Tainted Love ( Jeff x Jane the killers love story)

A Walk Down Memory Lane

A.N. Finally made a new story cover. How do you guys like it? :)

I said that I'd give Jeff time to return, and I'll stick to what I say. So I go back to my room and sit at my trusty laptop. I flip open the lid and read the last entry I've posted. People seem to like my story, which takes me by surprise. But, then again, it is the true story so what's not to like? I giggle to myself. After taking a drink of tea, I continue my story.

~Resume~

A few days have past and Jeff and I have grown closer. (And he has become less annoying, that's always a plus.) One day, however, was different from the rest. We were walking together, taking our annual killing rounds when we strolled down our old neighborhood. I stop and stare at the houses.

Jeff continues walking, talking to himself because he hasn't noticed I've stopped. "Yeah I mean why can't someone make something that lets me smoke and drink at the same time? I feel like that's a good idea!" Yeah if you want to die at double the speed, I roll my eyes at him. His head turns to the right, to where I was and finally notices I've stopped. "Jane?" He turns around and looks at me.

"Jeff," I say slowly, "do you remember this neighborhood?"

Jeff puts his hand up to his chin and cups it, the other goes to his hip as he looks around. He looks over both sides of the street of houses for a good 5 minutes and drops his arms. "Nope. Why, should I?"

"Yes Jeff.. You should." My eyes scan the houses and I walk over to a two story house that is light brown with dark brown tile roofing. This is his old house, where he moved in across the street from me. "How about this house. Do you remember this?"

He walks up behind me and gazes at the house, "neope."

I turn around to look up at him, "did you recognize me when you first met me."

Jeff shifts uneasily, "ummmm.. Was I supposed to?"

I knew it.. "Jeff. We were best friends before you went insane and killed these bullies in our school."

His eyes widen, "we were? How did I become friends with such a hot girl? I only remember me being a loser." He looks away, his "eyebrows" lower.

"You weren't a loser Jeff... You were my best friend and the only person I could trust." Well.. Besides Danielle. My eyes widen, Danielle? How could I forget about her?!

Jeff looks at me, "I really was your best friend?"

I smile at him and nod.

His everlasting grin smiles wider. He cups my chin, "are we best friends now?"

"Of course we are Jeff." My eyes meet his.

His eyes brighten, "I've never really had a girl friend before. There aren't many girl creepypastas. You know that."

I giggle, "yes, I know Jeff. What about Sally?"

"Um, in case you haven't noticed. Sally is a little girl."

"You also have Laughing Jill?"

He shakes his head, "she's not my type. Clown freak.." He shudders.

I roll my eyes, he could be good friends with Ravana. "Do you remember.. Liu?"

Jeff freezes and his eyes drop from mine. "I... Of course I remember Liu..." Tears start forming in his eyes.

I reach up to him and softly brush away a tear falling down his cheek. "I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have brought it u-" My eyes widen when I see two people form behind Jeff.

He watches my eyes and grips his knife and whips around fast with his arm up, "whose there?!" He looks around, but doesn't see anything so lowers his knife. "Uh. Jane. There's nothing here."

"Th- th-thh.." I stutter. The two people walk around Jeff and to me. They look, familiar, behind all the cuts and wounds. The woman walks closer to me and reaches out and rubs my hair. The man stands beside me and just watches.

Emotion flies through me and I begin crying. The woman walks forward more and her body becomes mine. I gasp loudly as my vision morphs to me walking down a dark hallway. There is a light coming from a door down the hallway, so I walk down to it. What I see surprised me then fills me with horror. A younger Jeff, hair short and pitch black is standing at a sink, cutting his mouth open into a smile. He notices me in the mirror and turns to look at me, his eyes are burnt and his mouth is bleeding from being cut. "Jeff, what are you doing?" I scream at him.

He grins wider, "I couldn't stop smiling mommy. It hurt after a while. Now I can smile forever."

We talk until he notices my fear. "Whats wrong mommy? Aren't I beautiful?"

"Yes son," I say slowly, "let me go get daddy, so he can see your face." I run to the bedroom to see the man I saw before, laying on the bed. "Honey, get the gun..." I begin, but stop when Jeff appears in the doorway, wielding the knife he still holds today.

"Mommy, you lied." Jeff runs at me and the man. I scream and am pulled back to my own life. Jeff is holding me in his arms, a worried look on his face. He looked so similar as before.. But older looking and more mature.

"How... How did you.. How did you know what I did to my parents?" A few of his tears fall onto my cheek.

"Wh.. What?" I look up at him.

"You said everything my mother said before I..." He stops.

"I said all of that?" My eyes widen and I look away from him. I can't stand to see him so sad like this. Did I just live through what Jeff's mom saw before she died? And said everything she did? Jeff's grip tightens around me and a weight is put on my chest. I look down to see his head on my chest, his body shaking as he cries. "Jeff... I think I saw your mother."