Killing Me Slowly (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 27: My Monster

Hey guys! MASSIVE smut warning so if you're not into that kind of stuff, then well... I dunno. Don't read, I guess? I'm not gunna tell you what to do, but just know, you've been warned.

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When I woke, it was still dark out. The festivities were still going on outside, but in the room, it was silent. I squinted at the bedside clock, it reading 3 am.

"Jeff...?" I rasped, feeling beside me. The bed was empty and all of the lights were off. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, rubbing my eyes.

"Hello?" I bent down to turn on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a soft, orange glow. There was no sign of him. I checked the washroom and he wasn't there either.

Okay, don't panic. I inhaled through my nose slowly, and exhaled through my mouth. He probably just stepped out to look around. He was on edge before when we were in the streets, so that's probably what he did.

I nodded as if to reassure myself and started stripping down, deciding that a shower would be a good way to take my mind off of my worry.

I went back into the bathroom and flicked on the lights, not looking in the mirror as I walked toward the standing glass shower in the corner of the room. I didn't need to know I looked awful, I had a good enough idea. What with my jagged hair and all. I grabbed the prepared shampoo, conditioner, and soaps that the hotel left out, coming to the conclusion that a cold shower would definitely be more distracting than a warm one.

I opened the door and stepped in, turning on the water to the coldest setting and shivered as the water cascaded down my body. The toiletries that the hotel provided smelled strongly of lavender and some other spice I couldn't put a name to.

I finished up quicker than intended, turning off the water and stepping out. I grabbed a towel off of the rack beside the shower and began to pat down my body when I heard the door to the room open and then close again.

I quickly wrapped the towel around myself and left the bathroom, seeing Jeff standing in the middle of the room. He was covered head to toe in blood.

"Oh my God." I whispered, leaning against the doorframe, my hand covering my mouth. His blood? No. I didn't see any wounds on him. Then.. Who's?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" His voice sent a chill down my spine. I knew that voice all too well.

"Where were you...?" My voice wavered slightly and I hoped he didn't notice. He didn't answer for the longest time, just walked over to the bedside lamp and switched it off.

"Out." Was all he said, turning to face me as he ran a bloody hand through his hair. I swallowed when I saw his eyes, his pupils so dilated that the irises looked black.

"How many?" I asked as I took a step closer, a hand clutching the towel around me. We both knew I was talking about the number of people he had no doubt brutally murdered.

His eyes raked over my body slowly, hungrily, and I watched the insanity grow in his stare the longer he looked.
"Four... Five... Maybe six, I don't remember." He started to advance on me but I didn't back away.

I shuddered and was reminded of the side of him that was a monster. The side that took pleasure in inflicting pain on others... In killing them.