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Fields of Blood

Flora_Winters

I do not own Goosebumps and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: A young man is forced to move with his father to a little town called Sacrifice in the back hills of Kentucky. There is something in the woods and it walks the fields at night. Language, MM, OC, Violence, WIP

Chapter One

Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme
And gather it all in a bunch of heather
Then he''ll be a true love of mine

--Sarah Brightman

Ashley sat in a yellow armchair before a large brick fireplace. There wasn’t a fire going, but there was some dried logs resting in it. He soon found out that his dad had six siblings. He had three brothers and three sisters. He had been the seventh and final child. The three brothers had five children a piece, and the three sisters had 17 children amongst them.

There had to be forty people in that house. They were all over the place. It was insane. His cousins were all his age, and older, and some even had kids of their own, thus explaining who the brats were out in the yard. Did they not talk about condoms in school? Of course not! It’s Kentucky.

“He looks like a girl,” a hushed voice whispered from his right. He turned to see that it was a pretty girl with long black hair. She was looking right at him with her nose up in the air. He rolled his eyes at her, causing her to scoff. It wasn’t like he’d never heard that one before. In fact, he made a damn beautiful girl, too.

They all had Bible names. It was so retarded. There was Joshua, Mary, Peter, Thomas, Paul, Samuel, Ruth, Joseph, Jacob, Ester, Rebecca, Adam, John, Sara, Eve, Luke, Matthew, Moses, Noah, and it just went on into the boring book of Revelations. He was waiting for someone to say their name was Jesus, but nobody did. It must have been too Mexican or something.

“If he has cancer,” he said, leaning close to his dad’s ear. “Why isn’t he in the hospital?”

“Bah!” His grandmother, Naomi said. Her voice was sweet and laced with venom. “The hospital can do nothing for him, boy.”

It would seem that granny had some excellent hearing.

Lime green eyes blinked. Was she in charge? If so, pappy was a goner. Oh, well. He didn’t know the man. So, it wasn’t a biggie to him.

“Ashley,” his dad said. “That’s your cousin James and Markus over there. Why don’t you go get to know somebody?”

“Um, I’d rather not,” Ashley hissed through gritted teeth, faking a very pleasant smile.

His dad elbowed him a little roughly. “Just do it.”

He was going to kill him, and then he could be an orphan. He’d go join the circus.

He walked away from his dad who was busy talking to Uncle Simon, and walked by his two cousins as well. They paid him no mind, and that was fine with him. It wasn’t like he wanted to know them anyway. He didn’t know these people. They made no effort to get to know him, so why bother. Screw them!

“Come on,” he heard the snobby girl say. She had another girl by the hand, leading her from the room. “Let’s go spy on Jonas.”

He followed after them and into the kitchen. The door slammed shut with a sharp slap. He looked around the kitchen. It was old style and huge.

He walked out the door, aiding the door to close silently behind him. Those two girls were just stupid. The porch was lined with white folding chairs and a few rocking chairs as well. He just gawked. The whole back yard was a huge flower garden. He had never seen so many flowers in all his life. They were beautiful and smelled wonderful.

He spotted Jonas. The boy was spraying for bugs it looked like.

He walked by the giggling idiots, and turned to them. “If you’re going to play spy, you need to learn how to be quiet first.”

Oh, if looks could kill.

He walked out into the garden, giving Jonas a friendly wave. “Oh, so now you ignore me?” He asked, stopping in front of him to look at the fragrant roses. They were so red. Each blossom looked as though they had been painted with blood.

Jonas just kept spraying, not even looking at him.

Ashley ran a hand through his golden locks, feeling slightly hurt. “Whatever,” he said, walking past him and towards the greenhouse. He stepped inside and it was hot. There were flowers everywhere, too. There were even vines growing and hanging from the ceiling.

He walked slowly through it, thinking to himself. Jonas was Amish. Of course, he wouldn’t want to get to know him. He’d just have to forget about him in three months anyway. The poor guy’s life would be over with anyway. He walked out the other side and came face to face with an endless field of corn. He was so not going in there.

“Hey!” A voice called. He turned, seeing Jonas. “Don’t go in there.”

Ashley cocked a brow. “Oh, so now you speak to me.”

Jonas bent over and picked up a green hose. “I didn’t want those girls to see me do so. I don’t speak to nobody but Mr. and Mrs. Campbell Seniors.”

“Then why speak to me?” Ashley asked, leaning against the metal frame of the door. It was slightly warm on his bare skin, but it felt good.

“You had smokes,” he said, turning the water on. “And I needed my fix.”

“Ah,” Ashley smiled, pushing off, walking towards him. “How come you don’t want me going into the field?”

“You could get lost in there,” he said, watering some beautiful blue hydrangeas. “Plus, you could step on a snake.”

How the hell could he get lost in a cornfield? But, the idea of stepping on a snake only confirmed that he wasn’t going in. He was terrified of snakes.

“I think those two girls like you,” Ashley said, walking over to watch him water some lovely looking ferns. They were very green.

Jonas rolled his pretty blue eyes. “Like it matters…”

“Wow,” Ashley laughed, bumping into him playfully. “You sound almost as jaded as me when it comes to romance.”

Jonas looked at him with a small smirk on his handsome face. “I guess you could say that.”

Ashley grinned and looked at all the herbs before him. He looked at the little names on sticks. There was parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Now why did that remind him of a song?

“Tell me,” Ashley said, looking back at him. “What’s with all the scary looking scarecrows?”

Jonas shrugged. “They scare away birds.”

“I know that,” Ashley said, smelling the rosemary. “But why are they so scary looking. I mean…their faces look demonic.”

“That’s just the way they’re made,” Jonas said, watering the fennel stalks. “They’ve always looked like that.”

Ashley looked at him. “Who made them?”

“Your family did.”

Ashley caught something dark in his voice. He didn’t care too much for it.

“Rumor has it they move at night,” Jonas laughed. “Hunting anyone down who dares to be out at a certain hour with their deadly sickles.”

“That sounds interesting,” Ashley said, shivering on the inside. He could see that being a scary movie or something of that nature. Scarecrows were like clowns. They were scary! “Maybe I’ll take a midnight jog just to see if the rumors are true.”

Jonas’s face darkened. “Don’t.”

“Huh?” Ashley asked.

“You’ll bruise the leaves if you touch them like that,” Jonas said, taking his hand. Ashley gasped and Jonas quickly released him. There had been a static shock and it had hurt.

“Sorry,” Ashley said, taking a small step back. “That was odd.”

Jonas nodded.

“I know I might regret asking this,” he said, looking up at the vine covered ceiling. “But what is there to do for fun around here?”

“Fishing and hunting,” Jonas said, putting his hand in his pocket. “And there are some really good swimming holes at the creek, too.”

Ashley just looked at him. “I knew I would regret it.”

Jonas shrugged his broad shoulders. Damn he had muscles. Ashley wanted him to take his shirt off. “Well, what do you see as fun?”

“Hanging out at the mall and video arcade,” he said, walking amongst the rows with him. “Going to see movies and eating out.”

“I’ve never been to a mall,” Jonas told him. “And I’ve never even seen a movie either.”

Ashley just looked at him. “Is your society really that strict?”

Jonas smiled a little shyly and toed the ground. “Yes…”

“I couldn’t do it,” Ashley said. “I’d have my tongue nailed to the kitchen table every day for speaking my mind.”

Jonas flinched. “What?”

“It’s just something somebody once told me about their parents,” he said, leaning back against the worktable. It was covered in all kinds of instruments he had never seen before. “They were really strict about…certain things.”

Jonas cocked his head to the side in interest. “What kind of certain things?”

“Religion for one,” he said, picking up what he thought was a hammer, only it was smaller than what a hammer should be. “Sexuality…”

“Ah,” Jonas said. “I see.”

“I have a question for you,” Ashley said, dropping the hammer thingy, turning to look at him.

“What?” Jonas asked. He was really close.

“Are there gay Amish?”

Jonas blinked. “What?”

“I’m just curious,” he said, leaning back again, crossing his arms. “I mean…there has to be, right?”

Jonas pursed his lips. “I…”

“I’m not going to tell anybody,” Ashley said, laughing. “Are there?”

“There are,” he said. “And they tend to leave the community…”

“But…”

Jonas looked really uncomfortable and Ashley was enjoying it. The poor guy was just too damn cute.

“My cousin…he got married,” he said, looking away. “I think he is…because they’ve only got one kid.”

“Wow,” Ashley said. “Did he put a bag over her head?”

Jonas snorted. “I don’t know!”

“Poor guy.”

“Why are you asking me this?” Jonas asked him.

“I was just curious,” Ashley told him honestly.

Jonas folded his arms. “Are you…”

“What?” Ashley asked.

“I don’t know how to come right out and ask,” Jonas said. “It just seems rude and mean.”

Ashley’s jaded little heart did a tiny little pitter-pat. Aw, that was just too adorable. The stud was blushing.

“Yes,” Ashley told him. “I’m gay.”

Jonas leaned his head back. “I thought so…”

“What gave it away?” He asked, wanting to know.

“Well,” Jonas said, toeing the ground again. “You don’t look like the other boys in this family.”

Ashley shook his head. “I’m my mother’s son.”

Jonas laughed. “And you don’t smell like them either.”

That made Ashley snort. “Yeah, I like smelling pretty.”

Jonas looked down at his large dirt covered feet. “Sorry.”

“Hey,” Ashley said, holding up his hands. “You’re a hard worker. You have an excuse to stink. What’s their excuse, laziness?”

Jonas laughed again. “They really are. All they do is set around in front of that talking box all day.”

Talking box? That was funny.

“You don’t turn eighteen until September first, huh?”

Jonas looked at him. “How did you know that?”

“You said three months,” Ashley told him. “And I’m really good at math.”

“What about it?”

“Well, I was thinking you could come over to my house tomorrow,” he said, handing him a piece of paper that had his address on it. He had it completely memorized now. “And I’ll show you your first movie.”

Jonas suddenly had this very goofy look on his face. His cheeks were burning like a golden rose. “I don’t know if I can…”

“How come?” Ashley asked him, knowing it wasn’t a very good question. Of course, he was a very busy guy. He was Amish.

“Chores,” Jonas said. “Lots and lots of chores.”

“When will you be done?” Ashley asked, walking with him again.

Jonas shrugged. “It depends on how fast I am.”

“I’ll be home all day,” Ashley told him. “So, just come over any time.”

“Why are you doing this?” Jonas asked him and Ashley could tell he was too nice to ask the question he really wanted to.

“Because,” Ashley said. “I can’t believe you’ve never seen a movie before. I must introduce you to a world of sin and debauchery before you get held under water.”

Jonas laughed out loud and smacked his knee. “Debauchery?”

Ashley nodded. “Fun times.”

“Well,” Jonas said, looking at the yellow piece of paper, and folded it up before putting it in his pant pocket. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Oh,” Ashley asked as they stepped out into the sunlight. He had a light sweat on his smooth forehead. “Do you own horses?”

Jonas nodded.

“Could I ride one?”

Jonas blinked. “Well…”

“Sweet,” Ashley said, slapping him on the shoulder. “I want a black one.”

Jonas just looked at him. “You’re like a tornado.”

Ashley laughed. “Am I? My dad said I was like a flood. I must be toning down some.”

Jonas cocked a brow. “You’re strange.”

“Yeah,” Ashley said, walking over to touch an ear of corn. “I get that a lot, too.”

“Ashley,” Jonas suddenly said in a very serious voice. “I want you to stay very, very still.”

“What?” Ashley asked, looking back at him. “Why?”

“Just do as I say,” he said, not moving. “Don’t move.”

Ashley looked down and his breath froze like ice in his lugs. He was standing just a few inches from a rather large snake.

“It’s a copperhead,” Jonas said, inching closer.

Ashley’s mind was screaming for him to run like hell. He hated snakes. He freaking hated them! It was looking right at him with those slimy slits.

He jumped back with a muffled scream when Jonas suddenly had it by the neck, picking it up. It was wriggling like a worm on a hook.

“It’s okay, boy,” Jonas cooed to it. “I know you’re scared, too.”

Ashley’s heart was hammering in his ears. Jonas was holding the snake as though it were a misbehaving puppy or something.

“I’m going to go put him somewhere out of the way,” Jonas said, walking away with the hissing Satan.

Ashley’s skin was crawling and he ran back into the greenhouse, just rubbing his skin as though it were dirty. Sweat was pouring down his face. That had been so scary.

“Are you okay?” Jonas asked, poking his head inside.

“You’re my hero,” Ashley said, wrapping his arms around himself. “I’m terrified of snakes. I would have run screaming through that corn if you hadn’t been here.”

“You would have been bitten if I hadn’t been here,” Jonas said, correcting him.

“Thank you,” Ashley whispered, shivering all over again.

“You really are scared of them,” Jonas said.

Ashley nodded. “There is just something about them that just makes me want to scream and run the…run away.” He was proud of himself. He didn’t say fuck.

“Primal fear,” Jonas said.

“Were you not afraid?” Ashley asked.

“Oh,” Jonas chuckled. “I love snakes. I think they’re cool.”

“Well, when I’m at this house,” he said, taking a seat on the stool. “You’re staying by my side because I don’t want to be walking around alone should your little friend come slithering back.”

“I can do that,” Jonas said. “And I’ll try to come to your house tomorrow. It’s just seven miles from here. I don’t like being out past dark.”

Ashley looked up. “Afraid of them scarecrows?”

“You’re afraid of tiny little snakes,” Jonas said. “I can be afraid of scarecrows.”

They both laughed.

“Hey,” Ashley said, sobering. “That tiny little snake was huge and poisonous.”

Jonas shrugged his broad shoulders. “Details…”

“All right,” Ashley said. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Jonas nodded.

“Ash!” His dad yelled. “Come on! We’re going home! We have lots to unpack!”

“Ash?” Jonas asked.

Ashley smiled. “My nickname. You can call me that to if you like.”

Jonas grinned. “Then you can call me Jon.”

“See you,” Ashley said, hopping off the stool, heading for the door with a wave. “Snake-Charmer-Jon.”

Jonas laughed, waving as well. “Bye, Ash.”

Ashley turned and ran across the green lawn to where his dad was standing.

“What have you been doing?” David asked.

“Talking to Jonas,” he said, following him. “He’s the yard boy.”

David snorted. “Only you, Ash. Only you.”

“He’s coming over tomorrow,” he said, walking around to his door. “I’m going to show him his first movie.”

David blinked, looking over the hood at him. “Are you trying to seduce an Amish boy in our new house?”

Ashley nodded. “He just saved me from a copperhead. It’s the least I can do.”

David’s nostrils flared. “What?”

“It was a big one, too,” Ashley told him, getting in. “And like a knight in dangling suspenders, he swooped in and rescued me from hissing death.”

“Hmm,” David said, looking like he was mentally telling himself to calm down. “I’ll have to talk to your grandmother about giving him a raise then.”

“When do you start work in town?” Ashley asked, putting on his seatbelt.

“The moment you get a letter of acceptance from some college,” he answered.

Ashley rolled his eyes. “Are you for real?”

“Friday,” his dad said.

“Sweet,” Ashley grinned evilly. “That means I’ll have the whole house to my wicked little self.”

“But,” his dad grinned, matching him. “I’ll be home all day tomorrow, decorating.”

“Um, no,” Ashley said, holding up a hand as his dad started the engine. “Leave the decorating to me.”

“And here I thought you weren’t down with gay stereotypes?” His dad asked.

Ashley glared at him. “Leave the decorating to the queer, dad. I mean it.”

David laughed, backing up. “All right, you win.” And then he whistled.

“What?” Ashley asked looking, seeing Jonas carrying a ladder.

“You like them tall,” David said. “And big.”

Ashley nodded. “Yessadoo.”

“Hmm,” David said, honking the horn, getting a wave from him. “I think I might actually like this one.”

Ashley rolled his eyes. “He’s just a friend, dad.”

But, he hoped it could be more than that. There was something dark and mysterious about Jonas Bachman.

To Be Continued

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