I See You [Jeff the Killer]

Part One; Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Since Blood Is Red, I Can Picture You Drenched In That Substance Now

♔ JEFF THE KILLER'S POINT OF VIEW ♔

After raiding the frat party, I stole a couple of bottles and basically bathe in my victim's blood. It brought no satisfaction to me, though.

I couldn't get my head over that blind girl's words. It's like she knew exactly everything in this world. Not to mention she wasn't afraid of me and called me beautiful. Not everybody gives me that kind of impression. Or anybody for that matter.

I thought she'd be a spoiled brat since they were rich. In fact, I never thought she was rich because of her appearance, mainly because she wore a plaited skirt and some sweaters. Not to mention her stupid glasses.

She was so simple and I can't help but feel this pull towards her. She was plain, average, and there wasn't anything you could find interesting in her. Yet I was so curious. Everything about her; her sightless eyes, her hopeful tone, her simplicity.

And I hate it.

I stumbled out of the frat house and walked for hours since nobody would even be here at this hour. The moon was round and seemed as if it was mocking me at this time of night. I can see several owl's gazes at my figure, and the crickets are singing their obnoxious tune that annoyed the fuck out of me.

I kept walking for hours, until I came across a familiar mansion that sat in a solitary spot beside the road. I stood below the dim streetlight, eying the house like a bird to a prey plotting their death. I kept both my hands on the pocket of my hoodie and watch carefully.

When suddenly, one of the windows above opened, revealing a girl that was all too familiar to my senses. She sat by the mini balcony while reading a book, well, tracing it as she kept her sightless eyes forward. I kept still, though.

But then, my fingers twitch.

I longed to taste her blood, bathe in it and see her body laying limp by my arms.

I longed to see her dead body laying before me.

I longed to witness her breath leaving her lungs as well as her pupils roll to the back of her head.

I want her dead.

With no hesitations I climbed over the beautifully decorated railings, landing on an evenly trimmed yard of grass. I instantly smelt vanilla and strawberry, mainly vanilla. I rummaged through my memory to recall the window of her room and climbed my way over, which is four stories high.

I stayed along the window of the room before her and just starred. Her hair wasn't braided anymore so dark red curls surrounded her small shoulders which made her face look smaller. She had the same features, only that....

Her left eye color is blue while her right is violet. God, why weren't they like that earlier? Her eyes were black!

The grip on my knife loosened. My desire to end her and the feeling of thrill got replaced by sympathy and curiosity. I hadn't realized I had been starring at her for a while until she spoke, "Hello, Jeff. Here to kill me? "

"Uhm..." I struggled to find the right words, "How did you know? "

She set the book down, "I've known the scent of blood for too long. I could recognize it. "

For seconds we were quiet, taking in the silence the night had given us. But then I broke it, "What happened to your eyes? "

She smiled faintly, "So you noticed? " there was a pause, then she stood up and went to the edge of her balcony and faced me. "I was born like this. Blue and violet was what my mother saw when I first opened my eyes. At first it was both blue, but then blood had inflicted my right one making it purple. I wear contacts though, because people already pictured me as a freak. What would they say if my eye color matches that of a freak. "