Third POV
"Just in time for your surprise!"
With each step he takes down the stairs, Eboni steps back, and Melissa crawls away. The teen knows exactly who this male was. His face is all over the news, well, his deformed face. This isn't a copycat- this is the real deal, but why does his face look semi-normal? Almost handsome, almost.
"Jeff...Jeff the killer-", Eboni said in disbelief, staring at him in awe. Why would this infamous serial killer stalk her?
"In the flesh." He grins, taking in Eboni's appearance before turning his attention back to Melissa. "I never thought anyone would be dumb enough to move here of all places. Do you fuckers not do research anymore?"
At this point, Eboni can't hold back her chuckle, letting Melissa know she's there. He has a point. Who would willingly move into a high-crime volume neighborhood and a serial killer's former home? It is indeed stupid. The killer makes it down the stairs, yanking Melissa up to her knees by her hair- causing her to cry out in pain. That makes Jeff punch her.
"Shut up!!" He shouts, aggressively yanking her forward. "Loud bitch. Would've been offed your ass if I wasn't waitin' for her." He said, pointing his knife at me.
Melissa opens her eyes to look at me, not even bothering to hide her hatred towards Eboni. "You....you.....bitch."
"Tsk, that's not very nice." Jeff chuckles, jarring the end handle of his knife to the woman's forehead- causing blood to spill from the freshly made wound.
"I'm...you're only option in possibly making it out alive, and you still call me a fucking bitch?" Eboni laughs, shaking her head.
Melissa doesn't say a word, closing her eyes once more before Jeff hits her- singling her to keep them open. "Keep 'em open or I gut 'em out," Jeff warns.
"Wh-why...why are you doing this?" The woman questions through her cry.
Jeff grins, cackling again. "Why? Cause it's her birthday."
Eboni's heart tightens with an unknown emotion. He did this for her? He slaughtered her family just for her? She wasn't anything special. Why would this crazed man go out of his way just to murder the girl's foster family?
"Why?" She asks breathlessly, watching Jeff position his knife against Melissa's throat.
"Don't play dumb." He warns. "Ya know I've been watching you- ever since you fuckers moved in. You wanted them dead, for a loooong time now, just never had the guts to do it, huh?" Jeff taunts, his grin growing.
The glint in her eyes fades. Sure, she wanted them dead, but that would lead to a life on the run- and if caught, a lifetime in jail. Eboni lowers herself to be at the same level as Melissa. She stares at the woman, memories of her life with her flashing through her eyes.
"You're right. This bitch, this whole family has been nothing but a pain in the ass." Eboni grumbles, her mask hiding most of her facial expressions.
Melissa gasps, glaring at Eboni. "We've been a pain in your ass? You've been nothing but the devil's spawn since I brought you in! You were nothing but an investment to make me look good! But no! You had to make us move! You no good waste of space piece of-"
The motion is quick. Eboni swiftly kicks Melissa in her jaw so hard that it knocks the woman out of Jeff's grip and to his feet. She cracks her neck as Jeff places his foot over Melissa's face. The killer lowers himself down, placing his blade against Melissa's throat- waiting for Eboni to give him the go.
With a nod, Jeff stabs the woman in her throat, gliding the blade across so deeply that he nearly decapitates her. Eboni pulls down her mask when their eyes meet, a sickening smile on her face.
"See you in hell," she said before Melissa's eyes became lifeless.
The smiling killer stands, tilting his blade upward towards Eboni. He laughs, "Now it's your turn to sleep!"
Jeff moves to stab Eboni in her shoulder, but she manages to dodge quickly, grabbing her switchblade from her thigh- blocking his knife from stabbing her in the face. The killer's smile seems to grow wider as the glint in his eyes becomes brighter.
"Oh ho ho! The pretty pink princess does have some moves!"
His mocking tone fuels Eboni's will to kick this fuckers ass. She kicks him in his knee, giving her the chance to tackle him. Both of them wrestle around the floor, slashing at each other's arms and legs. Eboni manages to stab him through his shoulder, now pissing the killer off. Jeff grabs her hair, banging her head on the ground as he stabs her twice in her stomach.
Eboni cries out, reaching to grab his hair. She head butts him, taking her knife and stabbing him in his abdomen, twisting her blade. She yanks it out, pushing him off of her. Eboni grunts, holding an arm around her stomach as she slowly moves to stand. Jeff does the same, a hand over his wound and knife held upward while the girl holds hers downwards.
The two were about to charge at each other again, but the sound of police sirens stopped them. Jeff curses, giving Eboni one last grin. "Till next time, princess." He cackles, running out the back door.
The moment he leaves, the adrenaline pumping through the girl's veins quickly fades- causing her to feel to effects of her stab wounds. Eboni falls to her knees, coughing up a bit of blood before her head hits the ground. Her version becomes hazy, making her chuckle weakly. She never thought this would be how she went. Dead at the hands of her stalker, who turns out to be the notorious Jeff the Killer.
She finds this situation comical. Her first three weeks in this town and she and her foster family are dead. The only downside to Eboni was that she'll end up as another number on the killer's hit list. She had hope he found her special, wanted her.
The last thing she sees is policemen rushing through her home trying to find Jeff. She can feel her body being lifted onto a stretcher and rushed outside before slipping into unconsciousness.
Well, at least one person remembered her birthday.
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Secret Desire {Jeff The Killer Story}
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