Never Alone (A Jeff The Killer Novel)

Chapter 8

[This chapter contains alcohol use]

Jeff's POV...

    Hahaha! Oh it was great! I killed him, his father. The familiar taste of blood, the tingle down my spine, and the smell of blood filling my nostrils.

God, I love that smell, the smell of blood, gushing from a victims neck. I made me want to do more, kill more.

The voice filled my head as I left, telling me, demanding that I kill them both.

"Kill them."

No, I can't kill them yet. I have to stick to the plan. But the voice still lingered in my head, chanting the words I so loved.

"Kill. Kill. Kill."

I want to so bad. But if I wait, it will be more fun than I ever imagined.

"Kill them both, now!"

I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to kill something. I ran fast back to my place, on the way searching for anything that breathed, so I could take the life from it, suck the oxygen from its lungs, and inhale the beautiful aroma of warm blood. If I could only wait until nightfall, I could kill anything and everything I wanted. Except Mike.

I finally reached my hidden shack in the woods, breathing heavily. The voice screamed at me.

"Kill something you worthless idiot!  Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill now!!!"

I ran to the cabinet in the corner of the shack and grabbed the strongest bottle of liquor I had. With one thing on my mind, I chugged it, not stopping until it was all gone, loving the burning sensation in my throat. I sat down on my "bed" and let the fast acting alcohol consume me, and drown out the voice in my head. I reached in my jacket and grabbed ahold of my knife, bringing it down on my wrists and drawing blood from myself as I drifted away...

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I woke up and rose from my bed, with a terrible headache. I ran outside and threw up, puking and laughing until my throat was sore. It was dark out, and the moon was new.

It was finally time to kill.