DERANGED (Jeff the Killer P.O.V and Romance)

21 - You Know I Care When I Slit Your Throat [ENDDDDD]

This is the end everybody…I love you all! Stay bloody, and stay dangerous,…Kill and revive as you see fit xD –stay punky

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The morning clawed daintily at my neck, vision clearing from the thick blackness into a bright arena of green leaves, pastel lit skin and blonde waves of hair. Calmly dragging my face from Sarah’s mess of tangles, I sighed solemnly at the beautiful girl, her sleeping head placed heavily on my chest, her body curled into mine for warmth and dangerous comfort. I let out a large gust of relief, the night finally coming to an end as the sun held eagerly just over the horizon, the birds frantically chirping for their morning snacks. I allowed the palm of my hand to cup Sarah’s petal soft cheek, the red flattering her pale skin, her pink lips parted comfortably. A thin smile traveled to the corners of my lips, my chest warming for a split second, but long enough for closure to crawl into my heart and make its home. Rubbing at my pounding head, my hand began to shake nervously as I removed it from her face, the outlay of today’s events already turning my stomach, regardless if I knew what these events were or when they would take place. The morning was simply too beautiful, the creature next to me was simply too perfect, and soft sunshine cascading over my world was simply too kind for thing’s to go the way I would like for them to. My suspicions being confirmed, a thick scent and turn of my gut had me springing from my comfortable spot on the crippled roof, Sarah popping up as well in response.

“What is it?” She asked, eyeing me after running a hand through her messy locks.

I breathed in careful air, my chest burning for escape, “We have to go; they’re coming.”

“What?” She asked helplessly, rubbing the sleep from her pretty green eyes, “Who’s coming?”

“The police,” I responded emotionlessly, knowing there was a certain officer who couldn’t wait to catch me, like he’s been attempting to do for, hm, what year is it?

I helped Sarah descend from the roof safely, placing my hands on the outsides of her waist to steady her. My fingers began to tingle with emotions, but I quickly forced them to stop, their reaction to her being a little too soon for comfort. Turning the knob of the cabin’s door, my insides filtered out through the floor at the sight of an empty bed; Jenny was gone.

“Where do you think she-“

“Come on,” I interrupted, not knowing where she had gone off to, but I could track her, like I did to many of my victims, and this way, we could locate her.

Sarah followed quickly behind me as we disappeared deeper into the bright woods, all sense of the approaching officers fading as we created much needed distance between us and them. I concentrated, picking up her trail as we crept through endless loops and curves of the forest.

“You don’t really want her, do you?” Sarah’s questioning voice rang through the chirp filled air, the thin wind of morning blowing gently through my dragging hair as it swooped messily in front of my eyes.

Brushing the fuss from my face I stopped walking, seeing as the question posed a huge problem for me, “Of course I do; she’s my daughter.”