The Killer In Me (Jeff the Killer) COMPLETED

Chapter Eighteen

Skylar's POV

3 days.

It's been 3 days since the little incident between Jeff and I.

No one else in the mansion suspects a thing which is good, I don't think it would go down well if everyone knew about what happened.

Well, I think Slendy knows, considering he's probably been poking around in mine and Jeff's head, figuring out every little detail.

The worst part about what happened is that I think I might...have feelings for him.

But, then sometimes I feel as though he's a total stranger and I hate him with a passion, as if there's no way I could ever have feelings for someone like him.

I just don't know.

My mind has been buzzing with questions and I've been constantly reliving the events over and over in my mind.

We haven't spoken to each other or made any contact other than awkward stares if we cross each other's paths. Even then it's as though I'm staring at a plain brick wall, there's no emotion really.

I sit up from my bed, leaving behind my clouded and cluttered mind, stumbling to dinner.

I take a seat opposite Jeff.

Figures.

It wasn't on purpose of course, I always sit here. And he knows that.

I shake away the thought and stare at the food on the table and honestly I'm not even that hungry.

I stand up without saying a word and walk back upstairs, grabbing my hoodie. I then skip back downstairs and look at Slendy as I pass the kitchen.

I need some fresh air and time to myself.

Slendy nods, clearly knowing that was directed at him. Sometimes I like the fact that he can read minds but other times, it really does suck.

I hear Masky call out for me but continue to shut the door, ignoring him and walking out into the dark woods. I flip my hood up and tuck my hands into my jacket pockets.

I make my way to my secret hideaway. The place I come to think. To be by myself. It's the perfect place.

There's a large lake in the centre of the clearing, only minimal tress occupying the open space. Flowers bloom all around and the grass is green and thick, but is always kept short.

I walk to the other side of the lake, laying on my back, in the same place I always do.

I look up at the stars, immediately thinking of my mum. She must be so disappointed in me, her own daughter getting feelings for a killer. The same killer that murdered her mum. Tears flow down my cheeks and I quietly sob to myself.

"Skylar?" I jump at the voice and stand up, turning to see the vibrant white hoodie appearing from the darkness.

Jeff walks up to me, his arms by his side with a blank face. I look down, not wanting to be in this situation.

A few moments later, a cold hand reaches out, gently cupping my cheek and wiping away the tears.

"Why are you crying?" He questions. I shrug his hand off and turn my back to him, starting to walk away.

Jeff grasps my arm, tugging me closer to him slightly. I jerk my arm away and straighten out my jacket.

"Just listen." He starts. "I'm sorry Sky." I step back, trying to keep my composure.

"Sorry? You're sorry? Sorry doesn't fix anything Jeff!" I say, my voice raising.

"Sorry doesn't fix the fact that you've hurt me too many times. Emotionally and physically. Sorry doesn't fix the fact that you killed my best friend. And it certainly doesn't fix the fact that you also killed my mother!" I scream back, my face red and my voice filled with anger.

"But I l-" Jeff mumbles. The last few words inaudible.

"What was that?" I say, evidently annoyed. I cross my arms over my chest impatiently.

"I said...I l-" He repeats, once again, the last few words inaudible.

"Come again?" I ask, gritting my teeth.

"I said I like you! I mean...like like you." He repeats for the second time.

My mouth opens and closes a few times, unsure of what to say.

Jeff rushes up to me, crashing his lips to mine. I pull back after a second or so, shaking my head in disapproval.

"I'm sorry Jeff. But I can't..." I say sadly, running off into the trees.

*~*~*~*

After running for what feels like hours, I come to a halt, trying to catch my breath. Once I have my breathing under control and back to normal, I start walking back towards the mansion.

The atmosphere is cool and calm, silence fills the night air. I breath in heavily, enjoying the tranquility.

I hear twigs snap and leaves crunch behind me. I swiftly turn, squinting into the dark. A figure slowly appears from the trees, eyes glowing a yellow-gold colour.

"A-Albert?" I ask, slightly worried and confused.

"Hey Skylar." He says normally, no stutter. But rather confidently.

"What are to you doing out here?"

He walks closer.

"I'm here for you." He replies darkly, chuckles releasing from his lips.

I gasp and watch in horror and curiosity at the same time, as Albert starts to shift into a creature. It's back boney, spine protruding through the skin. Razor sharp claws grow from long slender fingers and the creature is hunched over.

I let out a high pitched scream as he comes running towards me, claws raised.

Before he can attack, a large orb of light appears to my right, exploding and the entire area lightens up. The light dissipates and turns dark.

"I need her alive, you fool!" A dark voice bellows. I begin to shake, and a mental wave hits, making me pass out.

*~*~*~*

Jeff's POV

I was laying down on the grass of the clearing, looking up into the night sky and admiring the infinite amount of twinkling stars. I go over the past events in my mind, this has always been my thinking place.

My thoughts are interrupted by a high pitched female scream. I sit up fast as I recognise the scream as Skylar's.

I bolt towards the direction of the scream. A few seconds later, a large burst of light appears in the same direction of Skylar's scream.

I push forward, the light only around 50 meters ahead of me. I can see 2 shadows, both moving toward to the dark portal looking thing. (Wonderful description, I know).

As I come closer, I see another shadowed figure, holding a limp body in their arms.

Skylar.

"Hey!" I call out. All 3 figures and the portal quickly disappear.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I yell, bulleting towards the mansion to alert Slendy.

*~*~*~*

(A/N):

Soooooo I'm starting to think that my story actually really really sucks. And I mean, SUCKS! I don't know. I mean, I have this whole plan on where it's going to go and all, but I'm still not sure about it. I just, I don't know.

Anyways, thanks for 380 reads! :))

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