Obsession (A Jeff the Killer Fanfic)

Chapter 8: Consciousness

Silence.

When I woke up, that's all I could hear. Absolute silence. No light, no sound, but for my heart hammering in my chest. It smelled damp and metallic, like a basement or a shed. I was sweating a little. Geez, it was hot. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't; I was bound by my wrists and ankles to whatever I was laying on. I tried to look around my environment; I was blindfolded. I tried to yell for help; I was gagged. All I could do is lay there helplessly and wait.

I struggled to remember how I got here. I couldn't remember much of anything. The last memory I had was of coming home from school Friday. How the hell did I get here? Why was I tied up like this? And what was going to happen to me? I pondered all this, and struggled to remember. It was all I COULD do.

What seemed like hours later, my thoughts were interrupted by a noise. It sounded like a door being opened. A small click, and footsteps, echoing slightly, coming closer to me. I didn't want to feel hopeful, but I did. Right now, anything was better than sitting here in the darkness, waiting for something to happen. I just wanted to be able to see.

I felt a cool hand lightly caress down my side. Goosebumps popped up on my skin, under my t-shirt. The hand trailed upwards, toward my neck, and to my head. The hand carefully untied the blindfold, and it fell off my face. The gag was removed as well. I blinked a few times. I really couldn't see much, my eyes hadn't adjusted to the light yet. Even though there wasn't much of it.

The person above me spoke. "Hello, my love," he said quietly.

Ice flooded my veins. Finally able to see, I looked up at him. I suddenly remembered everything that happened; me calling Rianne for help. Rianne coming over. Rianne getting me ready for my date. And finally, Rianne drugging me.

The voice was Jeff's.

I tried to steady my breathing. I didn't want him hearing the panic in my voice. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. Looking back up at him, I spoke.

"Why the hell am I here, Jeff? Why am I TIED UP?!"

Despite my hostility, he continued to smile. It was really creepy. Speaking in a calm, humored voice, he said, "Well, now. You were going to run off to Nico, and I couldn't have that, could I? You're mine, after all."

Without thinking, I shot back, "No, I'm not yours, and I love NICO. Not you!"

His eyes darkened. Good going, Grace. Piss him off while you're tied up and defenseless.

He leaned in close to me. So close, we were face-to-face. He looked intently at me. If it weren't for his eyes, I'd be convinced he was perfectly calm. The same eyes that had haunted me for over a week now burned, once again, with crazed jealousy.

"No. You will love me. Nico...he's a nobody. He doesn't mean anything to you."

"Yes he does! He means everything." I whispered the last part. He could hear the uncertainty in my voice, because he started smirking.

"No, Grace. You don't know what you want. But I do," he said as he leaned even closer. "You want me. I can see it in your eyes. Your body reacts to my touch." He lightly touched the side of my neck, and I shivered a little. He turned his head to whisper in my ear.

"See? Your body wants me, and so do I. And as for me," he whispered, pulling away just a fraction of an inch. "I want you."

I couldn't help myself; I answered back, "Jeff...I want you, too." My voice was hoarse and quiet. It didn't sound like me at all. I stared at his mouth. If I wasn't bound to the table, I would have been on him. Anything to get that mouth on mine again.

I guess he could see the thoughts laid out on my face, because suddenly, he leaned down and crushed his lips to mine. It was an urgent need. I could tell by the rough way his mouth molded mine, demanding. When he pulled away a little, to breathe, I leaned back in (as best as I could) and caught his bottom lip lightly between my teeth. I couldn't help myself, I needed him closer to me.

At this, he pulled farther away. I could see the desire written all over his face. Hmm, guess I had done something right with THAT little move.

When he spoke, his voice was so low and filled with the desire he had, I struggled to hear him. "Grace. My love. Just, stay here with me. You don't ever have to go back home." He was practically pleading.

I stared at him in shock. Leave home? "B-but, people will notice I'm gone. My mom..." I trailed off. She probably wouldn't even notice my absence. She didn't any other time. The only people that would really be concerned if I left where Chelsea, Rianne, and Nico. Speaking of which...

"Jeff. I need to know where Nico is."

He looked a little uneasy. It only lasted a moment, though; he quickly regained his calm demeanor. I sat, waiting for an answer.

Finally, he gave one. Looking straight at me, he said calmly, "He's dead. I killed Nico."

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I wasn't aware that I had passed out. When I came to, I was untied, laying on a bed in another room. This one was smaller, the walls were dark red, the carpet grey. Instead of an overhead light, lanterns hung from the walls, casting a dim yellow light into the room. A fire crackled in the fireplace. It made the room cozy and intimate.

When Jeff walked in, I remembered why I had passed out. Despair, and then anger flooded through me. I struggled to keep my face calm. I sat up on the black silk-covered bed.

Jeff came over and sat down right next to me. He kissed me on the cheek, and buried his face in my neck, inhaling my smell. A moment later, he pulled his head back up and looked at me, smiling.

I lunged and punched him square in the nose. I tried to land another punch in his ribs, but he was too quick. He grabbed both of my arms and pinned me down to the bed. Blood was trickling from his nose. I had hit him pretty hard.

He glared down at me. But instead of the anger he was trying to project, all I saw in his eyes was hurt. Not physical hurt, because of his nose, but emotional hurt.

Because HE hadn't hurt ME at all, right?

I glowered at him, teeth bared. Small growls passed through my teeth. How dare he hurt Nico.

I snarled at him, "You don't love me. If you did, you would've never touched Nico."

"Listen, please. I'm so sorry. I couldn't help it. It's in my nature to kill, to hurt."

What a sick fuck.

"Then just kill me, Jeff. I'd rather be dead than be with you."

He looked down sadly at me. "I can't."

"Can't? And why not? You can kidnap me, and murder my best friend!" I was bewildered. I wish he'd stop being so obscure and just DO something.

He let go of my arms. I guess he knew I wouldn't attack again. I was in too much pain, and too confused. Nico...dead. The words made my chest tighten. I felt sick.

"I can't hurt you, Grace. If I could, you'd be dead by now. I just...can't. I can't lose you," he choked. Tears started to form at the corners of his eyes.

"Then tell me, Jeff. Explain the reasoning for this. Because I," I started, and trailed off. Taking in a deep breath, I whispered, "I just can't deal with this."

He took my face in between his hands, and stared at me for a minute. Then, he let go, and smoothed back my messy hair. He was trying to regain his voice, trying not to lose it in front of me.

After what seemed like an hour, he finally spoke.

"Okay. Okay. I'm going to tell you. Why I'm all fucked up like I am." He looked down at the floor, and started to speak.