Obsession (A Jeff the Killer Fanfic)

Chapter 13: Evil

(A/N: Sorry for the long wait, guys! Here's the new chapter. If you're weak-stomached, this is gory, so be warned.)

(Jeff)

Suddenly, I am slammed onto the floor with a surprising amount of force. Ouch. My head bounces against the cool concrete. That'll give me a headache later. If I'm still alive by then.

Her face is less than inches away from mine, and she's grinning so widely, I wonder at how her jaw doesn't crack. Her onyx eyes burn into mine intently. She's studying me. Toying with me.

"Look at me, Jeff, aren't I beautiful?" she snarls. She really is beautiful, in an evil way. Her thick hair, darker than pure coal, curls past her shoulders. Her thickly-lashed, fiery, soulless black eyes look large in her thin, angular face. Her brows arch up dangerously over her too-large eyes. Her frame is delicate, even thinner than before, but I know firsthand how strong she is. She looks like a twisted version of a doe, all graceful and elegant. But, as beautiful as she is, it's wrong. Her smoky eyes are too full of fervent hate and violence. Her lips pull back over her pointed teeth in a grimace. She's burning with the desire to kill. All traces of the old Grace have been burned away by this insanity. All that's been left behind is this monster.

I answer in a quiet voice, "Y-yes Grace, you are. Always." I hate the stutter in my voice. It's not that I'm scared of her. Or disgusted.I'm not. I was just as crazy as her at first. Hell, I still am. I've just learned to control it, utilize it. She'll need some practice with that. And as for the disgusted part...I WANT her this way. I like the hatred in her gaze. It's why I changed her. She's perfect.

Grace presses into me even harder. I can feel her teeth scrape at the skin of my throat. Most other people would be afraid of her. She could kill me in a heartbeat. The thought make my blood rush.

"Aren't you afraid, Jeff?" she whispers against my neck. Weird, it's like she read my mind. Or just my heart rate. My heart is hammering, but not for the reason she thinks.She's still giggling quietly. As harsh as it is, it's a lovely sound to me.

I swallow hard. "No, because you're just like me now," I murmur to her. Gently, I push her off of me.

Surprisingly, she doesn't fight it. Her eyes come back to my face. She pales, and the fire in her eyes is doused, and she shakes a little, gasping. The insanity is momentarily gone. What? What's going on? It's probably a ruse, to get me to let my guard down. I brace myself to be attacked.

Before I know what's going on, she begins to sob, hugging her legs. I'm completely shocked by her behavior, and honestly have no clue what to do.

"W-w-what's wrong with m-me?" she stammers. Hiccuping, she looks up at me, tears glittering on her cheeks. She looks like a scared baby deer, and I feel my eyes prick. My Grace is in pain. I pull myself up into a sitting position and scoot to sit next to her. Helplessly, I rub her arm. She doesn't fight me.

"Shh, it's okay," I whisper to her. Cautiously, I put my arms around her. I breathe a sigh of relief when she doesn't try to bite it off.

"Now you get to be with me. This will pass."

"How?" she says in a raw voice, wiping at her eyes.

"The insanity, you learn to control it, with time."

She huffs in exasperation. "Jeff...all I want to do is KILL. Rip apart flesh, end a life. I've never felt like this before! What's WRONG?" She starts to run her hands through her hair, pulling at it. Her eyes are unfocused, not seeing me. I can almost hear her internal conflict. She wants to give in to the madness, but a small part of her wants to hang on to what it was.