Jeff (the killer) x reader (on hold til march 2018 or sooner)

part 6

~Jeff's POV~

I stood over the lifeless body of a drunk who was dumb enough to be wandering around in the back alleys. Even if it was only 4:30. I hid the body in a nearby dumpster. No one would know he was in there, he already smelled like fish and cigar smoke. In fact, I thought he would make the dumpster smell more like well.. a dumpster. I heard the noise of police sirens and panicked. I jumped on top the dumpster trying to reach a fire escape that was only about ten feet above the dumpster. I jumped and pulled my self up. I stopped and pulled my hoodie over my face trying to make sure nobody would see it was me. Just before the police pulled into the alley I ran across the fire escape and dropped down over a fence. They didn't see me, but they could definitely smell the "dumpster". I chuckled, the stain of fresh blood on my hands and the urge to kill quenched for now. A cold wind blew around me, and I pulled my hoodie tighter shut. I walked back uptown on the sidewalk. I headed past a candy store, a café, a boutique, and a sports shop. All the people around me seemed to be happy, but I was just confused and upset. What had that guy told ____ that made her so upset? I stared down at my black chucks and pondered this. Suddenly, I had an image flash in my mind. It was ____, she was curled up on her living room floor, but there was another presence there. Not one of the living world. I started running, and knew something was going to happen soon. Knife in hand, I was ready for it.

 ~YOUR POV~

Still curled up in that same position you flipped the corner of the picture around in your finger wondering what to do. Your mother and sister wouldn't be home for a least another hour, and you didn't feel like eating, or doing anything for that matter. You felt a frigid breeze whip around you and bite at your cheeks. You got up and looked around. "What..." you said. The windows were all closed, and it was July! Why was there a breeze this cold in July? Another burst of wind, colder than the first, knocked you back into the wall. The picture of your father fell from your hands, as you wailed in pain. The wind picked you up this time, and you tried to run, but you couldn't. Then, after a moment of silence you felt a blade cut your back, just next to your spine. Was it Jeff? No. It couldn't be. He wouldn't. As you fell to the floor bleeding quite a bit, you saw a dark unidentified figure standing before you looking down at you. It wasn't Jeff, this figure was all black and seemed to have no legs. Just before you blacked out you saw Jeff burst into the room, and you reached out to him, he reached back and seemed to be in shock. Then everything faded to black.

~JEFF'S POV~

I saw the figure reach out a wispy limb and consume her, and I tried to leap  on the thing, but all I got was a face full of floor, as the thing disappeared taking her with. The last thin I saw of ____ was her beautiful (e/c) eyes filled with fright.
 I scanned the room. There was no evidence except a small pool of blood, some shattered glass, and a picture of ____'s father. I had to get to her. Nothing could stand in my way. A smile cut my cheeks as I thought," Looks like I get to have some fun." Holding my knife tight, I wiped up the blood and set out to find ____. As long as I was around, nothing was going to happen to her.