Chucky and Tiff

A/N: This is my first Chucky and Tiffany fic. It's about how they met and may to when she found out about his death.

Chapter One

It all started at the drive in. Tiffany was a sixteen year old girl with hair as black as night and lovely dark eyes. She wasn't your average girl really. She'd always been interested in gore and things of the occult. She sat in the front seat of an old truck with her date for the night Quentin Boyd, a Jock at Hackensack High School. She didn't exactly know why she'd said yes to the date. Yes he was handsome, and yes he was a senior but, he didn't seem to be what she was looking for.

The movie they watched was called Friday the 13th, it was new and everyone in town seemed to be roaring on about how it was so scary. Tiffany rolled her eyes as she tried not to smirk at the rising discomfort of her date. He hadn't even wanted to see the movie it was Tiffany's idea to see it she always did enjoy a good slasher flick. She lit a cigarette and sucked in the smoke, wishing the night would end so she could go home.

After the movie Quentin drove them to a secluded spot, there seemed to be no one around. "Uh, what are we doing out here?" Tiffany asked, looking out the window. She quieted when she felt him slip his arm around her, pulling her close. "What are you doing?" Tiffany asked, as he began to kiss her. Tiffany shoved him but, he was too strong for her.

"Will you be quiet, I thought you wanted this. Especially after making me sit through that shit movie," he said, kissing her neck.

"No! Get off of asshole! I don't want you! I don't want to have sex with you!" Tiffany screamed, trying harder to get him off. She didn't want her first time to be with a jerk who was trying to rape her. She had to think of something. But, she didn't know what she could possibly do. No one was around and she was dangerously close to getting it from some asshole from school.

He ripped her dress making her scream and kick, hard. "Ow! Just hold still you little bitch!" he roared, punching her in the face. She cried out as her head hit the glass window. She felt disoriented and dizzy, when suddenly she could no longer feel Quentin on her. Her eyes were closed tightly she didn't want to see him doing it to her. She heard a door open and Quentin groaning. Her eyes opened slowly and she saw that Quentin was on the floor, a tall skinny guy stood over him.

She recognized him as Charles Lee Ray a boy from her class. He had shoulder length wavy auburn hair and he was handsome in an unconventional sort of way. Quentin was on the floor, bleeding from his nose. "Are you okay?" he asked, climbing into the truck next to her. Tiffany gazed at him in shock. How did he manage to knock Quentin's ass out?

"Uh..yeah I guess. You really did a number on him," she said, chancing a glance at his still unconscious form. She shivered, realizing that he'd ripped open her dress and her black bra and panties were pretty much on display to Charles.

"He looked like he had it coming. Here, take my coat," he said, taking off his long black trenchcoat and wrapping it around her shoulders.

"Thanks Chucky," she said, making him smile a handsome crooked smile.

"Can I take you home, Tiff?" he asked, surprising her.

"Why did you call me that?" she asked, making him chuckle.

"You called me Chucky, no one's ever called me that. So, I guess I gave you a nickname," he said, making her laugh shakily. She was still pretty frazzled by the almost rape she'd suffered.

"No one's ever called me Tiff before," she said, smiling shyly at him. "Sure you can take me home. My mother's probably really worried anyway and, we do have school tomorrow," she said, biting her bottom lip softly. Chucky seemed to be someone she could possibly enjoy spending time with. He was tall dark, handsome, and very mysterious.

Chucky smiled before closing the driver's seat door and starting the truck. "What are you doing?" she asked, as chucky pulled out of the secluded area.

"Making sure that this jerk never tries to rape again," Chucky said, as he drove Tiffany and Himself down a road that would ultimately lead them into a dance of love, murder, and the occult.

A/N: Didn't exactly turn out how I wanted to but, it's alright for a first try I guess. Let me know what you think but, please don't flame me.