Destiny's head was reeling while she lied in bed that night, hugging Lacey gently in one arm as the other one stroked her shoulder. The same shoulder that Jason took a hold of. That large, rough, yet soothing, protective hand…

Destiny felt her face flush as she buried her face in Lacey's chest. She had never been hugged like that before. It felt so…controlling. It felt like she didn't have any power and she needed to rely fully on Jason for everything. She knew that wasn't true and that she had more power in their relationship – if you could call what they had a relationship - then what most people would expect, but the minute those arms were around her, she felt submitted at an instant. She could still feel his fingers twirling around her hair. That was the most curious thing; he wasn't gripping her like he was trying to destroy her. He held her as if he was handling silk. He had the ability to hold her with every ounce of selfishness one could have, and yet treat her as if she was a precious jewel. She didn't know what to make it. She did know that Jason had taken a liking to her – obviously, since why else would she be there alive? -, but she didn't think he had liked her so much as to provoke him to hug her like that. When she had hugged him, only one day ago, he responded the way Lacey did, which was to do nothing. Knowing this, she didn't expect to ever get a gesture like that from him ever. But man, did he prove her wrong…

She bit her lip and shivered as she still felt her large hand on her hip. She had never been touched there before. Usually, when people hugged her, like her other family members (Which she had very rarely seen. The last time she saw them was their going-away party since they were moving to Guam), they only hugged around her shoulders or, in rarer cases, around her waist. She never had someone hug her around her hip like that before. Jason's hand was so large it managed to cup almost her entire hipbone. She had to admit, he kept a somewhat more possessive grip there than anywhere else, but he still treated the areas as if he was treating a fossil. She kinda liked that. The gentleness of it all…perhaps the hug meant something else a little deeper than what she portrayed. Perhaps…just maybe he…

Destiny gasped and shook her head slightly, her face going red. What was she thinking? Just because Jason hugged her doesn't mean he liked her that way. Maybe he was just asserting his place in their relationship, that he was the more dominant one in this situation. Of course, Destiny didn't need to be told this twice. She definitely knew that Jason could do anything to her, and she would have no way of doing anything back. Sure, they had made a contract, but Jason still could hurt her enough so she didn't have the power to leave. The thought of that made Destiny's stomach lurch, and she desperately tried to get her mind off the possibility.

The minute she tried to think of something to avert her mind from the idea of her protector killing her someday, she thought of Jason. Her mind went back to the way he looked at her sometimes. His somewhat rough, hardened expression always softened at the sight of her, unless he was trying to get something out of her, or if she did something wrong. Just the fact that she had witnessed a serial killer's whole self melt at the sight of one person shocked Destiny to a major extent. Before this whole situation she had gotten herself into, she didn't think serial killers had the ability to possess any feelings or emotion after the horrible deeds they had performed. Destiny always thought of it as serial killers making a pact with the devil; they sell their emotions to him and in exchange, he shares all of his secrets of killing. Most serial killers seem to learn from the best, after all; they rarely get caught, don't they? But it seemed as if Jason had broken this little image. It seems as if he hadn't made his pact with the devil just yet. He was able to hold onto his emotions just long enough for someone else to see them clearly. Destiny fought back the urge to smile to herself as she saw Jason's gentle expressions flit through her mind. He had such a soothing look to his eye sometimes. It felt as if she was being protected unconditionally, even though there was no reason really to protect her. She was never in any real danger or anything, was she? No one ever really paid attention to her. Destiny sighed and closed her eyes, trying to drift off into a somewhat peaceful sleep. She found that in only two minutes she couldn't, and for three perfectly logical reasons…

…Those gentle hands…holding her so protectively, so sweetly…

…That notepad that spoke all his thoughts…his caring, reassuring words…

…His soft gaze…the soothing look in his eyes…

…Well, logical to her.

Destiny squeaked softly and shook her head in Lacey's chest, her face burning.

'No…n-no, no, no, no, no…'

There's no way Destiny could be crushing on a serial killer, right?

Destiny took a lot of time to ponder this that night, and every night thereafter until she came to the conclusion that, yes, she was crushing on the Camp Crystal Lake Killer. Now that this sudden fact had dawned on her, Destiny couldn't control her skin tone whenever he was near, which was almost all the time. She always had a faint blush on her cheeks now, much to her annoyance. Her slight stuttering always seemed to reach a somewhat higher peak of squeaks and whimpers whenever he came close, which only caused the irritating tinge of her face to darken substantially more than necessary. The best thing was that Jason didn't take this to heart. He just thought that Destiny was acting like she always did, but only with a little more emphasis. At least he wasn't bothered by it. She didn't know what she would do if Jason had noticed and confronted her about it.

Once a couple more weeks went by, Jason had gotten more and more used to Destiy leaving to get things for herself. That is, until she actually drove off. The minute he saw the car drive out of the campsite, his jealousy and selfish thoughts would be the only thing that would cloud his mind. The very idea of anyone touching her that wasn't him while he wasn't around made him grit his teeth and leave deep slash marks on certain trees that he stalked by. Even his mother couldn't calm him down anymore. At many points he wanted to destroy the car and force her to stay within the confines of his sights, but that would only cause Destiny to get upset at him. Jason didn't want to resort to chaining her up, but if matters came to that, he would. He would do anything to keep her there with him, and to emphasize a fact that has been set in stone since she arrived at Camp Crystal Lake; Destiny was HIS girl. No matter what. His cravings for her angelic form in his presence was almost enough to push him into destroying one of the cabins. He knew how utterly greedy he was feeling, but he didn't care in the least. He NEEDED her. He needed to know she was okay. He needed to touch her soft skin and silky hair, wrap his arms around her tiny form and just never, ever let go. For the life of him, he just couldn't go through a day without wanting to latch onto her and just smell the intoxicating aroma that hung around her – Destiny, he called it. A beautiful name for a scent, don't you think? – ever since he did so that one night before one of his more brutal killings. He had refrained from doing so, however, because he didn't know how Destiny would react. He knew that if he hurt her in any way, she would leave him, so he didn't want to take any chances. He didn't want to scare his little girl anymore. He had already done so way too many times then he should have.

While the weeks went by, Destiny took the time to read Jason the stories that she brought with her. It was coincidental in the fact that a quite ravenous thunderstorm had erupted from the confines of the heavyset clouds overhead and Destiny made no moves to go anywhere near the door. Jason didn't mind it, since he was used to such storms wreaking havoc, but it only caused Destiny to feel endless bouts of homesickness. If she was at her real home, she would have curled up on her bed, countless blankets wrapped around her, regardless of it was humid, and read as the maid sent her mug after mug of hot chocolate. Unfortunately, the only thing she really had was the threadbare blankets she already had from her bedspread and Lacey. This didn't help at all, and only provoked Destiny to start sobbing behind Jason's back while he was out to go check on the bear traps and make sure no one was shooting up heroine in one of the cabins. When Jason returned to find Destiny in such a state, he fought back the urge to tug her against him and stroked her hair gently and wiped her tears away, trying to calm her down without making too much contact against his will. After half an hour and two pages of reassuring words, Destiny's body had relaxed, but Jason wasn't done yet. Instead, he managed to find more blankets, the same ones that Destiny had managed to find before, and wrapped her all up in them, which caused Destiny to giggle and squirm. Jason's mood instantly lightened at the sound and he tried to come up with something that would distract her. He instantly noticed a book lying on the floor, and he 'asked' if she would read it to him. She agreed and from then on, Destiny was always at his side with a book, stopping occasionally when Jason had a question.

Destiny was slightly surprised that Jason had so many questions about the books she read to him. She never thought of Jason as dumb – he's been able to survive out in the wilderness by himself without any contact with the outside world. That's not just luck. – but she didn't know that he would be so curious. Destiny could only guess that it stemmed from the fact that he died during a crucial learning stage of his life where most kids are rather eager to learn all they can about the things introduced to them. Destiny loved that he was eager to learn about things, even though he was somewhat passed that stage in his life. She knew that sooner or later she would have to get more complicated books to read to him to keep him interested. She had the feeling that the same type of stories would bore him.

There were a few killings in the time that passed between the first killing – well second, counting the one that Destiny was somewhat involved in – and the last week of June. Jason had always made sure that Destiny stayed in the house when it happened and Destiny would try to block out the screams with reading and sleeping, which never, ever worked out. She always wound up shaking when Jason returned covered in blood, and he had learned to try and wash off the blood before coming back home after seeing her look at the stains uneasily. Jason tried hard not to hug her during those moments, but sometimes he just couldn't help it. He wouldn't hold her any longer then was necessary, which to her was only about five seconds before she started to tremble out of utter shyness. At those points Jason wanted to just ignore it and hold her closer, but he knew he had to respect her boundaries. Perhaps…one day she will let him hug her…and possibly hold her. He knew it wouldn't be for a while, but he could hope.

If you're thinking that the only thing that was on Jason's mind at this point was trying to hold her, you're wrong, even though that's what's been mostly talked about in this part of the story. Jason's mind was also set on making sure Destiny was happy. An example of this is right now, when Destiny had just finished changing into her clothes for the day while Jason waits patiently for her to come down. Destiny was now following him outside into the hot summer day.

"Jason? A-aren't you ever hot in that jacket?" Jason looked down into her curious eyes and picked up his notepad.

"Destiny, you always ask about my jacket. Why is it so interesting to you?" After showing her what he had written, her face had flushed more than it already had and she glanced away from him.

"W-well, I dunno…I-I like your jacket…i-it's nice…" Jason let out a grin behind his mask and he ruffled her hair gently before stopping.

"U-Um…what are we gonna do?" Jason looked at her weakly and gave a small shrug. He didn't really know exactly how to entertain someone, since he never needed any reason to. He knew how to entertain himself. All he needed were a few unknowing victims and his-

"Do you ever go in the lake?" Destiny asked, looking over at the dock. Jason glanced at it as well and shook his head. He never really went near the lake since what happened to him.

"You don't? I-Is it because you're scared of water, since, well…y-you know…" she trailed off weakly, as if she felt like she had said too much. Jason patted her head reassuringly and pulled out his notepad again.

"I'm not scared of water. I just don't like it."

"Th-that makes sense, I guess. I mean, I-I wouldn't wanna go near anything water-related if I drowned…b-but then again, I wouldn't have that option, since I can't resurrect myself…" Destiny looked down and furrowed her eyebrows in thought. Jason rolled his eyes and shook his head slowly, chuckling to himself.

"Wh-what? Don't laugh at me!" Destiny's voice hit a high pitch as she tried to regain her dignity, her face flushing up again. Jason could only laugh more and ruffle her hair again before making his way around a bear trap. Destiny pouted at him from behind and followed him.

"H-hey Jason?" He made a gesture that showed he was listening. "Do you ever get scared of stuff?" Jason stopped mid-step and turned to look down at her, somewhat incredulously.

"Destiny, I'm not scared of anything."

"R-really?"

"Really."

"I bet you are."

"And why do you say that?" Jason glanced at her as she read the notepad somewhat. A slow grin crossed her face as she did so, and she looked up at him with a look he never saw before. Mischievous?

"Because…I bet I can scare you!"

END CHAPTAH!

Oh, Lord…I think I'm slowly killing this story…seriously, I'm having major writing blocks. I had NO idea how to write this part and make it sound interesting and what scares me. I don't want this story to die. I want to finish it…and make you guys happy and not flame the hell out of me for putting it on-hold forever. If the story IS dying, please let me know, and I'll try harder to bring some life back into it. I will turn it into a Frankenstein story if I must! *Pulls on goggles and rubber gloves*

But really, let me know if the story is suffering to you. I'll try and change it next chapter. Writing blocks and such are getting to me, so hopefully that will go away by the next time I work on a chapter. And be honest. Be brutal. I can take it. Really. And yes, the ending was my pathetic try of making a cliffhanger to make things more interesting.

-NikoRu Rene