I run inside and slam the door, slide down the door and hug my knees. "Why the hell did I do that? I'm so stupid..."
"It's okay."
I look up to see Jeff leaning against the wall. "How did you find me?"
He smirks. "The first question you ask is how I found you." He laughs.
"Well yeah this is kinda my house..." I say. He walks over to me and puts a hand out. I hesitantly grab it and he pulls me up. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" He doesn't let go of my hand he grips it tighter.
"F-for stabbing you..." I say staggering.
He loosens his grip. "Don't worry about it. And by the way you know my name but what's yours?"
"L-Luna"
"That's a pretty name, Luna. Now go pack.
"Wait go pack? What do you mean?"
"Well you did stab me and you are a killer, so why not live with other killers. Don't worry you'll be fine."
"B-but I can't just leave." I say as he pushes me towards the stairs.
"Sure you can." He says pushing me in my room. "I'll be waiting downstairs."
I grab my suitcase and throw it on my bed. I grab pretty much anything I can get my hands on. I grab my brush and quickly brush my hair. I zip it up and go downstairs and see Jeff sitting on the couch.
"You ready?" He asks as he grabs my suitcase.
"Yeah...I guess." I say as we both walk outside. I put my headphones on and blast the music pulling my hood over my head.
Jeff's POV
I grab her bag and start walking. " You ready?" I ask. "Yeah...I guess." She says and we walk outside, I look back and she puts her Headphones on and blasts the music putting her hood over her head looking down. I feel bad that I'm making her come like this. But I guess if that's what Slendy wants then that's what he'll get. We walking into the forest, and walk to the house in the Clearing. I open the door and she walks in. I walk upstairs and she follows. I set her bag in the room at the way end of the hallway next to Masky's room. She sits in the corner of her room and starts crying. I walk away feeling bad about leaving her like this. I walk to the couch and sit down. I faintly here talking from Luna's room and I walk upstairs to see who it is. It was....~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Oh I'm such a meanie for leaving you guys on a cliffhanger but you'll see why I did in the next chapter. So just hang tight you little weirdos.
~Alesa

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A Killers Love
RomantizmLuna Mallory is 17, she killed her parents at the age of 10, but once she meets the Creepypasta's, what will she do? Will she fall in love? Or will she ruin her chances with belonging?