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

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Phoenix POV

"Are you OK, Phoe?" my mother asked me as I wearily made my way to the table for breakfast. I nodded and yawned.

"Josie and Den decided to wake me up at 7 fricking 30 in the fricking morning... on a Saturday... AGAIN!" I glared at them, and they snickered.

"Well, today we are going register at your new middle school, East Shore. I hear they have good people there that are like you!" she beamed, and I thought to myself.

'Right... they have kids there that also have psychotic killers after them,' I sighed as I thought. Most likely, they didn't. Great! Just my luck...

"So, what's this school like?" I asked, taking a bite out of my toast. Mom and Dad looked at each other.

"They're... interesting..." Dad said, and I sighed.

"Interesting isn't a good enough description, Dad. I need a lot more. Age? Looks? Persona?" I tapped my flame patterned fingernails on the table impatiently as they stayed in silence for, well, an eternity.

"I don't know. You'll have to find out." Mom finally said. I sighed and nodded.

"Mom, Dad. I have to talk to the family about something..." I sat in my chair, uncomfortable.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Mom grabbed my hand, and I only felt a little less frightened.

"Um... Some people have been... visiting me... My first visit was last night, and then again this morning." Mom looked at me, concerned, probably for my mental well-being.

"Well, what do they look like?" she finally asked. I sighed and covered my face.

"Well, the first one... he has.... very messy, black hair that goes to his shoulders, and he.. he doesn't have any eyelids. His skin is paper white, too. When I saw him, he was wearing a white hoodie, black pants and ankle length combat boots. His.. h-his mouth... it was cut into a literal ear to ear grin... He was intimidating, Mama." I haven't called my mother that in a while. I only say it when I'm truly scared. Mom noticed.

"What did the other one look like?" she squeezed my hand, and I tried to recall what the other one looked like.

"He also had messy black hair. His eyes were black as well... It was kind of like he had mascara on, because his eyes were black, and then, there were black smears that made him look like a 'coon... He had... really sharp teeth, like, it could tear apart a steel bar if he even tried!" I took a deep, shuddery breath, and I continued.

"His clothes were... black and white, and he had... feathers on the shoulder of his shirt, which was also bandaged at his waist. He wore suspender-like pants and boots, as well. He had... long claws and his hands were bandaged, like fingerless gloves.

"What really scared me, though," I finished. "Was that... the one with the cut smile had... a knife. They were going to kill me." My eyes were wide and I was slightly shaking. Mom, Dad, Joselyn and Denny looked at me, then burst into a chorus of laughs. My jaw dropped.

"Nice story, Phoe!" little Denny giggled. "You almost had us convinced for a moment! But it was just a silly story!" He clapped. "You can put me to sleep now!" I scowled.

"I'm serious!" I whined, tapping my fingernails quickly.

"Of course you were, Phoe," Joselyn laughed. I huffed and walked down to my room, hearing my mom yell out "I'll call you when it's time to leave!" I nodded and sat on my bed after closing my door. I sighed.

"Phoeeeeeeniiiiiiiix," an eerie voice whispered. "Come and play with me!" I looked up from my hands to see a teddy bear. 'Weird, that wasn't there before...' I thought, kneeling down and going to grab it. I heard a child cackle, and I looked up to see a brown haired girl with green eyes dropping from the ceiling. I screamed and moved out of the way super quickly. She grinned and waved.