Jillian woke up as the sunlight touched her face from shining through the window. Her eyes fluttered open and she stretched before getting out of the bed. For a second, she forgot where she was, but the memory quickly returned. She walked out of the bedroom. Jeff was still fast asleep on the cough. He looked so vulnerable when he was asleep, with that washcloth over his eyes and the soft snoring sound he made. Jillian decided to have a little fun. She walked back into the bedroom where Jeff's hoodie was. She slipped it on and grabbed the knife that was still in the hoodie pocket. She tiptoed with it in her hand back to the living room.
She flipped up the hood and gripped the handle of the knife. She positioned herself at the base of the couch by Jeff's feet. Out of nowhere, she screamed and jumped onto Jeff. He jolted up, as much as he could, and torn the washcloth from his face. He was ready to fight, but he saw it was just her, he pushed her off. She rolled on the ground giggling. "I scared you."
She was fucking giggling at that. Jeff smiled psychotically at her. "You're still holding a killer's knife, and wearing a killer's clothes." He laughed as he heard her giggling fade, seeing that she seemed to forget who he was and what he did. "They look quite delicious on you as well."
With that, Jillian's laughter completely faded. Instead, she just sat on the floor looking at her partially bloody hands. The blood that had gotten on Jeff's knife from last night's victim still had no completely dried. Jillian pulled the hoodie off and through it at him. "I want to go home."
Jeff laughed. "That's too bad since you're not leaving yet."
Jillian growled at him for once. "I want to go home and take a shower."
"You can take one here."
"I don't want to take one here."
"Then don't take a shower."
Jillian sighed. She was spending the weekend with a serial killer, even though she knew that for some reason he would not kill her, or even let anything hurt her. He would have let her die already if he had the ability to do so. She walked to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She turned on the water and waited until it got hot. She then got undressed and stepped in.
Jeff was getting dressed in the living room and grabbed some bread from the fridge. He was not really making anything; he just ate a few pieces of bread. Then, the lights in the kitchen and living room went off and then turned back on. Jeff's head snapped up. He could feel that something was off. He got up and grabbed one of the two chairs from the dining table. He put it in front of the bathroom door so that Jillian would not be able to get out. Jeff then drew his knife. He moved to the front door.
"Alright, Slendy." He said menacingly. "Come on out and let's play."
The door opened and Slenderman stood with his tendrils shooting out from his back. He was doing this in a threatening way, but more so to remind his opponent that he had them. His invisible mouth moved upwards in a curved smile. "Hello again, Jeffery."
"What the fuck do you want?"
"I want to talk about the girl."
"Jillian."
"I want to talk about Jillian." Slenderman waited for Jeff to respond with something, but he did not. Instead, he began a stare down with Slendy by glaring into his nonexistent eyes. The Slenderman broke the silence that was slightly mixed with the sound of running water from the shower. "Why do you care for her, Jeff?"
"I don't care for her."
"Do not lie to me."
Jeff hissed and got into the Slenderman's face as much as he could, seeing that there was about a foot and a half height difference. "Listen Slendy." He began. "You tell everyone to stay the fuck away from her. I mean it, you son of a bitch."
The Slenderman tried to search through Jeff's mind for some explanation of his behavior. The two had shared a past, and this was very unlike him. There was no source that he could find. There was anger and Jeff's need for blood lust. The Slenderman could sense the strength in that part of Jeff. He curiously tried a dirty trick by saying the girl's name again. The feeling diminished about half way. The girl meant something to Jeff, the Slenderman could see that. She appeared to be a human antidepressant for him. Not fully curing him of anything, but numbing the feeling to something that could be manageable.
The Slenderman was slightly confused by this. He let his mind search the house for traces of the girl. He found her mind and verified that she was normal human. She should have no special hold on Jeff. Yet, she did. "Jeff, I'd like to meet your friend."
"No."
"Then we will talk about her."
Jeff was silent again.
"Why her, Jeffery?" The Slenderman challenged.
"There is nothing to discuss."
"I can read you, Jeff. You are letting the human side of yourself yell over the demon that you truly are." Jeff lunged at him. The tendrils knocked him to the ground and then wrapped around his waist, only to keep him in place. Both of them looked up at the sound of banging on the bathroom door. One of the Slenderman's tendrils slithered over to it and pulled the chair out of the way. Before the door even opened, the Slenderman returned his attention to Jeff. "No one will touch her. For now." Then he was gone.
Jillian peeked her head out of the bathroom and made a coughing sound in order to get Jeff's attention. "Do you have anything that you haven't killed anyone in?"
Jeff looked up at her through his greasy black hair. This girl…she was going to be such a fucking problem for him. He could feel it. He already saw how much of a problem she was going to be. He should kill her and just stop the nonsense. He couldn't though. At this point, he did not even want her here anymore. "Just put something on." He put his knife back in his pocket. "You're going home."
