Killers Are Such Turn Off's (A Jeff the Killer Romance/BWWM)

Chapter 18

Hey guys! I know it has been nearly a year since I last updated and feel really bad, so as long as I have free time I will try and update as much as I can and hope you haven't given up on this book just yet because there is a lot more to come! And since I've obviously grown up a lot since when I first started writing this there will be a lot of changes, so please wait and see ;)) Also I have switched to writing in third-person so please don't let that bother you too much!

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Jasmine was beyond dumbfounded as she watched Jeff get dressed the next morning, his unusually human face actually starting to bother her, since she had spent a lot of time with the disfigured one and had actually become accustomed to the gruesome get-up.

 Tugging a black hoodie over his head, Jeff glanced back at her, a smirk on his face as he asked smugly, "Like what you see?"

"Obviously," the brown-skinned girl, blushed deeply, her cheeks a shade of crimson red as she avoided meeting his prying eyes.

A lot had happened last night and it left her thinking about their future... their future together. And the angry red hickeys that adorned both of their necks weren't helping at all, the welts serving as a kind of claim. 

A promise.

She bit her lip and shifted a bit on the burgundy comforter, her eyes trailing Jeff's lithe form longingly. Even though he was skinny, he was very toned, probably from jumping in and out of peoples' windows but he was still big. Well in all the places that counted. She blinked, just realizing she had really been just complimenting his... length, in her head. 

Mortified she groaned, covering her face, as she threw herself back on the bed. 

The bed moved and before she knew it, Jeff had taken his place above her, those piercing eyes staring right into hers, rather unnervingly. The tips of his dark auburn hair just long enough to reach her, but not quite.

"Jeff..." she said, his name coming out more breathy than she had originally intended but at this point, she couldn't help it. And he didn't seem to mind either, based on the shit-eating grin that had taken over his face.

The male attacked her with his lips and before she had realized what was happening, his hands had flown to her wrist pinning them against the mahogany headboard, their lips crashing together almost painfully as they desperately fought for dominance. Her hands just itching to be in his silky soft hair as he moved down, his lips planted on her neck, sucking and licking on the unblemished skin. Jasmine out of breath as she fought to break free from the killer's vicelike grip, her moans getting louder and more frequent with each touch. 

While his cold hand slid under her shirt and goosebumps raised wherever he touched. Jasmine raising up to meet his hips, grinding against the male as he sucked in a breath,  his hardness prominent against the taut skin of her already exposed abdomen. 

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The next few days had brought about a lot. 

The killers having to get ready for some celebration, really another way for the Creepypastas to see how Jasmine actually performed in the field, in other words, on the killing ground. A holiday that was celebrated annually by killers from all Realms, an evaluation for all of the newly joined killers, The Red Revolt.

And Jasmine wasn't an exception but it was becoming increasingly obvious she wasn't ready and that's what had Jeff nervous.

His hand caressed her caramel colored skin as they lay on the bed, embracing each other tightly after a pretty exhausting makeout session. His nervousness had brought about a sense of bloodlust, his want for it, now more than ever. He hadn't hunted in a while, his focus solely on Jasmine and her training but now the young killer was, unfortunately, feeling the physical and psychological effects.

Jasmine eyed him worriedly, her head rested on his solid chest, as her hands slowly roamed the large expanse of skin. She didn't want to move, not one bit, but knew that eventually her stalling would come to end and she would have to do what she was expected to. Unspeakable things.

"You know you don't have to..." came the males deep voice, as he held her hand and squeezed. 

Jeff was trying to reassure her, she knew that but she also knew there was no way out of this. If she didn't kill at least one person, Slenderman would end her. It was unspoken rule amongst killers and it had just become terrifyingly real.

"I have to... you and I both know that," was her somber reply, as she sat up, their eyes meeting almost instantly. Her beautiful brown iris's to his onyx black pupils.

As they realized this was one fate, they couldn't bend, this one thing could actually rip them apart for forever.

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" Cross your heart and hope to die, promise me you'll never leave my side. "