The Capeside Sagas : Part 4
Author: Kat
Rating : Aww, read it already...
Summary: Dawson, Joey, Jen, Pacey, Andie, Jack, Eve and Chris have all been chosen to be part of a new program. The Capeside Bunch transfers to a little town called Shadyside for one semester. They move to a cozy house in a lovely neighborhood known as Fear Street.
Classification: Crossover/Parody, no real romantic stuff .
Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know.
Author's Note: I'm making Eve a lot like Abby. I had to take a break from all the serious stuff, aka The Leading Man's Legacy. Hope you like my stab at the more comical side of the creek.
Disclaimer: Don't own Dawson's Creek or the great series by R.L. Stine, Fear Street.
"Corky, can I be honest with you?" Dawson asked. He turned to her and studied her expression. She smiled slightly.
"Of course, Dawson."
"I think Pacey had something to do with what happened to Jen."
There was no reaction from her for a few moments. "Not that I don't trust my best friend..."
"No, Dawson, I'm sure you do. It's just that, you're not the only one who feels that way about him."
"Who else?"
"Jennifer, Trisha, the whole squad. Except Jade. There's definitely something wrong with that boy," she said quietly.
"So, what do we do?"
"Don't worry, we've got a plan."
*~**~*
"Jack, I'm telling you, something happened."
Jack sighed. Why did Andie always insist on making a big deal out of everything? "Andie, everything's fine. Would you please just calm down?"
"No! It's been days! Why would they just disappear?!"
"It's Chris and Eve, who cares? They probably found a deserted motel and are screwing as we speak."
"That's not fair, Jack. What if they're really in trouble?"
"They aren't."
*~**~*
"How are we going to get out of here?!" Eve screamed. Her arms and legs were bound to Chris Wolf, her fellow kidnapee.
"Shut up, please! There's no way we're getting out of here. Might as well savor the silence."
"What?! We're doomed and you want to "savor the silence"?!"
"Well, we can't have sex and that's pretty much the only other idea I had," he stammered.
Eve cursed under her breath. "Of all the people to be kidnapped with, I got stuck with you."
Chris ignored her comment. "I still don't know how he did it."
"I'll tell you how he did it, and why. The guy's obviously some sick sex pervert who's looking to get down and dirty with both of us. Maybe he gets some sick pleasure out of physically torturing the people he wants..."
"Where do you get this shit? Springer? Pacey Witter isn't a perv, he's crazy, just like his girlfriend."
"Whatever his reasons, he's going to kill us both."
"The only question is, when?"
*~**~*
"Thanks again, Corky. You'll call me later, right?"
"Right," she said while shifting the car into gear. "Keep safe in the meantime."
"I will. Bye!"
He didn't hear a response as she drove away. Smiling for the first time in a few days, he turned up the path to the building. There was one light on in the lobby. It glowed radiantly and Dawson watched to shadowy figures pacing back and forth.
Getting closer he could hear arguing. One voice he recognized, but the other was completely foreign. It was a woman, that's all he could tell.
Being adventurous, he decided to take the back way in. Entering the kitchen quietly, he walked unnoticed through the dining room and nearer to the lobby. What he saw absolutely shocked him.
Pacey was standing, dressed completely in 17th century style clothing. They looked brand-spanking new. A beautiful, statuesque women dressed in the same style was standing in front of him.
"Don't argue with me, Simon Fear! You must kill all of them!"
Simon Fear? Who is she talking to?
"Dammit, Angelica, I'm in charge of this household and I will do as I please!"
"You're in charge of this household?! Since when? If my memory is correct, I gave you all my father's money. I made you who you are, Simon, don't you ever forget that!"
"Angelica, there is no need for all of them to die," Pacey said calmly. "You are being foolish. And please refrain from shouting. I don't want the children to hear."
"Just a minute ago you were screaming! So don't tell me what to do." Angelica sighed and smoothed the front of her dress. "You're the one being foolish. Those teenagers are going to ruin us. They all have to die."
"I will make that decision when the time is right."
Dawson was completely confused. What the hell is going on here? He thought. Why is Pacey talking so strangely and who is he talking to?
Suddenly, Angelica turned to face Dawson. "You see, this one is going to tell all his little friends now. Do it, Simon. Kill him."
Pacey turned to face the intruder. He didn't seem to recognize Dawson. "Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" he demanded.
"It's me, Dawson. And this isn't your house, Pacey, it's a hotel."
"Dawson? Do you have a last name, sir? And last time I checked, I lived here and it was not a hotel."
"Leery, Dawson Leery."
"I'm sorry, I don't believe I know you. Now please do us a favor and tell me how much you heard."
Dawson's eyes widened. "Why?"
"Because I asked you to," he snapped.
"I didn't hear anything, Pacey."
"Who is Pacey?!"
"You are," Dawson said meekly. Angelica turned to Pacey with a triumphant smile on her face.
"You see, they're trying to trick you. All of them. Just kill him, Simon."
"Pacey, it's me, Dawson. Your best friend. We're in Shadyside in an exchange program, remember? We live in Capeside. Your name is Pacey Witter."
Pacey's face began to soften. He looked Dawson over once more. Then his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed onto the floor. Angelica screamed.
Dawson rushed to his friend's side. He looked up to tell Angelica to call an ambulance, but she was gone.
"What the?" Pacey mumbled.
"Pacey? Pacey, can you hear me?"
"Yeah, yeah, stop screaming. I'm right here."
He shook his head from side to side. "What the hell has gotten into you, Pacey? And who was that woman?"
Pacey looked around the room. "What woman?"
"Angelica, or whatever. You were just talking to her. And your clothes..." Dawson looked at Pacey again, who was now wearing jeans and a faded T-shirt. "What happened to your clothes?"
"They're old."
"No, no you had something different on."
"I think you're losing your mind, Dawson. I've been wearing these all day."
Dawson was puzzled, but in order to save some dignity, he stopped pressing the issue. "And where's Joey?"
"Potter?"
"No, the other Joey."
"Ha ha, how should I know?"
"You were just with... Hey! How did you get home so fast?! You were still at the carnival when I left fifteen minutes ago!"
Pacey's face paled. "I don't know. I don't remember going to a carnival."
"What?!"
"I'm telling you the truth, Dawson. I barely remember a thing after that pizza party with the cheerleaders."
Jack and Andie chose that moment to walk down the stairs. "Hey guys," Jack called. "Either of you see Eve or Chris? They've been missing for a few days."
"Days?!" Pacey cried. "We just got here yesterday!"
All three friends turned to look at him. "Pacey we've been here for a week."
"No! It's only been one day!"
Andie crossed her arms. "Maybe on your planet."
Pacey rubbed his face with his hands. "How come I don't remember anything? And why is everybody missing? Eve, Chris, Joey, and I haven't seen Jen since yesterday."
Dawson sat down next to Pacey on the floor. "Pacey, Jen died. She broke her neck rock-climbing with Joey and I."
Trying to cover his eyes with his arm, Pacey stood up. "This is all a joke, right? Not funny." Andie saw Pacey begin to shake. "It's a joke, right?"
*~**~*
A few hours later, Pacey had locked himself in the boys' bedroom, refusing to come out until they all admitted that Jen was not dead. While he was in hiding a police officer arrived at the hotel.
Dawson answered the door and hoped that this policeman had some information as to Chris and Eve's whereabouts.
"Good evening," the officer said politely. "Are you one of the exchange students here from Capeside?"
"Yes, I'm Dawson Leery," he replied as he extended his hand. The officer shook it firmly.
"I'm afraid I'm here to deliver some bad news Mr. Leery. One of your friends is dead."
"Who?"
"We don't have a name, which is why I need you to come identify the body."
"What did this person look like?"
"She was pretty smashed up, it's hard to say."
Dawson nearly choked. "She?"
"Yes, it was a young woman."
"Did she have brown or blonde hair?"
"Brown."
That was all Dawson needed to hear to give him enough motivation to faint.
*~**~*
END OF PART 4
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