Love kills (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter Two: I can't go to sleep

Chapter two

I can't go to sleep

He grabbed my wrist pulling me to him. The scent he gave off was comforting. Honey. His ice cold finger silence me like it had so many times before. I waited for him to raise his knife. I shook as I watched him tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear. The monsters faces started to change in front of me. His eyes becoming more human like. I could make out the deep Carmel color. His mouth healing it's self into a soft smile. It was Jeff. He leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Go to sleep, Lucifer."

I opened my eyes to realize I was still in my room. My alarm clock blared at me. I shut it off and sat up. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I didn't understand. Was the man from my dreams really him? Why didn't he try to kill me this time? Why did he change? I was confused. I got out of my bed. Shuttering as my bare feet touched the cold floor. I walked into the bathroom that connected to my bedroom. I turn on the hot water and walked back into my room and checked my phone. I groaned when it showed the date. It was Saturday so I got up for nothing. I shuffled myself to the tub. Quickly undressing, I settled myself in the hot water. I pulled my hair into a bun and relaxed closed my eyes. 'What are you doing?' The voices were there but weaker than usual. 'He's dangerous'

"Could you just not?" This became a regular thing. I often answered the voices as if they could actually hear me. 'You'll regret it Luce' I rolled my eyes and sat up. I could ignore this.

"You're okay." I whispered to myself.

I wrapped myself in a towel and made my way into my room. I walked to my closet and grabbed my hoodie and a pair of jeans. I quickly put everything on and left the room. I hurried down the stairs and was going for the garage door.

"You don't have school today." My heart jumped out my chest at Mikey's voice. I turned to see him sipping his coffee.

"I know. I'm just going to the field." I said calmly.

"How did you sleep?" He asked me as I had my hand on the doorknob. I turned and looked at him.

"Actually. I slept really good.'' I smiled as I walked out the door. I got in and started up my car and drove the familiar street.

Like always I parked and started walking. The field turned into the meadow I loved so much. I deeply inhale. I couldn't smell that faint honey scent. I found it rather odd. Had he came here again? I moved around and noticed the scent got stronger. I lifted an eyebrow in confusion. I continued inhaling as I moved away from the meadow. As I reached the edge of the woods I stopped. Did I dare go into the very place I visited every night in my sleep. I took a deep breath and pushed forward. Something was pulling me there. Maybe it was the smell. Maybe it was the shadows that danced in my vision. I hadn't seen the shadows in a while. They seemed to lead me. The voices started their usual routine. Telling me to not to go further. The more I walked the louder they seemed to get. I should've took my medicine before I left. I had an uneasy feeling inside of me. Something didn't feel right. I stopped and looked at my surroundings. Something was extremely familiar. The voices had to be screaming at this point. I balled my hair in my fists. It was getting bad. 'LUCIFER!' I turned quickly, pure anger filled me.

"STOP IT!" I screamed out. Tears fell down my cheeks. It was quiet. I opened my eyes only to have them go wide. There it was. A short walking distance away I could see the White House I had seen so many times before. It wouldn't have awed me so much if I'd have ever walked these woods before. But, this was the first time prior to my dreams. I walked almost soulessly towards the house. The closer I got the more I more I could see. It was like an old plantation house. They weren't uncommon here. After all it was Louisiana. I finally step out from the trees and stood in awe of the heaven I never reached before. I walked up the steps of the beautiful white house. I stood before the door on the porch that seemed to wrap around. My mouth hung open as I looked.

"Impossible." I whispered to myself.

"What's impossible." I gasped at the voice that came from behind me. I turned quickly to see Jeff towering over me. I put my hand over my heart. I could've sworn it stopped.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned him still startled. He gave me a weird look.

"I live here. I was out back when I heard a scream and by the time I got here you were staring at my door, crying. Are you okay?" He looked worried.

"I'm fine. Just losing my mind." I said quietly. I wasn't prepared when He pulled me into his arms. Like always that smell of honey soothed me. I just laid my head on his chest as he stroked my hair.

"I told you it'll be okay. I will do anything to make sure it is." I looked up at him. I stayed quiet as his cold fingers wiped the tears from my face.

"You're much too pretty to cry." I gave him a small smile. "I'll walk you back to the meadow. I know the woods can be uneasy by yourself." I nodded as he lead me down the steps. It was silent. Something I was thankful for. No shadows, no voices. Just Jeff and I.

I sat in my room that night. The house was real. Was it a sign. I shook my head. 'You're just crazy. ' I thought to myself. I jumped at the sound of knocking. I looked to my window and got wide eyed when I saw Jeff waving at me. I hurried over and opened it for him. He stepped through in one graceful motion.

"What are you doing here?" I asked surprised. He gave me a little half smile. It made me melt a little ill admit.

"I wanted to see you." I sat down on my bed and he laid out beside me. I looked him over. He was in the white hoodie and black pants again.

"Is that all you wear?" I asked, trying not to sound rude. He chuckled. It sent a shiver down my spine. I'd heard it before.

"I'm pretty much as diverse as you when it comes to wardrobe. " I looked down at my own hoodie and jean combo. I looked around my room then back at him.

"Jeff." I said timidly. His eyes were closed.

"Yes, Lucifer?" His eyes stayed closed.

"Can I tell you something without you thinking I'm anymore insane?" His eyes didn't open.

"Of course." He seemed blissful. I tucked one side of my hair behind my ear.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I've been dreaming about you for weeks now." Eyes popped open and he slowly looked at me.

"What do you mean?" He knew something. I could feel it.

"Well, every night for almost a month now I've had the same dream. You're there. Well, a version of you at least. You always try to kill me. Right before you plunge a knife in my chest you always say the same thing. G-" he cut me off.

"Go to sleep." My breath caught. He sat up and look at me.

"You are the monster from my dreams aren't you?" I got my answer when he hung his head.

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Sorry it's not too long but, I wanted to get the chapter up. I really hope you enjoyed. The next one should be up later today.