The Song of a Killer (Jeff the Killer fanfic)

Chapter 5

I awoke the next morning due to a faint snoring sound that was directly next to my ear. I quickly opened my eyes and looked up. There was Jeff. His arms were wrapped tightly around me and his never-closing eyes were staring straight at the wall behind me. His black hair was spread out on the pillow his head was resting on. I was completely shocked to see him next to me and holding me, but the one thing that surprised me the most, however, was the fact that I was pressed against him closely.

I stared up at him, not knowing what to do. Thoughts ran through my mind constantly, and not one seemed to stick, much less make sense. I took a small breath and held it, then I lied my head down on his chest and let him hold me. "He seems so peaceful for once," I thought, "I guess I shouldn't ruin this moment for him." As soon as I started to shut my eyes, Jeff stirred and suddenly shoved me off of my bed. I was hit with enough force that my body was slammed against the wall behind me, popping my back, then I hit the floor with a thud. Jeff pounced on top of me, knife in hand, and pressed it against my throat. His black eyes glistened and he was grinning ear to ear. Literally.

"J-Jeff! Get the hell off!" I shouted.

Jeff's eyes quickly faded back to his normal dull shade of black and he dropped the knife to the floor, barely missing my face. He grunted and sighed. "S-sorry, Melody," he muttered as he stood up and picked his knife up from the floor, jamming it into his pocket.

I stared at him with wide eyes and felt something warm run down my face. I wiped my cheek with the back of my hand and looked at it. Water? No, tears, again. I'm so tired of crying for and in front of this beast!

I got up and glared at him, then stormed out of my room and down stairs to the kitchen. I had never seen him act like that before! Correction, he has acted like that in front of me before, but his eyes never glistened when it happened, nor has he ever attacked me with such force. Sure, he had held a knife to my throat the first time we met, but that was different.

I heard Jeff following me, due to the creaking of the floorboards and the wooden stairs. Ignoring him, I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out some eggs and milk. I carefully set them on the counter and proceeded to get out the cooking utensils I needed. Jeff watched me the entire time, not saying a word. I started to become agitated and jerked my head toward him. "What do you want?" I snapped at the pale monster.

He smirked a little and muttered, "I just want to know what you're thinking."

I dropped what I was doing and groaned. "What I'm thinking?"

"Yes. I just attacked you and you haven't said a word about it!"

"Because I just don't even care anymore."

"Melody, how old are you?"

"Seventeen."

Jeff started to cackle hysterically. "Then of course you still care! I saw the fear in your eyes! All teenagers care about their lives. I remember I used to before I became who I am today."

"Whatever, I don't care about my life...not anymore at least. And how old are you, exactly?" I spat.

"Nineteen."

I rolled my eyes and picked up the bowl and whisk I had dropped into the sink. I cracked the eggs and poured the milk into the bowl and began to mix them together viciously. I started to laugh a little and finally replied to Jeff's statement of his age.

"Nineteen? You're only two years older! That doesn't mean anything!"

"I am two years older, therefore I am two years wiser," the man mused maliciously.