Killer Can't Kill Me (Jeff the Killer fanfiction) *COMPLETED*

Chapter Two

Chapter two

Jeff POV

Walking down the street in the middle of the night was proving fruitless. Not a single victim had wandered my all evening. The familiar feeling, the lust for death, was making it hard to think straight. I saw a tiny, ragged house with a light on. The light was coming from the second floor, it was the only light on in the neighborhood. A victim to satiate my evil ways, perfect. Silently, climbing up the gutter at the corner of the house, I pearled in the window.

A teenage girl was unpacking boxes. I felt the hunger, the need, to kill her disappear in an instant. She was halfway as beautiful as me! I hadn't seen anyone as close to my beauty as she was in my entire life, except for one. But this one was different, darker. That much was obvious. An art easel stood near a desk, an amazing painting of a zombie on it. The zombie was vivid, so realistic. The hand that was shoved in my pocket released the grip on my knife.

The girl was incredible. Her skin was as pale as mine, her eyes were black, and tranquil as two large, black, unmoving ponds. Long, raven black locks of hair tumbled down her back, natural and beautiful. Her lips were full and strangely pale, but her face was soft.....and kind. Something was wrong with me. I should be climbing through this window, and cutting her throat. The thought instantly made me sick, nothing could ever harm this angel of darkness. I knew, as I knew the fear my victims felt before they went to sleep, that this girl had lost her innocence. For an hour, I watched her. She unpacked and hung up dozens of more paintings. Each painting filled me with a peculiar, warm feeling.

My soulless eyes wandered over to three shelves in one corner. The shelf was full of masks. Each mask was beautifully crafted, each mask more twisted and blood covered than the last. Still, I wondered why I had no desire to put this girl to sleep, permanently. Eventually she finished and crawled into her large bed. I pressed my ear to the glass, listening to her faint, regular breathing. I opened the window and climbed in her room. I sat beside the girl on the bed, staring at her sleeping, smiling face. Her smile was brilliant, slightly amused and thoughtful. How could these strange, almost human thoughts be buzzing around in my head?

No

Human thoughts left me along time ago.

Furiously, I pulled out my knife, and admired the way the blade looked near her skin. Placing the blade against her jugular, I tried to slit her throat. Every time I tried to press the blade into her neck, pain washed over me, a pain suspiciously close to worry. Finally, I gave up, and climbed out her window, closing it behind me.

As soon as I was away from that house, the feeling had returned. I felt agitated, and ran into the city. Cars rushed by, I found a drunk man in alley, smoking a cigarette. Holding the knife in my hand, I lunged at him. The cigarette fell from his mouth in shock as he saw my face. Deep, loud, vicious laughter escaped from my throat. The man drunkenly stumbled farther into the alley, which was a dead end. I tackled him onto the cement, stabbing the knife into his shoulder. He let out a pathetic scream for half a second before I clamped my hand down on his mouth.

The fear in his eyes and the blood spreading from the deep wound filled me with evil, delightful pleasure. Yanking the knife from his shoulder, which caused a smoldered moan from beneath my hand, I grinned my amazing smile. I'm so beautiful, it's hurts everyone to look at me. "Go To Sleep!" I hissed with leering joy before plunging the knife into his heart. He gurgled, then fell limp. Smirking with satisfaction, I cut a big smile into his face. Blood soaked my clothes, as always. I picked up his cigarette and to a drag off it. Licking the blood from my knife, I hopped over a dumpster and headed for the city park.

The park was empty except for a few drunk teenagers and the homeless. Running as fast as I could to a pond, I jumped into the water, the grimy water washing away the blood. I left the pond when I smelled like fish and climbing into a tall tree, pulling my hood up over my head.

The next day I found myself back at the girl's home. I watched her attempting to reach a tall box in loose fitting pajamas and busted out laughing. I had never even looked at her clothes the night before, and the large t-shirt she wore as a nightdress was hysterical. I fell over from laughing, knocking over her trash cans. Knowing she would investigate, I scurried around to the front of her house, climbing to her bedroom window. Again. My inability to kill her perplexed me, the thought of her harmed made my stomach twist and a strange nausea take over my head. The girl returned upstairs and entered her bathroom. I listened through the window, which I had cracked open, as she showered. Her bathroom door was shut, but I still listened.

The shower shut off, and after a few minutes of silence, I heard a groan. The bathroom door opened and the girl walked to a mirror on the back of her door. She sighed. She wore a hideous dull green outfit, with black high heels. She went into her bathroom again, and I peeked carefully at her reflection in the bather rom mirror as she did her makeup. She made her eyelids lids as black as mine......as mine weren't. It seemed to satisfy her, and she left her room.

I lept to the ground, my feet absorbing the shock, I was used to jumping from such heights. Hiding in the unkept hedge zoom the front yard, I watched the girl enter a simple red car, and pulled out of the driveway. She went to an ugly diner, and started a shift waitressing. She was polite to the customers, but she was clumsy in the heels. At one point she spilled boiling hot chili on an old man. The man had yelled out, and the whole diner stared. She turned beet red and helped clean the man up. A manager told the man his meal would be free, then whispered something to the girl. She nodded solemnly, and some of the redness left her cheeks. I sat in an empty booth in the corner most of the day, watching her from under my hood. I ordered a coffee from her, and she managed to bring it back to me without spilling it. I was nearly broke, so I couldn't tip her more than a few dollar bills. Before I left I saw her name for the first time on her name tag, her name was Juliet.