Jeff and the Succubus [ON HIATUS]

Chapter 12 - This Could Be The Start Of...Something?

Candie’s P.O.V.

Eight messy kills and a hundred or so dollars later, Jeff finally took me out for a decent meal at a restaurant of my choice. He didn’t seem to mind that he was filthy in a social place, but I dressed to impress. A black cocktail dress that hugged my curves delicately, my hair curled lightly for a cascading bounce with each step I take, and black strapped wedges to finish off. I didn’t need any makeup or accessories, I was smokin’ without them. The only thing taking away from my sexy body is this damned collar. Fucking Slenderman…

“Candie?” I was snapped from my thoughts.

“Yeah?” I looked up from my cup of water. Jeff was looking at me with concern.

“I asked you if you were alright.” He tilted his head at me. I noticed he was still wearing his hood.

“Uh. Yeah.” I shook the thoughts from my head.

“How ya feeling bout the whole...y'know?” He gestured with his fork towards the collar.

“It’s just the role of my kind, Jeff. I’ll be fine.” I gave him a reassuring smile. I could tell he wasn’t buying it, but he dropped it.

“So,” I swirled some pasta on my fork and stabbed a shrimp before stuffing it all in my mouth. “Where’s my girl?”

“I didn’t think you cared.” He tilted his head.

“Well she is my girlfriend.” I scoffed. He only rose his eyebrow at me. “What?”

“Nothing.” He grinned, stretching his scars. “Slendy locked her away when she finally calmed down and stopped snarling at him. It was kinda hard getting her all chained up, but we got her.” He slurped up some pasta, coating his lips in alfredo sauce.

“You did what?!” I whisper yelled. There were already enough people giving us sideways glances as it it was, we didn’t need them hearing what we were talking about.

“What’d you expect?” He shrugged, mouth full of noodles. “She was spazzing out.”

“Where is she?” I hissed through clenched teeth.

“She’s fine. She’s under the house.” He must’ve saw the horror on my face because he quickly added, “We have a basement. Not literally under the house.” I sighed in relief.

“I guess I can live with that.” I sighed, spinning more pasta onto my fork. “Where else are you taking me?”

“Else?” He choked. “You said you wanted dinner. You got dinner.”

“Why, Jeffrey. A lovely, yet scandalous, woman like myself must be wined and dined and catered to like a precious jewel.” I smiled slyly at the killer across from me. He only scoffed and shook his head.

“Give a bitch an inch, she takes a mile.” He quoted.

“This bitch can take much more than a mile.” I slurped up a noodle and licked the creamy sauce from my lips seductively. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and shoved more pasta in his mouth, trying to hide the blush creeping up his paper white cheeks.

“Shut up and finish so we can go.” He grumbled. I just laughed and scooped up more pasta.

Me and Jeff strolled along the streets, full of pasta and bread. We were silent until a goofy though snaked into my head and I started giggling like a kid.

“What’s with you?” It was late now, around 1 in the morning, and not many people were on the streets so he’d pulled his hood down.

“It’s just that, we just ate pasta,” I explained through fits of giggles.