The Stoneson Family (Jeff The Killer x Samantha Stoneson)

Chapter 17

Samantha's Point Of View

I got up and walked downstairs. I grabbed the nearest kitchen knife and gazed at it. I put my finger on the tip and sighed. I gazed at it for a long time. When Jeff came downstairs, I didn't look up at him like I always did.

"It's been a while......." I said, not taking my eyes off the blade.

"Been to long for you." He said. "Come on, let me teach you how to kill. Except, Jeff The Killer way." He smirked.

I nodded and took the knife upstairs. I grabbed my purple hoodie and put it on. I put on some black skinny jeans and a pair of old Vans shoes. "Coming!" I yelled as I placed the knife in my hoodie's pocket and putting my hair to the side and placing the hood over my face. I walked downstairs to see Jeff waiting at the door.

"Come on!" He yelled as he ran out the door. I just chuckled and followed.

"So first off, we find a house, right?" I said in a dark voice. I no longer had a sweet voice and I had a very evil/dark voice now.

"Yeah." He said. We walked until we came to this weird yellow and black checkered house.

I crept into the house with Jeff close behind. We went upstairs and into the bedroom. I smiled darkly at who it was. My ex - nurse.

"Perfect...." I whispered. I grasped my knife in my hand and slowly pulled it out. I walked up to behind her.

"Have you missed me?" I chuckled. She turned around.

"AHHH! WHO ARE YOU!? WAIT....... SAMANTHA!? I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!"

"No, I never was and never will be, bitch." I said as I put the knife up to her throat. I could feel Jeff's deathly smile was smiling.

"Why don't you just Get. Killed. Now?" I chuckled as I slit her throat. I licked the blood clean from my knife.

"Oh Jeff," I laughed. "it feels so good to kill." My last word was really dark and evil.

"Now you understand what I am." Jeff chuckled and pushed me out the window and he jumped out.

"Thanks for pushing me, bitch." I said sarcastically. We ran home. I was faster, hungrier, deadlier than Jeff. I craved for it always.  When we got home, I was exhausted.

"How do you do this all the time?" I said as I got a good drink of water.

He shrugged. "I gotten use to it all these years."

"Oh......" I said. I laid on the couch and watched T.V. I put my hand over my stomach and thought, what has happened to me?

Jeff's Point Of View

Samantha was watching the news and whenever they said an unknown killer, her grin would extend. I hesitated a lot now that I was going to have a kid. I mean seriously, me, Jeff The Killer, has a kid? That doesn't sound right.

"Oh Jeff. I love you." She said and hugged me. I hugged back.

I hesitated on the words but then she hit my back so hard, that I spat out the words. "I love you too."

She just chuckled and kissed me on the cheek.

"I fucking hate you." I laughed.

"Awh, so mean." She teased. "One question."

"What?"

"Why do you have to live with me."

"Ben's after you and I don't want to lose you."

"I can take Ben out."

"Uh, no you can't."

"Oh."

"Yeah, you're not a master at killing. You see, a killer has secrets that makes them well, them."

"So, you have secrets?"

"For my killing. Yes. For real life. No."

"Wait, you've told me all yours for real life."

"Yeah......"

"And also your weakness....."

"Yeah. Ben's weakness is girls."

"Really!?"

"Yeah!"

"Omfg! So funny!'

"Yep. Very."

"Well, are you excited?"

"For what."

"The baby."

"No."

"Why?"

"Because, I just ain't."

"WHY Jeff."

"NONE OF YOUR BUISSNESS DAMMIT!"

"I hate you."

"I fucking hate you too Samantha."

"Let's not start this again."

"A-Agreed."