thrusting away.
"Yes!" she cries, "Yes! That's it! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! God yes! I love it!"
"Fuck! I love it when you talk dirty to me!" says Robert, "Tell me more!"
"Fuck me!" she says, "Fuck me like a bitch! That's it! Harder! Deeper! God! I love it!"
"Oh God!" he cries, " I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna . . . Aaarrgh!"
He thrusts his hips forward a couple more times and then they collapse onto the bed together, spooning in the candlelight. They lie there for a moment, catching their breath. Robert leans over her and kisses her passionately on the lips.
"You . . . are so . . . amazing," he says, gasping for breath.
"Sweetie, you ain't seen nothin' yet," she replies.
"Oh yeah? What do you have in mind."
"Your turn."
"My turn? My turn for what"
"Your turn to get down on all fours and be fucked like a bitch," she says.
"What?"
Jamie Lee leans over the side of the bed and grabs a bag which had been tucked away beneath it. She unzips it and rummages through the contents, until she comes up with a strap on dildo.
"I'm gonna peg your ass," she says.
"What? No way! There is no way you're sticking that thing up my ass."
"Why not? You like it when I stick my finger up there."
"Look at the size of that thing! Does that look like a fucking finger to you? Whose finger was used for the mold? Andre the Giant?"
"The dildo is removable. I can put a smaller one on. Trust me, I'll be gentle."
"How small?"
"Practically a baby dick. You'll love it, I swear."
"Let's see it first."
Jamie takes out her bag and starts rummaging around in it. "Shit!" she says.
"Forgot to pack it?"
"No, I forgot to pack the lube. I think I saw some petroleum jelly in the bathroom. Wait here, I'll be right back."
She gets up and grabs his t-shirt, putting it on as she heads to the door. She takes a candle and walks down the hall to the bathroom. She squats down and looks through the cupboard beneath the bathroom sink. She can't find the petroleum jelly down there. She stands back up and opens up the medicine cabinet. There's the petroleum jelly, sitting on the top shelf. She takes it down and closes the cabinet door.
As the door closes, she sees Jason standing right behind her in the reflection in the mirror. She tries to scream, but he covers her mouth with his hand, muffling the sound. She flails her arms and legs in a desperate attempt to fight him off. The bathroom door slams shut in the struggle. Jason lifts Jamie Lee off the ground and drives her skull into the coat hook on the inside of the door. Her body goes limp as her life slips away. Jason releases the body, then stands back and watches it for a moment as it hangs there. Then he opens the door and leaves the bathroom.
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The bedroom door creaks open. Robert is lying on the bed, flat on his belly. His bare ass is exposed for the entire world to see. He hears footsteps approaching.
"You find what you were looking for, Hun?" asks Robert.
No answer.
"What? Trying to surprise me? Just remember. Don't go sticking anything in there that's too big, or we're through with pegging."
Still no answer.
"Deal?"
Robert looks over his shoulder to see Jason standing there with his machete raised. Robert moves to try and spring from the bed, but Jason strikes first. He stabs Robert through the back, the machete blade going all the way through to the floor beneath the bed. Then he pulls the bade out and stabs him again. Then again. And again. And again. Over and over he stabs Robert through the back. Once he finally stops, Jason stands there looking down at Robert's bloody, twitching, corpse. Still not satisfied, Jason tucks the machete into his belt, grabs the ends of the bed, and then folds the bed, and its occupant, in half. Breathing heavily in anger, Jason stands there glaring at Robert's mutilated corpse. Then he turns and walks away.
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Jason walks into Buffy and Riley's room. Even his severely handicapped mind understands that it will still be some time before the occupants of this room return. Still, something draws him in here. Instinct, perhaps. As he's looking about, his foot bumps one of Buffy's suitcases. It falls open, revealing itself to be filled with weapons. Jason reaches down and grabs Buffy's crossbow. He looks at it in the moonlight, admiring the way the silver light of the moon reflects off of the steel arrowheads. He pulls back the bowstring until it locks in place with an audible click. This will do . . . This will do just fine. He turns around and walks away.
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