I would drown for you. (Creepypasta fanfiction).

Chapter 2

I woke up groaning. Damn you Jeff! I sat up and froze. Right next to me, fast asleep, was Jeff himself and there was nothing I could do except run. So I did. After leaping out of the bed, I threw myself out the door and carried on running down the stairs. On the way to the front door, I looked at the time. 2AM. Not light for hours yet.

I ran out the door and carried on until I was near the end of the street. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my waist and I was pulled into an abandoned factory that was at the bottom of the road, a hand clamped on my mouth. I looked down to see a long, black arm holding my waist. That's when I smelt it. The smell of fresh blood was polluting the air, making me gag. This place smelt worse than an abattoir with this guy in it. I heard a low chuckling behind me.

"Well, well, well. Looks like I have caught myself one of slendys minions. What's your name little one?" I froze when the person let go and stood in front of me. I knew enough creepypasta to know who this guy is.

"Zalgo!" I hissed angrily. He nodded in approval.

"Well done little one. I really hoped you were one of Slender man's and clearly you are." He looked at me, his head cocking to the side, reminding me painfully of Jeff.

"However, I don't recall ever seeing you before now." He waited for my reply.

"That's because I have never even met a creepypasta, other than my parents. And Jeff of course. Other than that I only know what I have read . Which is quite a lot in case your wondering." I scowled at him. What does a girl have to do to get a break around here!

"Stop your rambling and tell me what I want to know. Where are the creepypastas?" He growled at me, grabbing my shoulders and digging his fingers into the soft flesh. I winced, before glaring at him coldly.

"I don't know. Like I told you before, I have never met any of them. Seriously, you should listen more." I gaze angrily at him. His eyes flash with anger and he grabs me. Sh*t I'm in for it now! He throws me across the room, my head cracking against the wall. I cried out as blood slipped down the back of my neck.

"Stop! Leave her alone!" I hear a voice shout clearly above me. I look at the door and see him. My breath hitches as Jeff glares angrily at Zalgo.

"She isn't even a creepypasta. Leave her alone." He crosses the room and stands in front of me, making sure Zalgo can't get to me.

"Well, hello Jeff the Killer. Come to join the party?" He grinned menacingly.

"No he has not. Jeff leave please. I'm fine." I stare at him, begging him to leave.

"You have got to be kidding me right?! Bella, he will kill you in a second if he wants to. Relax, Slendy's on his way with the rest." He whispered the last bit, ensuring that Zalgo cannot hear and smiled at me reassuringly. This made me freak out more.

"You are joking right? You can't seriously have even thought of bringing them into this. No, tell them to go home." I said sternly.

"Too late. They're here." Jeff glanced at the door. I followed his gaze, and my mouth fell open. They were here. All of them. Slender man at the front, with the rest of them crowded behind him. However, Zalgo had had enough. He pushed Jeff out of the way, causing him to fall. He picked me up, ready to throw me into another wall (seriously what is it with this guy throwing me at walls?) When a voice stopped him:

"Put the girl down. How dare you treat a human like this, accusing her of being one of us! Your battle is with us. But instead, you beat up a human. Pretty pitiful if you ask me."

"No one did ask you, Slender man." Zalgo growled and dropped me. I cried out, cutting my arm deeply with some glass. I watched as the blood oozed out of the wound, blood dripping down my arm, when I felt it again. The same feeling I had before I killed my family. The deep feeling, of wanting to kill.