Falling Apart

Chapter 3

"Jeff." I whispered under my breath. He came crashing through the bushes holding a bloody knife in the air with a crazed look in his eye. Everyone at the camp moved away from the air the intruder had jumped but I moved towards him like a long lost friend, with a lust in my eyes. 

I noticed Jeff's skin getting paler yesterday, and his hair was getting darker and longer. His eyes had a growing ring around them and were positively enduring. I smiled at him. The old Jeff. The crazy loveable Jeff who showed off his kills. 

"I missed you." I said to him as I stood in front of him looking up. He looked at me with wide eyes. He was shaking as he grabbed me and brought his knife against my throat. 

"Don't hurt her!" Brandon shouted from the other side of the area. 

"I think it's time for you to go to sleep." Jeff said in my face. I smiled at him, I felt blood running from my scar as it opened up wider. 

"You can't kill me." I said lightly and in seconds I had Jeff on the ground with my hand around his neck. I was looking down at him as he stared up at me. 

"Ragdoll." He choked out loosening his grip on his knife. I gave him a tooth filled smile. Jeff. The old Jeff. The one I fell in love with without admitting it to myself. My Jeff. I know Jeff still isn't fully insane. But he will get there soon. 

"What's going on Clare?!" Bailey shouted with fear filling her voice. I felt the warm rush of blood lust running through as I tried desprately to brush it off. They are still watching me. Heh. 

"I have some explaining to do." I said as I helped Jeff up and he stared nervously at everyone. He probably feels how I do. Having there warm blood thumping in their heart. Just waiting to be spilled. I shook off the thought quickly. "Control yourself." I whispered to him slipping the knife from his hand. 

"You guys. This is Jeff." I said motioning to the crazy dark haired boy that doesn't resemble the boy they knew. They all recoiled in fear. 

"What?" Ben said. I nodded smiling. "Why are you so happy to see him like this?" Ben asked. 

"Because, I got my Jeff back. The Jeff I used to know." They all looked scared and confused my words. "You guys won't believe me if I tried to explain." I stated, the blood dripping into my mouth. 

"That is not Jeff!" Jack stated. 

I turned to Jeff, "Whats your name?" I asked him. 

"Don't be stupid Ragdoll, you know my name." He sneered. I elbowed him in the side. "Alright! It's Jeff." He said taking his leather like hand and rubbing his side. "What are you doing with this lot of victims?" He hissed under his breath. 

I smacked his head. "Don't you remember your friends?" He shot me a glare and tightened his hand into a fist. Then a look of realization crossed his face. He looked at the people that stood in front of him. I watched his actions carefully. When a drop of blood touched my tongue. And I spazzed out. Gripping the knife in my hand I attacked Brandon, the closet one in front of me and made a deep gash down his arm. 

"Clare! Get off me! What are you doing!" Brandon screamed pushing at me put I gripped his arms harder and pinned them down growling. Everyone backed away fro me. All but Jeff who stood there looking slightly entertained. 

I brought my face down to his arm and began sucking the blood from his arm. I let out a relieved moan. "Ragdoll. Thats enough." Jeff said lifting me off of Brandon. A low growl emmited from my throat. 

"W-what just h-happened?" Jane asked with wide eyes. Brandon got up gripping his arm, covered in blood. "Did she just s-suck blood out of his a-arm?" Jane said.