Love Me (Yandere! Jeff the killer)

Chapter 1

I stood still. I wouldn't let her see me.

My lovely little Rose.

I smiled to myself. She was sitting on a bench, immersed in her own little world. She was listening to music and drawing. Her favorite passtimes.

I stared at her. I wouldn't stop. Not after what she did to me. Not after possessing me.

I grinned wider. That lovely little flower doesn't know what's coming for her. She doesn't know what will hit her.

I snuck a more exaggerated look, reflecting as always on the day we met. I let my eyelids narrow, aching to touch her again. Every time I think about it, every time I look at her, I ache to hold her tight.

The day I followed her a little too close. I was just staking out a new victim. A new kill. Not something easy, no no no. Someone I could learn the schedule of and torture to my hearts content.

She wandered alone into a bookstore. I followed in, pulling my hood up.

She went all the way to the back, and a part of me wanted to off her there. But I decided against it. I was determined to break her. Slow.

But what was wrong with making myself known? Just to stir her up a little bit.

She stood in one section, and I decided to make my way and "browse" a little close by. I nonchalantly made my way into the isle, inching closer to her.

I suddenly felt something roughly bump into me. I looked down as something passed through me, something settling deep in my bones as soon as I felt it.

Her soft brown eyes met mine as her body rammed into mine. I felt soft skin on my hand as I grabbed her instinctively, and that feeling settled deeper.

I stood there for a minute, staring at her. I felt something pulsing through me. A need. A resilient, coursing, desperate need. A need that I didn't understand.

"S-sorry..." she muttered, dumbfounded.

She stared at my face, but didn't say anything. I eventually let her go and walked away. I hid behind a shelf, holding the hand I had grabbed her with to my chest.

This... Feeling... It was so intoxicating.

That feeling inside of me. That need. To touch her soft skin. To hold her in my arms.

Makes me sick of myself.

I stared, watching her, feeling that need grip me. Strangle me. Pull me into such a dark place and suffocate me.

And yet, despite the negative sensation, I can't stop. I'm addicted to her. I know I am.

But I don't fucking care.

I smiled and stared ahead. A man walked up to her. I growled to myself.

He smiled at her, putting a hand behind his head and looking embarrassed. I snarled to myself.

No. He is not allowed to talk to her. No one is allowed to talk to her.

I bit my lip, torn between following that guy or staying with Rose.

He handed her a small flower and a scrap of paper. Rose smiled at him sweetly and I felt my face tighten in rage.

I grumbled to myself, pulling my hood up. As soon as he walked away, I began following slowly at a distance.

No one. No one. Gets to see my Rose smile like that. I snarled in my mind, following him into a dark alleyway.

I smiled under my breath. Let the fun begin.

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[Hello! I'm thinking of rewriting my Yandere story! Tell me what you think! I kinda like this set up better than my original already.]