One-Shots (Reader Inserts)

I'm In Love (Jeff The Killer x Demoness!Reader)

          I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD GUYS. WRITERS BLOCK IS A BITCH. I HAVEN'T HAD ANY INSPIRTATION TILL EARLIER TODAY WHEN I SHOWERED. UGG I FEEL SO BAD CAUSE I HAVEN'T POSTED ANYTHING FOR LIKE TWO WEEKS.

[This was inspired by Black Butler. ^-^ It's also mostly in Jeff's POV.]

Key:

(y/n) – Your name

Italics – Song lyrics

(e/c) – Eye color

(h/c) – Hair color

(s/k) – Skin color

A little danger's never stopped me before...

Seduced by hypnotic eyes and a kiss to die for

Everything you do causes me pain...

Torture me with a smile, burning me with your flame

Footsteps pounded on the sidewalk, cutting the silent night with their noise. The shouts behind him meant he was still being pursued. He knew he shouldn't have stayed to savor the screams. The pounding of his heart was the only thing he heard as he continued running, trying to get away from the police that were currently chasing him.

He took a sharp right into an alleyway and continued to run. Up ahead was a brick wall that he could easily scale and hop over, which would, in theory, get him away from his pursuers. The police behind him had just made it to the entryway of the alley as he started his accent of the brick wall.

"FREEZE!"

The figure ignored the call and reached the top of the wall. He cast one glance over his shoulder to flash the cops the bird and then hopped over wall. He landed on the ground with a harsh thud and stood up, brushing his pants off in the process. He snapped his head up at the sound of a chuckle. In front of him was a whole squad of police.

"Looks like we've caught the infamous Jeff The Killer."

Yeah TURN IT UP, this f-f-f-fire inside

Yeah TURN ME UP, your body's a weapon tonight

You CUT ME UP, cut me up stab me straight through the heart

Don't you know I'm in love...

He was royally screwed. There was no way he'd get out of this one, not with police over the wall behind him and the squad in front of him. He silently cursed for being so careless and put his hands up at the gesture of the cop. The cop snickered at the seemingly helpless killer in front of him. But what he didn't know was that Jeff would not go down without some blood being spilled.

The snicker turned into a look of surprise as a knife was embedded in his forehead, and he fell foreword onto the cement. The weight of his body and hitting the ground cause the knife to go completely through his skull. Blood started to pour out of the fatal wound and stain the ground. It was a few seconds of silent shock before the rest of the cops opened fire upon Jeff.

Multiple shots were fired at him, but none hit him. Yet. It seemed as if time had slowed down, as if he could easily just walk up to a bullet and pluck it out of the air without harm. The alleyway morphed into a dark room with him sitting in a chair in the middle of it. Was this where you went when you died?

A chuckle came from the shadows. The sound bounced off the walls and Jeff couldn't quite pinpoint where it originally came from.

"No, this is not where you go when you die, Jeff. An amusing theory, though."