Disclaimer: I don't own Jennifer's Body.

Author's Notes: This is the set-up. I'm taking some liberties, but overall sticking to the true plot. Jennifer and Needy DID have their showdown, Jennifer DID die. But, it isn't established at all that the demon is out. There was a funeral, blah blah. Needy IS in an Institution and does not have any of Jennifer's abilities (if you want to call them that) ... YET.

If this had a theme song, it would be "My Suffering" by Dead By Sunrise.

JENNIFER'S BODY: JENNIFER'S REBIRTH

Chapter 1- "Three Cheers for an Alternate Ending"

"You sure this is safe?"

"Positive, man."

"Really?"

"Just hand over the fucking money!"

"Okay, okay."

Jonesy wasn't a bottom-feeding, life in the gutter, type addict, but he certainly held tightly onto his coping mechanisms. Which was usually pills of different varieties. He had dabbled in other drugs, but he felt for his own safety that he should stick with what he understood. Jonesy understood pills. As dumb as that sounded, it was true.

Brian was a local dealer slash high-school drop-out from a couple years ago. If there was one thing he knew well, it was the drug-dealing business. First rule? Don't be a junkie yourself. Very bad for business. Recreational use was one thing, developing a full-blown habit would kill his profits faster than anything else known to mankind.

The local Graveyard was their setting. It was far enough removed from the highway and dimly lit enough, so that you could literally go unseen. As unsettling as it may or may not have been, the shadows in the graveyard seemed to swallow you whole. Something that did not sit well at all with a nervous junkie such as Jonesy.

"Listen, I'm doing you a favor here. I ad - what the hell are you doing?" Brian asked, noticing in mid-sentence that Jonesy was nervously looking over his shoulder repeatedly... side to side. "Dude!"

"I'm hearin' shit, man. I'm fuckin' spooked!" Jonesy exclaimed, his attitude and mannerisms fitting of a true junkie that needed a fix. Brian just laughed, holding up a small bottle of pills. "Twenty, right?"

"Forty." the dealer was a bit stern, but Jonesy obliged nonetheless. All fives... of course. The exchange went down smoothly and Brian began thumbing through the bills, making sure there were eight of them.

Very suddenly - startling Jonesy as he froze mid-swallow, the pill barely making it down his throat - an odd sound could be heard coming from deeper into the graveyard, past a pool of light. Brian just sighed at Jonesy and shook his head, chalking it up to some animal noise.

Jonesy knew better. It wasn't just some random animal noise. It sounded like a muffled and pained screech. He quickly downed another pill. Actually, you know what? Probably was an animal. Yep. Really. Nothing ghostly or otherworldly that would more than likely leap out at the most unsuspected moment.

Jonesy was ready to leave, but found himself unable to at the moment. He looked towards Brian, whom wasn't moving an inch. "You stickin' 'round?" Jonesy wondered.

"Yeah, I got a couple more sells to get done." Brian stuffed the money in his wallet. He chuckled, "Why? You afraid to leave alone?"

"There's dead people everywhere, man." Jonesy stated. "Right under us. What if one decides to pop up and nab me?"

Most likely, the correct thing to ask in a situation such as this one, would be... everyone say it with me... Are you on drugs? Of course, that went without saying. "Just go, man. There ain't nothin' in this graveyard at night except for drug deals and horny teenagers."

"...... and a million dead bodies." Jonesy correctly added.

"Dead means dead. Ya know, like your brain-cells?" Brian quipped with another chuckle. Jonesy still wasn't moving from his spot, his eyes very nervous and afraid. Brian sighed, running a hand over his hair. "Look, if you're really that bugged, just... I don't know... start walking and counting to a hundred. By the time you reach a hundred, you'll be at the highway."

Jonesy took a deep breath to calm himself. He took his first step when the ground rumbled underneath. He froze mid-step. Second freezing of the night. "Dude!"

"Just fuckin' go, man!" Brian had had enough by this point. "Probably just a truck going by or something. Now, hit the bricks, you're gonna end up scarin' my customers."

Another deep breath and a slow yet cautious step. The ground rumbled yet again. "I'll give you twenty extra if you walk me out."

"Fine, whatever." Brian scoffed. He probably should have done it sooner, would have definitely gotten rid of this annoying problem a lot quicker.

Another rumbling, and this time it was sustained and also enough to trip-up both Jonesy and Brian. Jonesy was the unluckiest, knocking his head against the tip corner of a gravestone. He was effectively unconscious for the time being, bleeding slightly. Brian was a little sore, having landed roughly on his elbow, but he was perfectly fine otherwise. At first, he hadn't noticed that Jonesy was out cold. Although, it became abundantly clear within a matter of seconds.

"You gotta be shittin' me." Brian sighed, bending over to hoist up Jonesy, slipping under an armpit and starting to walk.

Would you believe it? Another rumble shook the earth, this time with the loud sound of what reminded of a large shovel breaking through the dirt. This was followed a tortured scream and cry out of pain.

Brian dropped Jonesy - accidentally - and turned around. Now he was the one feeling the fear. He swallowed and shrugged, a half-hearted attempt to compose himself. He then bent over once more to pick up Jonesy, sliding under the armpit once again as well.

"What happened to me?" a ghostly feminine voice called from behind, blowing with the chilled night breeze.

Brian turned around - still holding up Jonesy - and his jaw nearly dropped. This girl... she looked like some kind of monster from a zombie movie. She wore a long black dress, dirt covered her, maggots fell from her fingers. As fucked up as it may have been to think so, there was no denying that this girl had just dug up from a grave. You couldn't fake the layers of filth and decay hanging off of her.

"Oh shit!" Brian finally squealed. "Oh fucking fucking shit!" . He wanted to run. Every sense and fiber within his body and being screamed at him to escape. Was this what it was to be paralyzed with fear?

"I can't remember." her jaw nearly fell off, giving way to a gruesome mixture of dirt and decayed insides falling to the ground. She took a weak step forward, exhaustion and confusion could be seen if one dared to examine her horrid face closely enough.

"I got a phone!" he blurted, absent-mindedly dropping Jonesy to rummage through his pockets and find his cell, not looking away from the frightening scene before him. His fingers fumbled over the buttons, he couldn't steady them long enough to make any progress. He finally looked at his phone, finding the appropriate numbers and then looking back up.

She was gone.

"This isn't happening!" Brian mumbled to himself, squinting to try and see through the darkness. Damn it, why didn't he listen to the stoner? No more fucking graveyards. Privacy wasn't that important. "Yeah, this is 9-1-1? I want to report..."

He stopped in mid-sentence, his face going into shock, blood bubbling over his lips and down the front of his clothing. The phone dropped, breaking apart on the ground. His eyes moved downward to a bloody hand with wiggling fingers soaked in thick crimson. It was jutting out from where his sternum was supposed to be.

Ouchies.

Behind him was the girl, her arm impaling his torso. She pulled it out with a sickening and disturbing noise, then began licking the thick crimson off of it. Momentarily, her jaw fixed itself. She lapped up the rest then squatted down, digging into the body without really knowing why she was doing it other than...

"Hungry."

"Me too." Jonesy mentioned, waking with a throbbing ache threatening to burst his skull. For a brief second - as he sat up from the cold ground - he had no idea where he was or how he got there. His eyes opened and he turned his head... "AAAAAAHHHHH!" he rolled away instantly filled with fright.

The girl leaped back, startled like an animal, landing perched atop a tombstone that was a cross. Her more monstrous features were dissipating, though her eyes remained an evil and unnatural yellow and black. She wasn't afraid of Jonesy, but she appeared confused and unsure of what was going on.

Jonesy saw Brian next, torn apart like a half-eaten sandwich that had the crusts ripped off. His dealer was picked apart, long dead. Blood was everywhere. Jonesy stumbled to a standing position, turning to run away, but found the girl now standing in front of him.

She approached him slowly, and he backed away at much the same speed. How the hell did she do that? What the hell was going on? He noticed her teeth - sharp, pointed and jagged - and let out a yelp, tripping over his fallen friend and putting space between them by scooting away on his backside. The girl came closer, looking more normal with each passing second, licking bits of blood and flesh from her fingers like it was brownie batter.

Jonesy couldn't hold back, his stomach emptied right then and there. What was worse? Spitting on someone's grave or vomiting profusely?

"Help me." she was suddenly inches away, faces close, he could feel her breath but it wasn't warm. It was like someone had just opened up a freezer on a summer day. "I can't remember anything. I just... have these... instincts."

"I hate fucking graveyards!" Jonesy blurted, his breaths sharp, voice quivering. "What kinda maniac does business in a graveyard? Dead people stay dead, my ass!"

"Pay attention to me!" she growled, her voice otherworldly. "I feel... like I want to kill you. Eat you. But... I don't know why."

"Probably 'cause you're a zombie!" he was so out of his mind at the moment, he was just spitting whatever popped into his aching head that second. "That's what zombies do! They eat people!" . He whined, "You ate my Dealer. Now what am I supposed to do?"

"SHUT UP!" she roared.

"Will do!"

"I'm not... am I... how... when did this... it can't be... this stuff doesn't... but I am." there were a million different thoughts racing through her fractured mind all at once. Making sense was impossible at the moment. She brought two balled fists to the sides of her head, face screwing in mental pain. "FUCK!"

"Can I please go?" Jonesy cried, still on the ground. "I won't tell anyone! I swear!"

"Stop talking!" the girl exclaimed angrily, turning away. "Your voice is like a cheese grater against my ear drums. I need to think. I-I can't remember anything about me. Not even my name."

"Check your grave." Jonesy spoke simply. Made sense, right?

"Didn't I tell you..." her head snapped around, glaring viciously, but she stopped, "... Have a point." . She stepped over and roughly picked Jonesy up, standing him and forcing him to walk with her. "Help me find it."

It took a little searching, but they eventually found an opened grave. "This is too fucking much." Jonesy remarked, nearly breathless.

"Jennifer Check?" she read, and was then blasted by a sharp mental image stabbing her mind. It was of her... being her. There was a girl. Another one. Really pretty with long blond hair and glasses. They were children playing together somewhere. Sunny and warm. There was a playground. Swings and a slide.

"Oh, fuck!" Jonesy exclaimed, looking through his pockets hastily, hoping that he hadn't lost his pills. Shit, he actually might have. "You're Jennifer Check. You were murdered." . His eyes went wide, "And now you're reborn to take your revenge."

"No. I don't know why I'm... reborn. I don't know anything. I can't remember." . She grimaced in pain, putting an arm against her stomach. "I'm so hungry."

Jonesy started to cry. It was one of those slow developing ones. You know, right? The ones that start with the face tightening, slow tears, and this really long whine that just seems to build and build until it forms into a sob?

"Why are you crying?"

"You're gonna eat me." he sobbed. "I don't wanna be eaten."

"I'm not going to eat you..." she assured him, causing Jonesy breathe a sigh of relief until... "... Right now."

Gulp.

JENNIFER'S REBIRTH

Chapter 1 in the books. I was going for the classic horror opening. Two unsuspecting innocents in a dumb scenario and then the monster jumps out. I couldn't decide whether to kill Jonesy or not. First he was killed, then he wasn't, then he was, and now he isn't. Which is probably why the ending is a little blah. It gives me someone Jennifer can bounce dialogue off of though until she meets up with Needy. Then all bets are off. Jonesy will eventually meet his untimely demise.

Jennifer will eventually be the Jennifer we all know and love, but the whole being reborn thing gave her amnesia and she doesn't really understand what's what yet. So... hopefully it was enjoyable. Another chapter later this week. "Crazy House" is the title of it and it focuses on Needy.