Heart Shaped Blood Stains (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 10.

(^ that awkward moment when you're actually your character... & yes, dat is me and my kitteh.)

- chapter 10 -

| Kate's POV |

I heard the rustling of a doorknob as I opened my eyes. I was still lying on top of Kyle; he and Weebles still in a peaceful slumber.

The house was dark. Feeble light was descending from the full, silver moon outside. The air was full of mist. I watch as it dances in the breeze.

I sit up and rub my eyes, my mind still pondering about the doorknob that I had heard lurching. Was I imagining it?

Just as I was about to lie back down in the comforts of my two favorite people, a dark shadow darts across the window. That was enough to bring out my immediate reaction: Crying.

I stand up and take ina shaky breath before bending down to kiss the heads of Kyle and Weebles. I was selfish to come here; to draw these negative beings to my loved ones. How did I think I would be safe? How could I be so stupid?

I turn and face the windows where I had seen the figure. Nothing was there, but still, I knew I was in the presence of Jeff the Killer. I had nothing more to do, but to search for him. I had hopes of luring him away from my house, to keep Kyle safe, and to risk myself before innocent others. After all, this is my fault.

As I step through the living room and into the dining room, I could not hear anything but my pounding heart. It was as if it were ringing in my ears, warning me. My mind was practically screaming at me, telling me to run, to forget it all; to save myself. But my mind is much too selfish. I continue my search for him.

And right as my feet reach the tiling of the kitchen, my heart drops into the pit of my stomach as I find him. Stannding. Watching. Smiling.

"Hello again, Kate." he says tauntingly. I hold back sobs and cries as I was taken into paralyzation. All it seemed like I could move were my eyes, which I made sure wouldn't make contact with his. I stare down at the ground as I heard him step closer.

"Look at me, Kate." he says darkly, taking the knifes blade and putting it under my chin, raising my gaze to meet his evil eyes.

"Are you ready to go to sleep?" he chuckles with a sinister grin.

My stomach turns.

I can't let him do this. I had to put up a fight; no way would he get away with killing me with no battle. My first thought of distraction was to kiss him, but I chickened out horribly, and ended up smacking his wrist, sending the knife flying in the air and landing on the ground with a clang.

He looks to the knife, then to me. "You shouldn't have done that, Kate." he growls, stepping even closer, making me back up in return.

He then starts chuckling like a mad man, and gets in my face. So close, that his warm breath was fanning my nose and lips. "Oh well. You don't need that knife to go to sleep anyways." He takes his cold hand and wraps it around my throat, making me flinch and panic. I had nothing else to do. He had be cornered, about to suffocate the life out of me, and I haven't done the last option yet.

Without any further thinking, I reach a hand up to his cheek, and pull him in to a kiss.

At first he stiffened, his muscles tensed up so tightly, but as I held our touch, he relaxes, and I feel his hand grab onto my waist. I wasn't expecting that to wortk, and I felt ridiculous that I hadn't done it in the first place. Relief was starting to shower over me. Maybe I could save myself, and Kyle, and even Weebles!

Jeff jerks back, and looks at me, his gaze even more hateful than before. "oh, silly Kate. You thought that would actually work." he teases. "Soon you'll be like me, and you won't have any feelings."