Ted Bundy is on the run for the Murder of Gracie Chathams, a student that was attending the University of Wisconsin.
He hides out in a Gay bar across town the night after, figuring no one would bother him there.
Thats until, Jeffrey Dahmer introdu...
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Was Jeff jealous?
"We're not going to get into trouble relax, I'm just missing something in my life right now" "Like what?" "Pussy" I answered with a shit eating grin but that quickly was wiped away because I was being cornered against the dresser. Jeff's forearm was being pushed against my throat.
"You're going to get us in trouble and we're in enough as it is" Jeff firmly stated breathing heavily in front of my face.
We stood there, glaring at each other for a minute before I started to laugh. "Come on, let me go talk to her" "No" Jeff gritted through his teeth.
This game was dangerous, between me and him. Why was this fun? Toying with his emotions like this. Parts of me wanted to speak to her but other parts of me wanted to speak to her, to get a rise out of Jeff.
"Why not?" I whispered. "Because, you don't need her"
The tension was thick and for a split second, I caught something darken within his eyes before be crashed his lips against his. Something took over me, it was a mixture of desire and loving the rise I get out of him, the jealousy but I kissed him back with matching fervor.
The fervor turned into a hot mix of rage as I was breathing heavily against his lips, almost trying to eat them as I was being turned around and backed up to the bed. My calves hit the bed and I fell backwards, with Jeff In between my legs.
"Ted please" Jeff said against my lips causing internal panic, as I haven't done anything with a male before. "Wait hold on.." I pushed my hand against Jeff's chest, breaking the kiss and looked into his eyes, they were filled with something sinister, almost like he was possessed.
"What? God, are you toying with my feelings?" Jeff angrily said and rolled off to the side, to lay beside me and we both stared up at the crumby hotel ceiling. "That's not it" "Then what is it do you not like me?"
I turned my head to see Jeff was looking at me and felt unease.
why was I kissing Jeff back?. If I wasn't gay, I wouldn't be kissing him back.
"I- I do like you Jeff but it's complicated" "We don't have to tell anyone"
My whole body shuddered at his words and I leaned forward while grasping his face and kissed him.
It dawned on me while our lips danced together.
There was an equilibrium between us, as murders we both had strengths and weaknesses but together, with combined skills we were unmatched.
Jeff jumped in and helped me and I jumped in and helped Jeff.
We were the sick and demented Bonnie and Clyde of our Era, in our own little world.
