Cold Blade || Jeff The Killer Fanfiction

~Life~

The news was on at a low volume, telling the tale of many murders happening at once, suspected to be by the same unidentified person, late a Saturday night.

Elle sat in her favorite reading spot, a red leather rocking chair, with a Nora Roberts book clutched in her fingers, deep into it.

She had always been a bookworm, and her brother Edward was always teasing her about it.

She had also always been exceedingly good in school 1st-12th grade.

Her parents had provided her with everything she needed and wanted.

Though Elle wasn't spoiled, as you would expect she would be.

She was always the strangest child, having an obsession with crime shows and dark colors.

Now that she was older, 19 to be exact, she was.......a different kind of strange.

To start off, she had a knife collection to "defend herself".

She was always fascinated with blood.

She sometimes cut herself.

Not out of depression, but out of admiration.

She adored watching the blood run down her arm, it's metallic smell, it's beautiful color.

Some people might call that sadistic, she called it artistic.

Her favorite song was 'Painted Smile' by Madame Macabre.

She had heard the song for the first time when she was browsing YouTube one night, and she liked the photo.

A white background with a pale face going from the nose downward to shoulders, and a bloody smile cut into the pale face.

She loved it so.

And that's how she discovered CreepyPasta.

She was fascinated about how much these fake characters were like her.

And how Jeff The Killer, was so......beautiful.

She had wished he was real, so her schizophrenia had always helped her make sure he's really there.

Although every time she tried to touch him, he would shiver, an she would feel nothing there.

"Reading those books again, Ellie?"

Elle closed the book, and looked toward the couch, where 'Jeffery' sat.

She smacked him in the arm, feeling air when she did.

If a person was watching, you would say she was swatting at an imaginary fly.

That's what schizophrenia does to you.

"Hush, Jeffery." she scowled towards 'Jeff'.

He chuckled, and disapeared, leaving Elle alone, still ignoring the news.

The night was still young, and she had nothing to do.

She took college courses in high school, so she didn't have to go to college.

Her parents were very proud of her for earning all of her degrees at such a young age.

Secretly, they were a bit frightened of her..

But they always insisted to take her to their cocktail parties, business trips, and meetings, as Elle could speak more than 5 languages.

She also had an extended vocabulary in each language that impressed all of their parents colleagues, and clients.

Her mother was a stunning woman, sweet in her time, always wore a fake smile and used fake affection, but was really hard and cold on Elle, though proud in her own way.

Her father had always been cold, being a senator, they always had money, he sent Elle money every 2 weeks, about 10,000 at a time, expecting her to be like teenage girls that spent it on clothing.

Nope.

Elle was smart an put 50 percent in the bank, and used the other 50 for necessities and more limited edition knives.

Now she had about 2.8 million saved over the course of the years.

She lived all alone in a spacious apartment, surrounded by thousands of books, and high tech equipment.

She was one of the last person you would expect to become a killer.

But the first you'd expect to fall in love with a killer.