The Never Lasting smile (Jeff The Killer Love Story)

Chapter One

Authors Note: This is just another cute cheesy love story, so if that's not what you're looking for than I'm sorry.
Also, the
Photo provided is a photo of what the character Elaine looks like

Elaine's  P.O.V.

   I hate to be cliche, but I've been thinking about ending it all. Everything just seems so pointless, so without purpose, that it drives me insane. I sigh, as I get up and walk over to my bed. Maybe tomorrow I'll finally end my useless life.

     As I lie in bed, I feel strange. Almost as though I'm not alone in my room. I shrug off the feeling and close my eyes, but they don't stay closed for long. I can't shake that feeling. I sit up, as a cold breeze enters my room, stirring my black curtains.  I get up to close my window, then return to my bed. As I turn around, I am met with a frightening sight. It's a man, maybe only a year two older than me. He has white skin, and it looks like if you touch it, it would feel like leather. He also had blue eyes. To be honest, they were beautiful. They really were. But the fact that this man had no eyelids took away that beauty and replaced it with a feeling of sickness. Then I noticed his smile. It tore open his face from his lips to his ears, leaving him with a permanent smile dripping blood like a newly opened wound.

"What do you want from me?" I ask the man in a monotone voice. I didn't bother to pretend and be scared. And why should I? If he wants to kill me I say go for it. He looks surprised  by my sudden outburst.

"Well, I'm here to help you....GO TO SLEEP!!!" Then the man lunged at me with a knife he pulled out of no where.

My heart rate goes up as I wait for death to come. But it never came. I open my eyes, and look at the man. He looks genuinely confused.

"Why-why aren't you scared of me? You're not going to try and save yourself?" The man asks in complete confusion.

"Well, I'm happy to die, so why would I try and save a life I don't want?" I reply. Suddenly, he smirks. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Well then....I have an idea. You see, if you don't treasure your life what's the point in trying to kill you? So I'm going to teach you just how much your life really means. Sooner or later, you will realize, you don't want to die.  And when that happens, I'll make sure to be here, so I can witness your final breath," the man gets up, and walks over towards the window.

"I'll see you around girl," and with that, he disappeared.

I sit on my bed, thinking about what just happened. He didn't kill me. Not because he liked me, but because he realized he would get no pleasure killing someone that was begging for death. But what did he mean when he told me he was going to help me learn to treasure me life? What could he possibly do that would make me want to live? I just sigh, before returning to a peaceful slumber. I'll just think about all this in the morning.

     It's been about three weeks sense that man came to my house that faithful night. Ever sense then, he has been visiting every other night. He wouldn't threaten me, we would just talk about what ever came to mind. He introduced himself as Jeff. I find myself slowly looking forward to his visits.

     Ever sense we became 'friends', life has been more bearable, the bullies are still there, but I keep my head held up high, because I can hear Jeff's words in my ears. If there isn't anyone there to save you, then you get up and save yourself. The way he talks about bullies makes me feel like he has had personal experience with bullies.

     I am always meaning to ask, but I feel like he will tell me when he is ready. Sometimes I think to myself, does he really care? Or is all of this just some twisted way to make you think you have people in your life who care. I honestly don't know. But at the moment, I don't care. Even after all this time, I still don't quite get why he didn't kill me, It just doesn't add up....

Jeff's  P.O.V.

     Why didn't I kill her? Because I wanted to make her suffer. I'm on my way home from a killing spree, and now my blood is boiling with blood lust. As I make my way to the woods, I start to wonder about what Slendy will say. He said he wants me to tell him when I am going to kill the girl. Elaine I think her name was. Oh well.  I walk threw the front door of the big manor in the woods. It's only me, slendy, BEN, and Sally living here. Everyone else is either dead, or joined Zalgo's army. A bunch of traitors they are. I sigh, and head to my bed room. I sit on my bed and look out my window.

     This is going to sound crazy, but I wish I wasn't here. Even though I'm supposed to be a cold, heartless killer, I regret killing one person. His name was Liu, and he was my little brother. I wish I could see him again, if not in life then in death. But I can't die. I don't know why, and believe me, I've tried. But I just can't seem to die.

     I take off my hoodie, leaving me in a short sleeve black shirt, I glance at my wrists. Years of self hate and regret can cause a lot of scars. I stopped a couple weeks ago, and haven't cut sense, it might be because every time I try, BEN always shows up, and I don't want him to worry. He is my best friend after all.

I get up, and head to Slendermans office. I knock on the door, and when I hear him say to come in, I head on in.

"Child, what is it you need?" He says, even though he has no mouth.

"Well, I was just letting you know that I am going to kill the girl. I can't stand that brat and I can't wait to feel her blood on my hands, " suddenly, out of nowhere, Slendermans 'tentacles' come out of nowhere, and wrap themselves around my arms and legs. He holds me upside down, and squeezes them tightly. I let out a yelp from the pain and turn my head to glare at him.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" I yell through closed teeth.

He says nothing, but places a tentacle around my waist and squeezes again. This time, I can feel my ribs cracking, and I feel tears form in my eyes, but I can't help it.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

     I'm honestly scared about what he's doing. He uses his hand, and pulled a syringe out of his pocket. I panicked, and try to get away, but it proves a futile attempt.  Only God knows what is about to happen now. He stabs the needle into my neck, and the liquid pools into my blood stream. Nothing happens. With one last final breath taking, bone cracking, squeeze, he drops me on the floor. I stood up, struggling to catch my breath. I look at him with eyes filled with hate.

"What the HELL are you doing?!?! " I yell.

     He slowly backs away, after noticing how mad I am. I truthfully believe that if Slenderman is scared of one thing, it's me.

"Well, you see, I can't let you kill the girl. I've been looking for a new specimen so I can study how humans think, and I think Elaine is perfect. That liquid I injected, is to prevent you from hurting her. If you try to harm her, or even think about harming her, you will regret it. That is all."

      He quickly teleports away, before my knife can decapitate him. I sigh, and walk into the living room. I sit down on the couch watching BEN play his dumb video games. Like hell I'm going to not kill her. I can already imagine all the ways I'm going to make her suffer before I end that stupid brats life. As I continue to imagine how I'm going to kill her, a buzzing starts in my head. It gets louder, and it is really starting to hurt. I gasp, and grab my head, falling off the couch, screaming. Soon, the pain fades, as everything around me goes black.