Hello everyone, English is not my native language, so I apologize for the not very good translation. I am a big fan of the "Views" series of films and have always wanted to write fanfiction based on these films. Do not judge strictly, this is my first experience, but I sincerely hope that you will like it. Due to the heavy workload, I won't be able to publish the sequel often. Thank you all, I wish you a pleasant reading!

Part one. A stranger in the wilderness

The pickup truck was driving along a poorly lit road, lights and road signs flashed in the light of bright headlights. Taking out a cigarette lighter and firmly pressing another cigarette into it, the driver let out a cloud of tobacco smoke from his mouth. Going out on a straight section of the highway and pressing the gas pedal to the floor, he squeezed all the forces out of the car. The roar of the engine began to drown out the radio when the chorus of the song Hayway to hell came from it.

- Hey, Larry, turn it up - a young guy about 20 years old was sitting in the back and constantly sipping something from a metal jar.

Having turned the toggle switch to the maximum volume, so that the roar of drums and bass filled the entire space of the car, the man, whom the passenger called Larry, began to shake his head to the beat of the music.

- How much longer do we have?

"Twenty miles or so. Give me a drink too - grabbing the jar, he emptied it in one greedy gulp and threw it out the window. - I hope we will be able to deliver the goods on time.

In the distance, a car appeared on the side of the road and next to it a woman who was standing nearby and hitching a ride.

- What the hell is this? Where is she from here?

- I have no idea, we'll find out now

Stopping the car opposite Larry involuntarily became interested in the woman. She looked simply stunning, white straight shoulder-length hair, delicate facial features, eyes with a sky-blue tint, a thin neck. She was wearing a light knee-length dress with a rather immodest neckline. It was very unusual for those places. Larry thought that she was clearly a foreigner, since local women could not even envy such an appearance.

- You couldn't help. I need to go to the nearest city, and the car broke down as luck would have it. - her gentle voice seemed to be mesmerizing, she said it while looking intently into Larry's eyes.

They had to deliver the cargo to an agreed place outside the city, and there wasn't much time left. "Damn, we need to hurry, although how not to help such a beauty. Where the hell did she come from, and how did she end up in the backwoods of Georgia."

- Yes, ma'am, sit down, we have an empty seat and we are just going to the city. Hey, Jimm, move over there and put the cans away, you miserable idiot.

- You're fucked up, Larry, what other fucking passengers, we actually have a case. You forgot?

Larry looked around and gave his companion a look that did not allow for bickering. - We'll make it, close your mouth, and sit in silence.

The car sped on, the driver constantly looking in the rearview mirror, carefully examining the new fellow traveler.

"So you're from Los Angeles?" And how did you get into our hole?

- I came here to meet friends

Jimmy also looked closely at the companion "she's good, I wonder if this chick has someone, although what difference does it make." His hand slowly crawled towards the stranger, the back of his palm, wildly agitated with fear and excitement, he began rubbing against his thigh. There was no reaction, having lost the remnants of shyness, he boldly put his hand on his knee and began to lead her up lifting her dress. In response, her hand began massaging his groin.

Expecting this, he stared at her with all his eyes. The stranger continued to behave as if nothing was happening.

- You can stop the car - she leaned her whole body forward - I need ...to the toilet

Stopping the car, Larry went out to smoke. Jim walked impatiently beside him, turning over in his brain what had happened in the car.

- Why is she there for a long time, I'll go check it out

- Yes, come on

Smoking one cigarette after another, he plunged into his thoughts: "I know many people in this God-forsaken town and its surroundings, but no one told me that a friend from the south was coming to them. Enough time has passed, where have they gone? " After passing through the nearest bushes, he saw a rather piquant picture, his friend pinched a stranger at a tree and passionately kissed her. Grinning, he was about to get back into the car when he suddenly felt clots of scarlet blood splashed on his face. Wiping the blood from his face, without realizing what had happened, he saw how the back of Larry's head was torn apart, the uneven edges of the skull were visible, blood was flowing down his head, neck and greasy shirt, fragments of brains mixed with fragments of the skull were visible. Throwing her body to the side, the blonde stared at him with glassy, inhuman eyes that burned with a blue glow. Pulling her tongue covered with thorns into her mouth, she calmly, as if nothing had happened, straightened her clothes, took a bottle of water out of her bag, took a sip and spat it out mixed with blood.

On shaky legs, Jim turned around and was preparing to rush to the car, when suddenly he felt a heavy blow, there was a crunch of breaking vertebrae and rolling his eyes, he collapsed like a sack to the ground. Going out to the car, the stranger got behind the wheel, looked in the rearview mirror, straightened her hair and turned the key in the lock. The engine gave a strained roar and the car drove out onto the road and disappeared around the bend.