Yandere Jeff The Killer x reader (Lemon)

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(Y/n) POV

I walked out of my class, with my hoodie over my head covering my face, and my back pack on. I'm the type of girl that everyone thinks is shy and quiet, but actually I was just told if you don't have anything nice to say keep quiet. I just can't walk up to people and say how much I hate them, so I stay quiet. I was never bullied or anything, people didn't care about me. But that won't stop them from being asses from time to time. They didn't come at me directly but I know what they say. The last bell sounded, I wanted to get the fuck up out of this hell hole. My parents are either home or they're not, no in between. They don't beat me or anything matter of a fact. They love me. It's just my mom works a lot, and my dad doesn't really need to work. He gets retirement checks, that doesn't stop him from painting houses and building them. And they know I like to be alone anyway, so no problem. My life is pretty straight, I'm a senior in high school. And this is the last 9 weeks of school.

So yeah, I'm happy. I saw my dad's SUV and him in it. Sometimes he picks me up other times I ride the bus home. I stay near the woods, I like it there I get to see animals and its quiet. I got in the passenger side of the car. "Hey (Y/n), anything happen today"? My dad asked. "Nope". I said. My dad nodded and drove to our house. "Momma working late tonight"? I asked. "Yep, and I need to go tonight to. You think you can handle yourself"? My dad asked jokingly. "Yep". I laughed. "Ok, if you need anything call, and also, don't watch to much Supernatural. That stuff makes you paranoid. Last time I left, the lights flickered and you salted the house". My dad said. "Daddy, you know I have a problem. It's called wanting to not die. And can I have my salt privileges back"? I asked. "Ask your mom". My dad said. I laughed. My dad dropped me off at the house and left probably to his best friend's house.

My dad and a group of his friends get together at his best friend's house, just to gossip. Weird I know, but life long friend ship I might add. I walked into my house locking the door up. And turned on the TV taking my hoodie off. To show my black shirt. I usually wore black, (F/c), or a lot of colors. No in between. I turned on the News. "Why the fuck is the news still happening? People have phones now". I mumbled. "Attention! Please lock all of your doors and windows at night. Killings have been reported all over the area-". I turned off the TV. "Wow, if we see this shit. We'll just freaking open our doors and let them kill us". I said. I went to go lock the windows and back door. Then I watched (F/s). I laughed a little. Then went to look at my phone. I went to Snapchat then Instagram. Just to see what's happening. It was more news about this killer. So he fucking cuts a smile into your face. Weird as hell, matter of a fact it sounds oddly familiar. Like some voodoo creepy shit, next its gonna be some motherfucker stealing people organs.

"Well if that's the case. Better go get my anti-possession symbol necklace and put it on. I walked to my room up stairs. I found my necklace, and wrapped it around my wrist as a bracelet. Well since I'm up here I'll take a quick nap, school is tiring. I laid down in my bed, clapping my hands and the lights went out. I went into a deep sleep. When I opened my eyes again, I saw something sitting in my bed. "What the fuck". I mumbled. "Daddy"? I asked thinking it was my dad trying to wake me up. I clapped my hands and the figure a paper white boy, with a smile that was carved and scarred into his face, with burned off eyelids, was fucking starring at me. He tilted his head towards me, with his smile actually fucking widening, pulled out a knife. "Go to sleep". He said before he could move I said something. "Dude, I don't know who you think you are, looking like some freaking Heath Ledger's Joker, Michael Jackson, fused into one, reject. You better go, and you got five seconds". I said.

This seemed to shock him. I was serious, this guy interrupted my nap, bringing some bloody knife to my house. I looked at my window. It was wide opened and I know I closed and locked it. "You're not scared of me"? He asked. "Why are you still here? Leave"! I said. I seemed to upset him, he's growling. He's a werewolf. He raised his knife to me, before he could stab me, I kicked him in the balls. He dropped his knife grabbing his injury. I took off running. Fucker, I hate running. I made it the garage, got on my motorcycle, before I could go the dude grabbed me by my hair and slung me off. I hit the wall with force and everything got dizzy. As soon as I saw one of him I got up spitting out blood. I took a pipe. "Alright, I wasn't in the mood to kick any ass today. But hey plans change". I said popping my knuckles. "You talk a lot for someone who's going to die". The guy said. He twirled his knife and ran at me. I dodged his attack by a inch. This dude was inhumanly fast. What he doesn't know is, my dad is retired from the army, and my mom enrolled me in every fighting class she could. I'm not weak and I damn sure can take a punch. I swung the pipe at him and he dodged it and cut me on the cheek. I flinched and hit him in the legs with the pipe. He fell down stabbing my leg in the process making me go down. He quickly got back up and got on top of me. Knife at my neck.

"Dammit". He mumbled. "This isn't over". He said running and leaving me on the ground. "What the fuck just happened"!? I yelled. I crawled over to  the wall pulling myself up. I went to the living room and found the first aid kit. I stitched the stab wound up, and bandage the cut. I laid on the couch tired. "Maybe I should start running". I said blacking out.