What's Better Than Fire? Blood. (Jeff The Killer romance)

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Phoenix POV

I stared up at the high ceiling. Bored out of my MIND! Cause I was supposed to be sleeping. I sighed and covered my face for a few seconds before closing my eyes for a few minutes. 1...2...3.... Ok this counting stuff does not work at all.... It only makes me mad...

CCCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKK

I froze, not moving, breathing or blinking. I just listened to what was going on.

"No, LJ you have to be quiet. She's sleeping!" A husky, raspy voice said.

"But Jeff," the man, who I presumed to be LJ was, whined a little loudly, and I refused the urge to cover my ears and curse them out. "How are we going to ki-"

"LJ!" hissed who I now thought to be Jeff. "Keep it down. What if she wakes up? Then our hunt will be ruined." I heard a dog whine and nudge my hand, which was now hanging off of my bed. I closed my eyes quickly so they wouldn't notice I was actually awake.

"Ah, yes. She's the pretty one," I heard the LJ one say, and something stroked my face. I so badly wanted to open my eyes. Suddenly, something blew in my face. I sneezed and shook my head. Opening my eyes, nothing was there... Hm.......

Something moved in the corner of my eye, and I jerked my head that way. "Who's there?" I called quietly, grabbing my glasses and pushing them onto the bridge of my nose. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I stood up and walked away from the comfort of my quilt.

It all happened so fast. One minute, I was heading for the shadows, where I saw something poking out of the shadows - it was black and white - and then the next minute, I was in a headlock, sort of, with a knife to my neck. I couldn't move or speak, for fear of dying.

"Sh..." a voice said as I tried to struggle. "Don't struggle. Just... Go. To. Sleep." The knife dug deeper.

"In your crazy dreams," I retorted, my left leg kicking back and up. I smirked as I heard a grunt and a loud crunch, knowing I hit his weak spot.

"Why you little-," I was pushed forward into a hard surface. I looked to see clothes. Hm... when did the walls start wearing clothes? I looked up to see... a clown! I. Hate. Clowns. I backed away, and the... the thing grinned.

"Pretty girl," he said, and he had an evil tone to it. My eyes widened and I backed up more. Right into someone else's arms.

"Go. To. SLEEP!" he growled, and I almost screamed, if it weren't for the clawed clown holding a hand over my mouth, so now I was immobilized, about to die, and I couldn't scream for help. I closed my eyes for who knows how long, before I heard soft, yet stern arguing.

"Kill her, Jeff."

"I can't, LJ!" He replied. I opened one eye to see that I wasn't immobilized any longer, but my mouth was still being held. The two, which I could see clearly, were arguing. Apparently it was a doozy cause it involved a lot of gesturing.

Now that I could see them clearly, and they weren't in the shadowy night, I could also see this Jeff fellow clearly. Now I kind of wished that I was in the shadows again. I gulped as I took in his... rather interesting appearance.

His had dark brown, maybe black hair, and it was really messy, like he had never combed it. At all. Ever. In his life. His bangs hung in his eyes, well, more to the side, but they hung over them none-the-less. His eyes, well, he had no eyelids. So he wasn't blinking. At all. So he was always awake. I shuddered at the thought of someone going through that. The pupils, which held the color of his large eyes, were black. A deeper black than night. They had no end. I shook as I slowed my gaze at his mouth.

Cut. Blood. Smiling. It reminded me of something. But what was it? I don't remember... but I do at the same time. It unnerved me. It was a normal mouth from the middle to where the corner of the mouth should be and where it would normally be, but now it was just cut all the way to a literal ear to ear grin. Blood dotted the corners of the cuts, and they were dripping down his jaw bone. I shuddered badly, and I forced myself to look at his clothes.

Torn and tattered, his once white hoodie was now covered with blood and dirt. So were his black pants. My vision got a little blurry at the sight, mostly because I hate seeing that much blood. His black boots, which were caked with mud and dirt, grime and blood as well, only reached above his ankles before they stopped.

"LJ! This is final." Jeff said, his grin turning into a scowling smirk kind of look.

"Jeff. Either kill the girl or we go hunting tomorrow."

"Um..." I tried to speak, but it was super muffled by the clown's hand. They both looked at me, shocked that I actually spoke for the first time since they appeared. "If you wanna discuss this, I'll just-" I went to leave, but faster than you could say escape twice, I was already back in the earlier position, only this time, Jeff had wrapped one leg around mine so I wouldn't kick him in his weak spot again.

"Oh, but Phoenix," the way he said my name made my heart pound. It sounded so... cold... evil, too. "If we let you go, then we wouldn't be satisfied, now would we?"

"Oh please..." I tried to move, but I could feel him push the dagger into my neck farther, basically forcing me to not move my body at all. My voice came out raspy for the next few words. "I'm not your drug." I heard him cackle darkly.

"Oh, my prey. Yes you are..." in a flash, both of them were gone. Back to hiding. And yet, I don't know where they went. I sighed, looking around. Realizing it was finally safe, I crawled into my bed. Covering up my neck, I looked around for any more signs of the killers, then sank into a restless, uneasy sleep.