A Killer Love (Jeff the Killer fanfic)

The Change

I want to put a quick disclaimer that this chapter may or may not be a tiny bit graphic. ; )

So Jeff and I hid the bodies somewhere near the treehouse, burried. I'm pretty sure they were dead especially the one I killed, he was dead alright. They deserved it, both of them did and I'm pretty sure Jeff would say the same. I had so much fun to be honest. It was amazing. It was thrilling. It was so how do I say... relaxing and calming like literally I wasn't so stressed out afterwards. I felt so alive. I must kill again.

The feeling of thrusting your blade unto flesh and pushing it in slowly yet forcefully, like a clean cut. The feeling of the blade puncturing muscle, bones, tendons, and vital organs, only to penetrate through the back. Oh, but here's the fun part... the blood spilling out once you yank that blade. The splatter of blood on your face. The taste of iron in your lips. Then raising that blade once more clenching your grip on the handle tught, you stare at your victim in the eyes as you slice their head clean off the body. Yes, that sensation of blade severing a limb. It feels so serene as if you just cut into jello. It's so soothing. Then the fall of the body and knowing that your victim is now dead. The terror still planted in the eyes of the severed head. The feeling of victory, relief, and most of all that yearning feeling as if you've never lived until that moment only making you want more. The adrenaline rushing through your veins. The blood and sweat dripping from your forehead. That feeling. That feeling is what I loved the most.

Anyways, when Jeff and I went up into the treehouse we took a shower, together. We washed each other and we held each other like we were the only two alive. "You did good, my love. I'm proud of you. I saw potential in you and out there proved you had it. I was never wrong about you. You're perfect." Jeff had planted a kiss onto my forehead and smiled big after he said that. I feel so happy. I love where I am right now. I couldn't have asked for anything more.

We went to bed and slept. I had the weirdest dream of my life. It was Jeff and I hand in hand at our wedding covered in blood from head to toe, and under our very feet was a pile of bodies. In my free hand clutched my sword and in Jeff's was his knife. I woke up. It felt so real. What do I tell Jeff? All of the sudden I get a weird feeling. I get an excruciating pain, I have no choice but to scream. It hurts so much. Jeff wakes up terrified. I arch my back in pain. Then I black out.