She smiled at the boy. She laughed with him. She touched him. They hugged. And she knew I was there, watching. She could feel my presence, I knew, I knew by the way she held her head, the subtle posture change so her body was faced toward me. And yet she flirted like I meant nothing.
This was the third day I had watched her. The third day she had ignored me. She had stayed in groups, getting lifts home from school and sleeping with her window locked and her door bolted. She was never alone and so I did not dare to speak to her. It’s not like any of these things would stop me if I wanted to kill her, but I didn’t. I wanted to love her. And for that, I couldn’t scare her.
She was moving, transferring her weight from one foot to the other and looking around restlessly, agitated and uncomfortable. Finally she said something I didn’t catch and began walking away, her steps quick and her heartbeat hammered pedantically, loud enough for me to hear it even from where I perched, at least fifty meters from her.
I leapt down from the tree and followed her. She ducked into the girls bathroom and an age old mannerism stopped me from following. Instead I leant against the wall next to the door awkwardly, hoping to catch her before she ran back to her friends. Five minutes passed and the door slowly opened. I caught Fred’s scent and pressed myself against the wall as she walked past me. I took hold of her wrist, ignoring her frantic struggling and frenzied heart, I dragged her back behind a nearby classroom. There I pressed her against the wall, my hand covering her mouth.
‘Fred, shush.’ I whispered in her ear, hoping my voice sounded soothing and calm, I gently pressed my lips to her temple and guided her hand to my pocket, closing her hand around my knifes hilt and pulling it out with her. We dropped it to the ground. ‘I’m not going to hurt you.’ I stared at her beseechingly, pressing my forehead against hers and struggling to keep my panic in check. ‘Please do not scream.’ I murmured, ‘I’m going to take my hand away.’ I dropped my hand from her mouth and she remained silent.
I met her calm eyes and sighed. ‘Thank you.’
‘What do you want Jack.’
‘I want to be with you.’ I said to her, ‘I want you to kiss me.’ My mouth nearly dropped open at my forwardness.
Her eyes dropped to my mouth and she bit her lip. ‘Where’s your mask?’
‘Under my floorboards at home.’ I took a deep breath, it was time for my moment of truth. ‘And if you want me or not, my knife and jumper will soon join them.’
She blinked. ‘Why are you doing this?’
‘I want a normal life.’
‘Or are you just saying this to get with me.’ She looked suspicious and rightly so. I bit my lip.
‘Partly, yes. The thought of not being with you… It kills me inside.’ I kissed her softly, knocking aside all my self-doubt, then continued. ‘I don’t want to kill anymore, even if that means giving up my eyesight.’
‘I can’t taste blood.’ She whispered. Her mouth was clean.
‘I haven’t killed anyone since that night.’ I didn’t have to elaborate for her to know which night I meant.
‘We’ve only known each other for a few days.’ She bit her lip. ‘This isn’t Romeo and Juliet, Jack.’
I laughed, partly because what she said was funny, and partly because, I, the murderous cannibalistic killer, understood a reference to Romeo and Juliet.
‘I never said we had to marry each other…’ I smiled at her, brushing her hair away from her bright green eyes. ‘We can start from the beginning, like I’m a normal guy… I’ll have an identity, an apartment, a job… Hell, I might even go to university.’
‘You really want to do this?’ She whispered, searching my face for a trace of doubt or hesitation.
I felt none as I nodded. ‘Yes. I want to be normal.’
‘Oh my god.’ She shrieked, throwing her arms around my neck and I lifted her from the ground, spinning her as she laughed, repeating the proclamation over and over. I put her down and she stared at me. ‘This could actually work.’
I smiled at her and she rested her head against my chest, I hugged her back, listening to her breathing.
‘Hey Jack?’ She murmured
‘Yeah?’
‘You have a heartbeat.’
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A/N: This isn't the end I swear! God, I would never leave it like that. But I kind of want to... That's a sweet ending, innocent... Besides the whole murdering thing... >.<
Nah, this is the end of part 1. Part 2 is written from the point of view of the one and only Anna. Oh and sorry it was so short, this is just because it's a conclusion and there wasn't anything else to really add...
Sorry about all the mistakes, I was kinda rushing. No time to check over it :P
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Fanfiction(Creepypasta) For all those kids who prefer to fangirl over the psychotic romances instead of the bad boy ones. This goes out to you >:3 Jack has never felt this way. About anyone. She is different. She is alive. Her hands are not stained bloody. Bu...
