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

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Juliet POV

"Privacy, please?"

I was trying to get Jeff to go in the bathroom or something so I could pick out something to where. He sat on my bed, staring at the ceiling.

Pretty please?" I asked in a sarcastically sweet voice. Jeff mumbled something about stupid females, and walked into my bathroom. The door shut behind him. I opened in my closet, looking for something comfortable, like sweat pants. Finding some yoga pants and a t-shirt, I changed from my work clothes into the comfortable clothes. Jeff opened the bathroom door as soon as I pulled my shirt over my head. How does he do that? He frowned at me. My hands flew to to my hair, did I look too weird? Why do I care what he thinks?

"Uhm, I think we're going to a fancy place, and you probably don't need to bring attention to yourself" he said, looking at me. I spun around, facing away from him as I rifled through my clothes. The nicest dress I had was black, from my Dad's funeral. The dress was black velvet, the wide skirt reaching my ankles, and was strapless. I had grown a little in the past few months, so it was probably skintight now. Holding out the hanger the dress hung from, I showed it to Jeff. He said nothing, just stared at the dress. I walked into the bathroom, shutting the door, then removed my outer clothing. I put the dress on. It still fit, a bit snug, and it showed off my curves, but it still fit. With nothing to do with my hair, I pulled it into a long ponytail.

"You know, I don't see why I have to dress up when you don't" I said through the closed door as I zipped on the dress. I heard a chuckle and mumbling through the door, and tried to remembered why I was doing this. Because your insane, and hungry. A smile spread across my face and I opened the bathroom door. Jeff sucked in a breath, staring at me. His huge eyes seemed to get bigger somehow, then his cheeks got a pink color to them. I giggled, my own cheeks turning red, and walked to my closet. I grabbed my converse sneakers and a pair of socks, then sat on my bed and put the on. Jeff watched me intently, his eyes large and continuously staring.

"Let's go, and we're going because you have no food and I'm hungry." he blurted. He grabbed my hand and half dragged me down the stairs. He opened the door got the drivers seat and crawled across into the passenger seat like a spider.

"Your a weirdo" I said as I sat in the car, turning the ignition. Jeff pointed to random roads as I drove, and said random stuff.

"You know your almost as crazy as me?"

"Cats have a lot of blood."

"those children are going to die."

"I want you paint me."

"Can you please shut up?" I asked with a huff. My head swam with random things he said. Jeff swore under his breath then slouched in the seat, arms crossed defensively over his chest.

"Bitch."

"Child."

"That place!" he yelled, pointing to a restaurant. I pulled into the crowded parking lot and shut the car off. Jerk pulled up his hood and stepped out of the car. He pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his hoodie pocket, and lit a cigarette. I got out of the car and walked to his side, watching him take a drag. He blew a smoke ring in my face, then laughed as I coughed. For several quite minutes he smoked and I looked at stars, looking at the only constellation I knew. I found the big dipper.

Jeff flicked his cigarette butt onto the ground, the walked into the restaurant without a word. I half jogged to catch up with him. We walked into the restaurant, and I saw it was really freaking nice. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, an actual little band in tuxedoes played classical music, and all the diners were dressed in extremely fancy clothing. Jeff and I stood at a counter, waiting to get a table. A woman behind the counter looked at me and smiled, but gave Jeff's quizzical look. I suddenly remembered I had no cash on me, we were screwed. But Jeff spoke quietly to the woman, handing her a twenty dollar bill and pointed to a small table in a dark corner. The woman took the money and smiled a huge fake smile. She happily lead us to the back of the restaurant to the dark corner table. Jeff sat in the chair pressed against the dark wall, and took off his hood. The dim light shaded his face mostly. He watched me intently again as I sat down in the cushioned chair. His eyes never left my face. His mouth twitched into his telltale smile. When a different woman approached our table, Jeff quickly put out his cigarette on the table and flicked it on the floor. The waitress was obvious to the cigarette, She smiled a fake smile and sat two menus in front of us.

"Hello, I'm Emily and I'll be your server tonight. Would you like some water while you order?" The server asked with false cheer. I shook my head, Jeff did the same. The server walked away. I opened the menu, skimming the food. A scene from the movie, Lady and the Tramp popped in my head, and I looked at the spaghetti options.

"What are you thinking?" Jeff asked. My face free warm as I considered how Jeff would react to my thoughts. He looked at me, curiously. "Well?"

"I don't have to tell you...." I said, my voice trailing off. My cheeks turned red, again. Jeff leaned closer, his warm breath on my face. He was inches from my face.

"You know what I do when I get angry?" He asks darkly. His faces is so close. I shake my head slightly, clueless. "I kill." The two words were spoken softly, but reeking if malice. I leaned as far away as I could in my chair. Jeff instantly looked sorry. "I.....er.....……" he was cut off by the return of the server.

"Are you ready to order?" she asked.

"Yes" I said too quickly. We ordered our food, Jeff ordered some fancy steak, and drinks. Jeff smoked another cigarette, looking sheepish, and I stared at a salt shaker for a while. A bored sigh escaped my lips, Jeff chuckled softly. I found myself thinking about what he had said seriously.

"So you killed after you were at my house last time" I said, barely audible. Jeff nodded and shrugged, seeming annoyed.

"Yes" he finally said. All color drained from my face. My head swam, I felt tired and furious. I swore aloud as blackness surrounded me.

"Juliet? Are you alright...........damn it!" My eyelids fluttered. Shifting, I found myself in Jeff's arms. Several unfamiliar faces surrounded me, workers. My head was cradled in the crook of his arm, he stared down at me, hood over his head. "You alright?" he asked nervously. I rubbed my forehead, nodding. Why am I such a klutz?

"Yeah...I think I was just....er...dehydrated" I said. A glass of water was shoved in my hand by a server. I took a gulp and sat up.

"I'm glad your alright Miss, if you need anything, anything, my coworkers and I shall assist you" a plump manager said. I nodded and waited for Jeff to get out of my chair. He returned to his chair in the corner and our food was served. My face burned red with embarrassment. I stared at my plate, not looking Jeff in the eye. I could feel his stare boring into my face. His pale hand suddenly grabbed mine. Jeff stared at me, his other hand stroked my cheek. My face grew redder.

"Your a coward" he said tenderly. My face only seemed to get redder. "Tell me why you dropped out of school" he added randomly. He dropped his hands, and stared at me.

"Because I hated it" I said. Jeff laughed, and took a sip from his cup of coffee. He began asking me random stuff, my favorite color, movies I had liked, what I wanted to do with my life, if I ever had any pets as a kid. I answered the questions, and Jeff laughed at silly things that had happened to me. He began talking then, telling me about his early childhood. Jeff told me that he had been a smart kid, athletic, normal. He never told me anything farther than him turning fourteen. I began to wonder how old he was. When I asked him, he chuckled and admitted to twenty five. I was surprised, his freakish face told me nothing about his age.

After we finished, Jeff paid for our meal and we walked to the car, shoulders almost touching. The night air was cool, goosebumps covered my bare arms. Stupid dress. Jeff noticed, and sheepishly offered me his hoodie. The dingy white hoodie had worn blood splatters, dried and cracked. The hoodie smelled bad, Jeff smelled bad, as though he hasn't showered in months. I'm not squeamish, but the idea of wearing the dingy hoodie repulsed me. Before I could decline, he was unzipping his hoodie and taking it off. Under his hoodie he wore a black sleeveless shirt. He put the jacket over my shoulders, and the rusty, body odor smell surrounded me. I wrinkled my nose, stifling a gag, Jeff turned red. He frowned, looking angry. I remembered what he said about anger. Shoot!

"Am I too disgusting for you?" he growled. That hurt.

"Your the one stalking me!" I pointed out. Jeff sprinted off, running faster than a normal person. I watched a silver blade flick from his pocket, then panicked.

"Jeff! I"m sorry!" I yelled. Tears welled in my eyes. Someone would die because of me tonight.