Killing Me Slowly (Jeff the Killer love story)

Chapter 12: Years

Aslin's P.O.V

I was officially 20 years old. My birthday had been all but celebrated since I'd failed to make many friends in Wales. Good thing I was moving to Alberta for my new college. When I was little, I'd always wanted to travel the world, on MY terms. The reason I'd been in Wales was because my overly obsessive parents had literally pushed me on and off of the plane. I hadn't talked to them since. And I definitely don't want to. I hated them for making me leave.... him.

I haven't spoken to him either. And I've tried not to think of him. I don't even dream about him anymore. Which is strange because it seems that every time I'm without him, I dream about him more. But now, nothing. Not a single thing. And it helps not to talk or think about him, which is what I'm going to do now.

I sighed and shook my head, walking out of the library where I had been pacing around. It's quiet and easy to collect my thoughts there.

My eyes scanned the parking lot, searching for my car. It was an old, beat up faded blue car, which was missing the bumper. It wasn't hard to miss but tonight, the fog was so thick it was hard to see two feet in front of my face. I walked with caution, not wanting to bump into anything. Eventually, I found my car. I unlocked it and pulled at the handle, the door giving away with a loud creak. I rolled my eyes.

"Oil... I keep forgetting to get oil." I slapped my palm against my forehead and climbed in, shutting the door behind me. Just as the locks clicked, a chill came over me. It was an uneasy chill. Not the kind that simply cools your skin but the kind that seeps through the layers of tissue and slides against your bones. I shivered, suddenly more alert as I put the keys into the ignition, starting the car and quickly driving out of that damn parking lot.

The streets were a little more clear, the streetlights overhead helping a little with my sudden burst of fear. I pushed it to the back of my head and drove to my small apartment. The little old lady that owned the building was sweeping the front pavement, like always. Except, was she always out this late?

"Nos da." She smiled. She understood little English and mostly spoke in Welsh. It didn't bother me much. I'd taken classes to become fluent.

I smiled back. "Nos da." I replied, which meant "Good evening". I walked in and checked my mail box, which had nothing in it before walking into the elevator. I hit the button of my floor and endured the boring and incessant elevator music that the old lady played on loop.

I got out and walked down the hallway. It was dark, the lightbulbs having never been bothered to be changed. I was half way to my apartment when I got that same chill.

I looked around myself, my body beginning to tremble. I hadn't noticed I was running until I was panting and fumbling with the keys. Eventually, I got in and triple locked the door, turning every light on. I sighed and pushed my long hair out of my face.

"A shower maybe..." I sighed and walked to the bathroom, stripping down and turning on the water, waiting for it to warm up.

"Aslinnnnnnnn...~"

I jumped and turned the water off. That voice... I know that voice. I quickly ran to my room, wrapped in a towel. I pulled a shirt over my head, not bothering with anything else and dove under my blankets. Was I hearing things again? Because I KNEW he wasn't here... He hasn't been for years.... I haven't seen him in so long. So why do I hear him NOW?

I peek up from my blankets like some afraid child. At the end of my bed... sits this.... THING. It had a long snout and was large, a line of hair coming down its chest to in between its legs. It crawled around my bed on all fours like a gorilla and sort of just.... stared at me.

I was frozen, unable to move. It seemed to be studying me, just as I was doing to it. It made a very high pitched noise then rested its muzzle on the edge of my bed.

"What.... are you....?" I managed to choke out. It's beady eyes looked up at me.

"Seed....Eater...." it growled in a voice that sent chills through my body.

"Were you following me...?" I asked it. It's head slowly rose and fell in a yes. Then it hit me. While I was in that room Jeff locked me in, I often heard voices talking about the creature. He was one of them. Apart of the mansion. One of HIS friends. I let out another breath and readied myself for the answer to the question I was about to ask.

"A-are you going to hurt me...?" I managed to stutter out. My fingers clutched the blankets as if pulling them closer to me could protect me from this creatures wrath. The Seed Eater lifted its head and put both of its paw like hands on the side of my bed, heaving itself up to which point it crawled behind me and curled itself around me in a protective manner. My body shivered at its touch, scared that if I moved I'd be attacked. I felt it rest it's head on my shoulder and then, it spoke.

"Not to hurt.... to protect." It's breath smelled of rotting flesh that made my stomach churn but the warmth of its body against my back was comforting in an odd way.

"To protect me from what? D-did Jeff send you?" I asked, getting a little more comfortable. I felt its breathing become heavier and lower.

"To.... Protect..." It fell asleep.

I sighed. Why.... why after so long am I seeing one of them now? I haven't even gotten a visit from BEN. I'd thought he'd be the first one I'd see and pop up through my computer or something. Why not a word from ANYONE until now? Was something after me? Was something wrong?

My body shook with the idea. I closed my eyes and laid my head against the pillow and.. just as I was about to fall asleep... I got the overwhelming sense that something big was about to happen. And it wasn't going to be good either.