Lust isn't love (Jeff the killer x insane reader)

Promise and Sacrifice

"Thank you." An angelic man who had been listening to me had handed me a glass of water that I greedily chugged down. A few others had gathered since I had started my story. "I guess I should continue..." I had started to explain the next part of my life. I was around fourteen when we had our first encounter and to me he was perfect no matter how deranged or horrific he looked. You see I always loved the morbid and grotesque and he was it. I was "sleeping" cozily in my bed wrapped up in my warm fuzzy blankets. I was actually reading a book on Witchcraft. When he climbed through my window it was a frigid  winter night and the moon was a waning Crescent. It had snowed throughout the day and most of the night  and the chill had creeped in. I pretended to be a sleep slowing and evening out my breathing. I shivered when I felt his gaze on me. His forever open eyes roaming over my body. He moved closer and I slid a hand closer to my book to make it look like I was shifting in my sleep but also made it perfect for him to make his move. He pounced with such speed it almost knocked the air out of me when he straddled me and his forever smile seemed to widen. I took him all in and my fourteen year old self seemed to be set ablaze. Meaning I was turned on. My cheeks were tinted crimson and when he spoke it made me squirm. "Go to sleep." His voice was gruff and low. Before he raised his knife and stabbed me in the throat I smirked and took the hard cover book and smacked it across his face with enough force to knock him off of me and send his knife across the room. I took no time dawdling and quickly grabbed his knife while he was seeing stars i'm sure and when he looked up I knocked him back down and got on top of him. He was panting and dazed still and as he stared at me my smirk grew wider almost as big as his. I giggled softly and I slowly slid is knife from his mutilated cheeks down his chin and to his throat. "Your so beautiful... It's sad you picked the wrong time to kill me." I said this lowly and as seductive as I could muster with the rising blood lust which i'm sure he could see because I was practically radiating with it. My eyes shimmered and once again his smile grew wider. He grabbed my wrist and twisted hard making me yelp and drop his knife. He didn't go for his knife but he did grab my chin. With ruthless force he yanked my chin down to where I was staring into his icy almost grey blue eyes. "Your so cute... Little dove." His raspy, gruff, low voice was filled with amusement and curiosity with lingering blood lust. I tilted my head, my hair flowing over my face a little bit. i didn't say anything we just stared at each other. He was smirking away like he just won the best prize and I gave him a blank almost flustered expression. We were still in the same position, except he was sitting up more now and I was practically sitting in his lap which made my face turn a darker shade of crimson. A breeze blew in from the open window making his long black hair ruffle in the dark. He was tall enough to where he was shielding me from the wind. i finally looked away from his eyes and down to hs white blood splattered hoodie and his black skinny jeans. I could feel his rough hands move up my arm and grasp just above my elbow. "You know your very beautiful yourself, your very fiesty, and now your mine." Once he said the last word his blood lust returned and he grabbed his knife swiftly and pulled up my long sleeve night shirt. He carved his signature into my arm and I hissed at the searing pain but I refused to cry. The letters carved in were done perfectly o rough edges only perfect lines and he chuckled as I watched the blood drip down my arm with interest. JTK was what was carved into my arm with a slight cursive touch. To me it looked beautiful. He brought my arm up and licked up the blood that kept coming. "I promise to come get you soon little dove." He cooed. With swiftness I didn't think was possible he left me sitting on the ground and was already climbing out the window before I could even blink. he turned and blew and air kiss and finally disappeared. he didn't realize it then but he disappeared with my heart, and that was my sacrifice. 

I looked up to the people who were gathered around me. Angels, demons, and dead people all listening earnestly. I had broke away from my memories and smiled to them all. For I had much more to share. 

Sooooooo do you guys like it so far? I mean this is a dark story so don't get your hopes up to much for adorable Creepypasta characters. It'll mostly have a lot of gore, trigger warnings, more gore, a lot of death and I mean a LOT of it. And don't worry you wont be stuck telling your story for to long~ And as always stay creepy my pastas. Bye my lovelies~ And dont forget to comment, vote, throw in your Oc's, and massacre your enemies (im in school vanquishing my enemies aka salty people) Love you all have a great day/night!!