I would drown for you. (Creepypasta fanfiction).

Chapter 1

"Just leave it! Why do you never leave me alone?" I screamed at Nicole, my sister.

"Why are you so angry and violent all the time Bellatrix?" She screamed back at me.

"You want to see me violent? Well then, I shall show you violent." I hissed, my eyes going from purple to black... and dangerous. Nicole shrank away from me in horror. I grinned, my mind thought twisted thoughts and I slowly started walking towards her. She screamed and slapped me, hard. That was when it happened. Something inside me snapped and all I could think about, all I wanted to do... was kill. I pounced on her and threw her to the floor. She started crying which just made me laugh harder. My mother came flying into the room. She saw my eyes and threw herself on top of me.

"Bellatrix calm down! You have to control it. I know it's hard but calm down! She's your sister!" Her voice went from pleading to wailing. I glared at her annoyed. She was keeping me from the pretty little thing on the floor that was my prey. Then I saw it. The knife. It was hanging by her waist. So easy to reach. I grabbed it and turned towards my mother.

"It's time for you to die darling mother." I hissed, grinning menacingly.

"No Bella no!" She screamed. But she may as well have been dead. I leapt like a cat on top of her and brought the knife down towards her throat. Blood spurted out of the gaping hole in her neck. Her soft blonde hair going pink from blood. All I did was grin as my mother screamed in agony until it turned to gurgling and blood started to dribble out her mouth. She gazed at me one last time before whispering:

"Find my diary. Read it. Please." My mother went still. I laughed crazily, until I saw the pretty little thing on the floor. I strolled towards her, the floor slippery with blood. I picked her up by her hair and grinned before starting my work. I slid the knife into her lower stomach before pulling up, blood splattered the walls. She screamed while I slowly pulled the knife up until it reached her organs. I was getting bored now. I plunged the knife deep into her heart before slitting her pretty throat. I yanked out her intestines and tied her by her feet to the light fixture. I smiled at my handiwork, before doing the same to my mother. I was so proud.

The front door opened and I grinned, bloodthirsty.

"Here we go again." I muttered happily, before I slipped out of the room.

They were dead. All of them. My mother. My father. My brother. My sister. And it was all because of me. I came out of my trance, to find the bodies of my family hanging by their feet, attached to whatever I could use. And I still don't really care. I sat in the corner of my room, crying, my brother hanging by his feet in front of me. That was when it happened. The window creaked open and I shuddered. I was too numb, too scared to move. This is what you get for reading Creepypasta at 2am. My eyes went wide when someone climbed through the window. I stared at them, no longer afraid. The person looked up and nodded at my handiwork.

"So you're a killer too huh?" The man sounded amused before coming over to me.

"Come on, get up." He gently pulled me up and wiped my eyes. I tried looking underneath his hood, but he wouldn't let me.

"Who are you?" I growled, trying to be threatening. It didn't work.

"Now now little one. I am not answering any of your questions. But you will answer mine. First of all what's your name?" He was chuckling softly, his head cocked to the side.

"Bellatrix. Bellatrix Icewater." I whispered. He nodded almost approvingly.

"Who have you killed so far?" His head cocked to the side again.

"My family. No one else. I'm not a killer!" I yelled before sobbing in his arms.

"Shush, it's okay. It's okay. Same as me then. I killed my family first and now, I kill everyone. You will enjoy it soon. Don't worry." He held me close, his arms wrapped around me protective.

"What do you mean? I'm not killing anyone else. I won't be able to even if I wanted to." I said shaking. Then I realised what I had to do.

"What? Of course you will. How would you not be able to?" The man looked at me, confused.

"I'm calling the police. I will be locked away where I can't hurt anyone." I pulled out of his grip and ran to the door. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me backwards. I cried out from pain and tears sparked my vision. My head was burning.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know how to stop you. You have great potential. Come with me. Please. I will protect you Bellatrix. I promise." He was whispering comforting words into my ear, while he stroked my knotted, bloodstained hair. Not that you can really tell. My hair is pitch black and my eyes are deep purple.

"My mother's diary. I have to find my mother's diary. I will be back in a second." I said abruptly. He nodded as I darted into my parents bedroom. Then I moaned. I forgot that my father had tried to run but I had caught him. He was dangling by his feet from the ceiling. I gagged at the smell but I carried on looking around. I turned around and screamed.

"I thought I told you to stay in my room!" I screamed at the familiar boy in the white hoodie.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." He bowed his head in an ashamed manner. I nodded and carried on searching.

"Got it!" I whooped in triumph. I held the little black note book In the air. I sat on the bed, ignoring the blood that was dripping out of my father's mouth and on to the bed. I opened the first page delicately. There was a note:

Dearest Bellatrix,
If you are reading this, you have probably killed me. I knew it was going to happen eventually. I just hope your brother and sister got out on time. I love you Bella and I have forgiven you for whatever you have done. There is something I have to tell you though. You are not a normal teenager. You are a creepypasta, like me and your father. You are a shape shifter, like us. And for that, we are so proud. Your brother and sister are normal. For some reason they never changed. But you were different. All those stories you read about creepypastas? They all exist. Jeff the Killer was always your favourite. Slender man, BEN, Ej and Lj. They all exist. And I hope that one day, you get to know them. I want you to be happy sweetie. Whether you turn into a killer or not. I just want you to be happy. But you need to go to a witch named Opal leaf. She will awaken your powers so you will be able to shift. Have a wonderful life darling. I love you.
Mum xxx

"So, Jeff the Killer is your favourite creepypasta then?" The boy looked at me amused.

"Yeah why?" I asked defensive. He held his hands up in defeat.

"No reason. Just go to sleep." He pulled me back into my bedroom and tucked me into bed. "I will stay right here. Just go to sleep." He hugged me close. Wait a sec... go to sleep. Go to sleep... I sit bolt upright and push him away from him. He pulls me towards him again, confused.

"Get the hell away from me!" I scream at him. Call myself a fan of creepypasta! How could I have been so stupid? Jeff the Killer has been in my room all this time and I didn't even realise. I am such an idiot! He looked at me, his head cocked to the side.

"Jeff. Jeff the Killer. Get away from me." I whispered, running to the other side of the room.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now. Go to sleep." He looked at me angrily. I shook my head. I'm not that dumb.

"Well then, we can do this the hard way." Jeff threw back his hood and hit me hard over the head. The world went black...