Killer Love//Under Editing

Chapter 11

"Hey wake up, moron." I gave out a grumble and turned over, still holding the book to my chest. The raspy voice sighed in annoyance. "It's time to start your first day of hunting." I began to get annoyed so I sat up and glared at the figure.

"Go fu-"I cut myself short when I realized it was Jeff standing at my bedside. I glanced over to the clock that read 3:45 A. M. "Why so damn early?" He only sighed.

"Why did I have to pick the stupid one?" he muttered.

"I heard that, asshole."

"And I could care less, bitch." He turned on his heels and walked off but stopped in the doorway. "Change into something less colorful. You're like a fucking walking sign waiting to be seen." With that he slammed the door shut and his footsteps could be heard leaving. I looked down at my clothes. there was nothing wrong with them. Just a pain pair of blue jeans and a plain grey shirt. Wasn't that colorful when I thought about it. But I didn't want to piss him off anymore so I thought to change into black jeans with a black long sleeved shirt.

I grumbled in frustration and anger as I gathered the "less colorful" clothes and slipped them on. Before walking out I made sure to pull my hair up and grab my combat boots from beside my bed. I placed an ear up against the door and could hear murmurs belonging to different people. A sigh escaped as I opened the door and braced for the impact of stares to shoot my way. But to my surprise no one paid any mind to me. As if I was one of them. I practically was going to be after this hunt.

"Hurry up. I don't have all day," Jeff's voice boomed throughout the hall; grabbing mine and everyone else's attention.

Great.

My head sunk low with my feet trudging down the hall. I guess it was a bad idea to put my hair up. Now I had no shield for y embarrassment. Jeff pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against and began to walk off causing me to speed up whist following him out the door.

Outside was pitch dark out with little to no stars trying their best to light the sky. It was beautiful. Until a certain someone ruined it.

"Hey, take this." I looked up to see a knife handle pointed my way.

"Uh no. No way am I taking that."

"Well you got to kill with something. And I think your petty hands aren't going to do shit for you." I sent him a death glare then glanced back at the knife in his hand. Did I really want to kill others for my own life to be saved? My chance to run would be now. But... I wouldn't know my way. I hesitantly grasped the handle and twisted it around in my hand.

"Alright let's go. The closest neighborhood is just past those few trees." My gaze drifted from the knife to the nearby trees ahead. Bits of light seeped through the branches and illuminated parts of the grass. When we reached the edge of the forest, I took in my surroundings. It was Beth's old neighborhood. I could feel tears trying to come out.

"Look familiar?" Jeff asked with a visible smirk on his face.

"No, not at all," not looking at him once. That made him drop his smirk quick with a huff and walk past me without another glance my way. Jeff approached a house that was four down from Beth's and ducked low by the window, creeping up towards the back. I followed suit. Jeff approached the backdoor and mess with the doorknob. I assumed it was locked from the look on his face.

"Shit," he mumbled.

"Why not go through the window?"

"Too mainstream." I mentally face palmed myself. How did I get myself wound up with this idiot? "Give me one of your bobby pins." I gave him a confused look but obliged. He then proceeded to pull out a small pocket knife from his pocket and switched it to the screwdriver. With a few swift motions, the lock came undone and he opened the door. The house was a simple beige color on the inside and all the furniture was neatly organized o fit the room. My attention on the room was taken by Jeff when I saw his figure creeping up the stairs nimbly. This was it. I swallowed down my nervousness and followed where Jeff once was. Up the stairs there were three rooms. The first room was where Jeff was crouched by.

He put his index finger up to his lips and slowly opened the door. I stayed by the door, unable to move. My hands shook with the knife I my hand. I couldn't do this. I couldn't kill an innocent family just to live. I sat on the ground close to the door and covered my mouth so my sobs wouldn't be heard. I knew this feeling all to well. Fear.

Muffled screams turned to groans. I wiped my eyes and peered in. At this moment I knew this was a mistake. Blood slowly seeped through the sheets and the wife's eyes held fear and anguish. Jeff was just about to strike her. Next to the wife laid he now dead husband. I knew Jeff was having too much enjoyment. The husbands mouth was slit like his and his intestines were pulled out from his stomach. There was so much blood. My gaze went back to the wife who looked at me with pleading eyes. Jeff's knife soon came down and struck her right in the throat. She began to choke on her own blood as Jeff began to slice her mouth. I could only watch as her eyes became dull and dark. I felt sick. When Jeff was satisfied exited and glared down at me.

"I could have used some help there." My head sunk low and tears began to fall down my cheeks. He just killed two innocent people and all I did was watch. I could have done something. "Hey, are you-" I quickly cut him off by lunging at him. He fell onto his back while I placed my knife against his throat. He didn't seemed surprised, he just gave me a cocky smile.

"You can't do it. And you won't." I felt my blood begin to boil.

Come on Macy. Just one swift slice.

I pushed harder on the knife and his cocky smile dropped. He glanced back and forth between the knife and my eyes.

"I can't be afraid of you any longer. Now Jeff, it's your turn to. Go. To. Sleep." With on swift swipe, I sliced his throat. His eyes grew wide as he realized the situation. As I got off him, he grasped his neck and gasped aloud. I needed to find the children if there were any. I quickly checked the second room. Nothing. I glanced at Jeff before running for the third room. He was still holding onto his neck and inch across the floor to try and reach me. When I ran into the third room I saw a cradle. I slowly walked up to it and lifted a blanket to find a baby barely even two years old fast asleep. I gingerly picked up the child and tried my best to quickly leave without waking the baby. As soon as I reached the door, there stood Jeff smiling.

"H-how?"

"I'm immortal. Just needed a few minutes." He let out a dark chuckle but then glared at the sleeping infant in my arms. He only growled as he grabbed the child from me, causing it to start crying.

"Don't hurt it!" Jeff began to laugh uncontrollably the quickly broke the child's neck. I cringed as it happened.

"Now what to do with you?" He asked darkly.

I'm screwed...