Jillian had put her old clothes back on and was walking in the forest back to her house with Jeff. They were both quiet, so she broke the silence. "It's only Saturday."
"Good observation." Jeff responded, nearly snarling.
"I thought I wasn't going home until the weekend was over."
"I lied."
"Is it because of what the Slenderman said?"
Jeff stopped dead in his tracks and glared up at her from underneath his greasy hair. "You bitch! I thought you were taking a fucking shower, not eavesdropping on me."
"I overheard." She turned back to him and looked up at him with her head tilted curiously. "If I bug you so much, why keep coming back? Why not just kill me?"
Jeff looked into the big brown eyes that kept him from killing her the first time. He almost liked the way she had her head tilted looking up at him. It made her appear curious, which, Jeff guessed, she was. It fit the picture of her as a child that he saw, innocent and curious. "I-I don't have to answer you."
Jillian frowned at him. This was the first time he actually saw her frown. He didn't know why, but he didn't like it. He had made her upset, and his own body reacted by giving him a heavy feeling in his chest. Why do you care for her, Jeff? Why did he care? He still couldn't figure it out.
Jeff sighed. "What the fuck is with you?" He asked and stood up straight, and looking down at her. "Why the hell are you…you?" Jillian simply tilted her head. Jeff growled. "Wh-what the fuck is it with you? Stop being so fucking…just so fucking you! Just quit it!"
Jillian just stood there. "Excuse me? You came to me, Jeff. If you don't like it, then leave me alone. It's that simple. Literally, it's that simple. Just walk away. I don't care. You seem to be the one that wants to stay!" Her voice was getting louder and angrier. "You try to kill me, you save me, you take me out of my house, make me stay with you, and then kick me out?! What the hell is your problem? You're the psychopath, not me! Figure out what the hell you want to do with me instead of being such a fucking bipolar bitch!" She ended screaming.
Jeff just stood there. She just fucking cussed him out. He should've just killed her that first time. This was it. He was going to do it. He was just going to kill her, and he'd make it hurt. Jeff reached his arms out and grabbed her. Then, he started squeezing as hard as he could. Jillian made a faint squeak sound as the pressure increased. He smiled evilly, until he realized what he was doing.
"J….Jeff? Are…are you hugging me?"
Jeff snapped into reality and was doing just that: hugging her. His arms were wrapped around her torso and squeezing her tight against him. His head was resting on her shoulder. "You shouldn't lose your temper with a serial killer. They might get mad."
They just stood there. "You're…hugging me. That's not exactly what I envision when I think of you getting angry."
Jeff still didn't move. If anything, he squeezed her closer and tighter. For a moment, he felt bliss. There was not any urge to kill in him. He felt human, normal human. Before the accident and before he had killed his parents, when he was just a person. Jeff actually didn't want to let go of her. It was…nice…for him, if he truly admitted it.
"Um….Jeff…you're still hugging me…"
"I…I know. Just…shut up. Please." Jillian was shocked at the fact that he actually said please. It was adorable, in a sense, like the bad little kid finally apologizing. Jeff even burrowed his pale face into the crook of her neck for a few moments, just enjoying having another person that close. A living person.
Finally, Jillian maneuvered her hands in-between them and gently pushed Jeff. He didn't move, but it did bring him back to the woods and caused him to abruptly let go of her. He was a killer. He needed to act like one.
They continued walking after that. Neither of them said a word, though both of their minds were racing. Jeff's was still trying to figure out why he enjoyed the girl's company and had no killed her yet, while Jillian thought about what she was going to do about this situation. In order to do so, she listed several things.
She knew that Jeff was a killer. She didn't like that. He was also a psychopath, so he was completely unstable. He also tried killing her. Now, he just hugged her. The reality that she was with a serial killer was hitting her. "You don't make any sense, Jeff. You're also a killer, so why are you attracted to me? Attracted meaning drawn or magnetized to someone. Not like…'attracted' attracted. I mean, you should be following some homicidal chick. Not me."
"You ask a lot of questions."
"If you gave me some answers, then maybe I wouldn't ask you so many things."
"I don't exactly choose to be a killer, you know. It's not like it's something that I can control." Jillian was silent as he talked. "I get a feeling. I can't fight it. It takes over and is stronger than anything you could ever imagine. I got it after I beat up Randy and his group of bastards. Killing people and bringing pain make me happy, in a sick sense. It's not even a feeling of happiness, it's more just pleasure. Like how they say sex doesn't make people happy, it only satisfies their lust. I have blood lust. There's no real difference. I didn't choose this. It just happened. I never got a choice. No one really gets a choice when you really sit and think about it."
They arrived at her house and Jeff explained that she should just go home. As Jillian got the spare key from under the mat, she turned back to Jeff. "So…you don't like killing people?" Jillian asked, and tilted her head in the same curious way again as she opened the door.
"I'm not really sure. It just feels good."
