Killers Are Such Turn Off's (A Jeff the Killer Romance/BWWM)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

I limped into the shower, my body was completely exhausted, not to mention covered in Jane's blood.

The spirit must've went all out and exerted too much of my body's own energy.

'Yeah taking off her head like that, must've been exhausting!' Sally had mused earlier, as we all sat in the living room and the group had explained, really vividly, how I took Jane's head off.

I turned the water on, disgusted and feeling rather guilty. The killer didn't stand a chance.

As the water heated up, I couldn't help but think about Jane, wondering if she'd be okay. It's not everyday you get your head ripped off.

But I did remember Ben telling me, that once he found her head, he could just reattach it to her body and she'd eventually come back.

'Real reassuring,' I had thought, as I thought about that if I got ripped apart, they would just put me back together too.

I washed off the blood starting with my neck then worked my way down, the water was calming but it wasn't masking the voices.

They had seemed to have gotten louder since the fight.

Chanting stuff like, 'Kill her, kill him, decapitate, maim, pulverize...'

The list went on and honestly I was tired of it, I wanted to take my own head off.

Once I was done and felt clean, despite the feeling of blood previously sticking to my skin, I climbed out and wrapped myself in a towel.

But that's when it caught up.

My body collapsed on the toilet lid, and abrupt sobs wracked my body, seemingly out of nowhere.

I sat there, head in my hands, my curls falling over my face, as I sobbed loudly. The guilt had caught up and it was surprisingly heartbreaking.

It wasn't that I felt guilty for almost killing Jane, I felt guilty for almost killing someone.

I heard a knock on the door, then someone rushed in and ran over to me, kneeling in front of me.

I looked up and saw Jeff, concern written all over his face, as he tried to figure out why I was crying.

I barely knew myself, honestly.

Before I knew it, he picked me up off the toilet lid, carried me out of the bathroom, and laid down on the bed with me.

I sobbed into his hoodie, my hair and body still wet, but that didn't seem to bother him.

"Jazmin....why...?" Jeff asked softly as he held me, and all I could do was tighten my grip on his hoodie.

"Jazmin...please..." he pleaded, wrapping his arms around me.

"The w-whispers...the g-guilt," I choked out through sobs and he nodded in understanding.

"Listen look at me," he said as he lifted my face up and made me stare at his mutilated, chalky, scarred face. But it no longer seemed to bother me. It was familiar, as weird as that sounds.

I sniffled and did as told, and he whispered, "Just focus on me."

And that was when he leaned forward and kissed me. Full on. And it didn't at all feel like I was kissing a mouth that was cut open, lips stretched, and a face that was burned horrendously.

I turned around fully in his lap and threaded my hands in his hair, and it didn't feel burned and greasy, it felt soft and silky.

Confused, I forced myself to open my eyes and jumped away.

The man who was sitting in front of me wasn't Jeff the Killer, it was a human one.

Around nineteen or twenty, no burns, no scars, no pale flesh, and his hair was the deepest brown I had ever seen. I stared in complete awe, sadness and guilt completely forgotten. He was completely human, and surprisingly hot.

Jeff chuckled at my expression, then sat up and stretched, running a had through his hair, "Been a long time since this happened..."

"W-what?" I asked, completely confused and thrown off, I'm pretty sure the mutilated and scarred Jeff was the one who had kissed me.

"Yeah... forgot to tell you. When Creepypastas kiss someone, or have sex," he paused and smirked, then continued, "We usually turn back to the way we were before we got changed."

"So how long does it last...?" I asked, staring at him, and his hands, his whole body seemed human too.

And my partially naked except for a towel, body felt particularly tingly too.

Jeff shrugged then muttered with a smirk, "Kiss me again and it'll last as long as you want."