Killers Can't Love (A Jeff The Killer Romance)

Chapter One: The Girl

Jeff
         

            I had just come back fom a late night kill. Some douche-bag that was super drunk. He had no idea what hit him. He was a pretty loud screamer, though. Especially for a dude. God, I love it when they scream. Anyway, I was on my way home when I heard something. Someone was crying, but it usually didn't matter to me. However, this wasn't any ordinary cry. It was a regret cry, these I know pretty well since I have them every other day. But some girl was crying, and, without thinking, I approached her slowly. I didn't see much of her since her face was covered by her hands, but there was something about her, I just couldn't put my finger on it. I looked at her, and then at the body in front of her. He was brutally mutilated. His face was so distorted, you could just barely make out his features. His gut s were spilling out of his stomach and he was laying in a pool of his own blood. I was impressed with her work. "Nice job," I said, "Who was he?" The girl looked up at me, but she didn't seem afraid. She was beautiful. She had chocolate brown eyes and tan skin. Her hair went down a little past her shoulders and was dark brown with natural light brown high-lights. Her face was tear stained, like she'd been crying for a couple of hours. "Um, well, he was my ex-boyfriend," she replied,"And he went to far tonight, so...I killed him." I smiled(well technically I was already smiling). She looked down. "I have never felt so guilty in all my life. I wish I hadn't done it." I sat down next to her. "Look," I said," It was either you or him, so I think your gonna be just fine. I'm Jeff, by the way." "Tess." She said.  She seemed like a sweet girl. I can't imagine what this guy must've done to get mad enough to kill him. May be she's like me, I thought, Maybe she's mentally unstable also. "So Tess, would you like to tell me why you killed him?" I asked. "Well," she began, wiping tears off of her face,"I was walking home from work and I ran into him. We started talking and he asked me if I wanted a ride home. I said no, since he was a total prick. I started to walk away, when he grabbed my arm and said to me,'You really think I'm gonna let you go that easily? How stupid can you get?' Then he dragged me to a back alley and tryed to rape me. Luckily, he wasn't so successful. I kicked him in the balls and ran away. When he regained the ability to stand, he ran after me. He caught up to me and tackled me to the ground. I tried to get him off of me, but he wouldn't budge. I grabbed behind me and reached for any thing I could hit him with. My hand eventually fond a broken pipe and I smashed him in the head with it repeatedly. Well, once I started, I couldn't stop. I then grabbed my pocket knife ang cut him open, removing all his organs. I felt relief and joy after I finished. But the feeling didn't last for very long. After I realized what I had just done, I felt regret and fell to my knees. I don't know what to do. I'm scared." She started crying again. I heard sirens and knew someone must've called the cops. "We need to run." I said. She wouldn't get up, so I ended up carrying her home with me. I'm gonna get so much shit for this.