When It Rains Blood (Jeff The Killer Horror, Romance)

Confusion, Pain and Lust. Chapter Twenty-Five.

Please, don't hate me after this chapter. SAVOUR THIS CHAPTER! This is my first time doing this so yeah, enjoy.

WARNING! This is a fan demanded lemon. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Recap.

Never have I seen Jeff so vulnerable. He looked so exhausted, broken down and bloodied in every place I could see. He regarded the light above him deeply, lifting his hand occasionally to grip the air above his head as if gripping for anything to stop his pain.

For a few minutes, a feeling of guilt and sympathy swarmed my heart like a vulture to a dead rabbit. He looked miserable, and it hurt to look at. I blinked a few times as the feeling of warmth on my cheeks started to chill. I wiped away the tears. Why was I crying? Why did this hurt so much? What was this feeling in my chest, and why did I care how a monster like him felt?

Hundreds of questions circled in my head as I tried to shake the thoughts inside it. This was not the time to start feeling bad for him, and this sure as hell wasn't the time to let a perfect target be wasted!

I raised the bow with a quivering hand and took aim. The goal was to capture someone and find out where they took Clary. I vowed to protect her, I won't stop now.

I let the arrow fly.

Chapter Twenty-Five.

Confusion, Pain and Lust.

Lightning's P.O.V.

I didn't act to watch the arrow sail acrossed the waving grass. I had already dropped the bow, ripped the knives from their sheath and was leaping from the rooftop. The bellowing roar from deep in his chest carried itself to my ears, sending adrenaline through my body.

I was ready to fight!

I rolled on the ground as I landed, not bothering with the shock my legs just suffered and ran like a bat out of hell. It was starting to rain now, but I didn't care. I had one shot at this, and with Jeff I couldn't risk a single moment of hesitation. The first throwing knife was thrown, sinking deeply into his hand and into the wood behind him. He voice boomed with pain. He was standing? But how?!

The arrow had hit his left thigh and should have left him incapable to stand. I let out a grunt as I threw the next knife, catching his other hand and pinning it right next to it's twin. This time no sound came from him, just a wince and a sharp exhale. I stopped in front of him, breathing heavily. His ice cold glare meeting mine.

He looked bad up close. Bloody and beaten, even worse now with what I had done. His legs shook uncontrollably, thousands of lacerations clothed his body and his gaze left me absolutely breathless. His eyes piercing into my soul, reading everything about me.