Im In The Shadows (Jeff The Killer)

Im In The Shadows (JTK Romance)

( some parts may be graphic for some readers..)

The drips of crimson blood gave me happiness...

The yells gave me the rush I needed to survive.....

The constant begging was just an add on to the masterpiece of what is known as the helpless death....

I knew I was a killer, and I was one hell of killer. It didn't matter to me who you are, where you are, or how special you assume to be.

Yes there's exceptions I mean I do have feelings but most humans are just disgusting.

The thrashing and shanking the slitting and bruising.. all me. I think the thought of being immortal really made me full on bat shit psycho but there's always a thought of one particular person that makes me slight sane.

But for the most part just a single drop.... just the smell and savory taste of a persons blood gets me killing for more.

Safe to say that no one can hide or run from me, once my target is locked... My target is screwed.

Some times I laugh to myself of how self pity people get when on the verge of death.

Take this woman I just killed for once. Just by appearance she's already ugly. Her red lipstick bulging right out of her face. The makeup she wore looked like a clown took a major shit right on her face and called it pretty. Her dress was slutty as ever and her shoes were so tall not even she could walk in them.

I was following her for quite sometime and her life was just so useless there was no point in her life anymore so I had to end it for her sake.

With what she was wearing, I was doing that woman a favor.

I assume she was a prostitute cause every time I had followed her, she would always stop at a curb and wait for grown disgusting men to have their way with her.

Isn't there diseases you can get and such.. but what did this woman care she was getting paid to be a rag doll...

Ugh anyways after seeing her daily routines I had enough of seeing that harlot, so I murdered the whore.

I killed her in her apartment. A small rundown thing.....

She had just got out of a shift and had came home to get some rest.

Poor woman didn't know I was already waiting for her in the dark corners of her room.

She laid defenseless on her bed slowly shutting her eyes as I began my stealth attack.

I swiftly yet steadily walk over to the end of the bed to her legs and watch her intently.

I smiled deeper as I pulled out my knife.

Blood stains from the previous kill were still lingered on the knife, so a smooth but frightening introduction should be of an order.

I decided to introduce myself before the fun had begun....

I took the side of my knife where the left over blood was and licked it slowly, my tongue gliding on the surface. It was old and bitter, yet still good.

"Mmm just the taste gives me chills." My gruff voice filling the room.

The woman was so stunned, her eyes shot open and she looked at me like if I had just killed a person already in front of her.

"Wwho are you... what are you doing here." she stuttered full of fear.

"Oh me... oh I'm just a person that likes to watch people suffer, but you.. you just like to fuck for a quick buck now don't you." I let out an amusing chuckle.

"What I do is none of your business now get out of my house now..Im calling the police!" she replied hesitantly.

"I can't. I didn't finish what I came for." I said with another chuckle. "Now as long as we're doing bullshitting small talk, i'll just introduce myself, since I'm the last person you'll ever meet ....I hope I'm clear on the last part. Well my name is Jeff." I playfully let out one hand, putting the hand with the knife behind my back, bowing down gracefully.

Her face had shown that no way in hell would she touch my hand.

"Okay then I see you want this fast then.. well ...Go To Sle." I was interrupted by her idiotic screaming of dear help.

Really why do humans even do that, either way.. Im a killer I'm slitting you open.

Her screams turned into pitiful cries and constant begging of how her life wasn't fulfilled or something... I don't know nor do I even care what she was saying...I could barely indicate a word with all the sniffling.

I grew tired and annoyed of it so I just yanked her over to me by her hair.

Angrily I spat and shook her by her head "Listen. I don't care or will I ever care about your pathetic little life! The only thing Im here for is to kill. Not have silly chit chats, I didn't fuck up your life okay, you did! I didn't do shit, actually..I'm doing your whore ass a favor! So now ending with that.....Go To Sleep!"

I plunged my knife right into her throat, causing her to scream in horror.

I laughed at her pain, it just intrigued me. I could feel my smile turn wicked as I pushed the knife deeper into her thyroid, the blood rippling all over my arms and sleeve. Her screams starting to die down.

I held the back of her neck as I drew the knife down towards her collar bone. By then she was already gone...

With satisfaction I placed my thumb deep into the wound opening the crevice larger and larger seeing the insides of her esophagus. Her pink flesh feeling smooth against my touch.

I pushed her away from my knife and watched her body drop to the floor.

I took a few more repetitive stabs to her chest and finally gave in.

Her blood looked so pure red I just had to take a taste.

My knife was gleaming in rose I took a full lick and swallowed the liquid.

I do admit it, there was a full after taste of bitterness but that didn't matter I was hungry and I needed to fill.

I stepped over the lifeless body and walked right out the front door putting my hoodie on ,walking in the cold moonlight sky.

The world seemed so much different at night...

I walked into the depths of the woods and sat in the tallest tree I could find.

I looked upon the moon and decided to take a nap.

Even psychos need sleep.

My eyes got weary every second that I would refuse them to close but the scent hit me. The same faint scent that caught me by surprise, the one that caught my fascination.

Alice.......

Her blood smell was different....

It wasn't alcohol mixed and it didn't have a single hint of wrong in it. it smelled pure.. like if the blood had been pumped freshly everyday. No sign of bitter after-taste either, i imagine it as pure silk flowing and swirling around your tongue.

I couldn't stop myself from taking another whiff, taking in the liquid's scent, it smelled so... Delicious.

She was probably asleep now but i'll be sure to see her tomorrow.

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A/N:

Thanks to RosieJayne and NanciMedina for helping me.

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