The Killer In Me (Jeff the Killer) COMPLETED

Chapter Seventeen

Unknown's POV

I walk through the giant doors leading into the throne room, two guards by my side. We walk down the long red carpet, large concrete pillars forming a line to either side of me that hold the large structure up.

I finally reach the end and look up, staring up the series of steps that lead to the large iron throne.

"My lord." I announce, bowing in greeting.

"What news do you bring?" He bellows, his voice echoing off the walls and through the entire room.

"I am not positive yet, but I have seen her. She returned to her home last night. But left and ran into the forest." I reply, keeping a shuttle voice.

"And you did not think to stop her!?" He bellows once again, this time sounded angrier than the last.

"I apologise, my Lord. I apologise." I sink to my knees.

"Leave. Find out anything you can." He demands.

"Yes my Lord." I obey and sit up from my knees. I bow and am escorted out of the proximity, setting off to investigate further. To find her, and bring her home.

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Jeff's POV

What's wrong with me? And why do I feel so guilty for saying those things? I regret it so much. But why?

There's something about Skylar. Something that attracts me to her, not sexually attracted but just...attracted.

She intrigues me, excites me (not sexually either). But most of all she makes me feel something, I just don't know what.

She's my enemy, that's all she should be. Every time we somehow end up in a fight, I can't bring myself to kill her. Or even harm her as much as I did before.

I felt so guilty after I did that. I never meant to go so far.

Word's gone around that she had completely healed the next morning. At first I thought it was just a load of bullshit, but when he pushed me earlier, she was so strong and as though there wasn't any wound at all.

Weird I guess.

I continue to think about Skylar and myself. The hate relationship we have, the kind of relationship I don't want to have with her.

I begin to dwell on the reality that maybe things will never change between Skylar and I. Maybe we're meant to be enemies. But something inside me says it's not right, that we're not meant to be enemies.

Memories start flooding my mind as I recall all the memories we once had, the good ones.

"I'm sorry Skylar."

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Skylar's POV

"Last time you left me, it didn't end very well." I mentioned to Masky and Hoodie, who were getting ready to leave.

"We know, but we won't be gone for long this time. I'll make sure that Masky and I are back before anyone else. I promise." Hoodie says before Masky.

I sit, contemplating what he's saying, eventually agreeing.

"Promise you'll be back early?" They both nod and start walking out.

Great. I'm alone for the night. Again. All the Pastas are going out to do 'stuff'.

Believe me, I've asked multiple times but according to Hoodie and Masky, "it's creepypasta business".

I hear the front door close and silence surround the mansion. They're all gone. I decide that instead of sitting in my room quietly the entire time, I'm going to be loud.

I plug my phone into BEN's speakers in the living room and turn it up full volume, dancing and singing along like an idiot.

I sit and play video games for around an hour, then go play with Smile and Grinny.

I read for a while, do a little more singing and dancing. All the while, music still blaring and it's been around 3 hours in total.

I feel hunger rise up inside of me and skip downstairs to get some food. As I look in the fridge, searching for food like a hungry hippo, I swing my hips to the beat of the song.

Burn It Down by Linkin Park is playing and it's like my favourite song at the moment. I hum along and dance a little more, still searching for food. What, it's not like anyone is here to see me.

Well, I guess that's where I was wrong.

I turn to face the kitchen doorway, letting out a yelp of surprise and immediately start backing up. Jeff leans up against the door frame, a large smirk on his lips.

Jeff chuckles and walks towards me, I walk around the table, grabbing the food I had found.

It was literally only an apple.

I make my way to the stairs, Jeff following closely behind. I turn and groan in annoyance.

"Can you like, fuck off?" I question with a sarcastic tone.

"Nope." He simply says, popping the 'p'. I sigh and continue to walk, music still blaring, but not as loud as before.

Jeff grasps my arm and places his other hand on my hip, keeping an evil grin on his face.

For a moment I feel slightly intimidated and a little afraid but I push those emotions away and keep a blank face.

I feel my back hit the wall, Jeff now having one hand on my hip and the other placed firmly on the wall, aside to my head.

"Why do you pick on me?" I ask, a little sadness evident in my voice. "What did I do wrong? Sure, I knocked you out, twice, and chained you up in my basement, granted. But you've been making my life hell. I mean, you even killed my best friend and my mother. And you still continue to make my life a living hell."

Before I can start my next sentence, he presses his lips to mine. My eyes widen and a blush bursts onto my cheeks. The apple I was holding drops from my hand and for a split second, it seems as though time itself has gone into slow-motion. The music seems to fade away and I slowly close my eyes, kissing back ever so slightly.

Jeff pulls away and turns away before reaching into his hoodie pocket. He lets out a load yell and growl, pegging his knife into the wall next me. He pulls it out with no effort and runs outside, disappearing into the dense trees.

I slide down the wall, landing on my butt.

What just happened?

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(A/N):

And so it begins!!!

Anywhooo, just a small notice, my story has reached 300 reads! Woooooh hahah

I can't believe I've posted 4 chapters in 2 days now. Guess I've been in writing mood aye.

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