Jeff the Killer(meets a psycho)

Chapter 20

"Amelia, I need to leave the house for a bit." Jeff said out of no wher, disrupting our peaceful silence as we watched the carefully falling snow collect at the window.

"The doors are blocked, though. And you're not going to kill, are you?"

He looked me in the eyes, his dark pools of blackness looked as if they were holding restraint, as well as his body movements. Most likely he thought it wasn't noticable, but I saw him holding down his arm. Does he want to hurt me? What for? I haven't even done anything to this weirdo- well, lover.

No reply. As soon as his eyes had made contact with mine they were gone; he ran to the top stairs of the old, worn-down house. All I heard was the sound of a window opening and shutting; just like that, he was gone.

"He hasn't done this in a while... I wonder what's wrong with him, and so suddenly too. Everything was just fine an hour ago before we stopped talking and watched the snow. I don't even see how it's possible to become filled with such rage as his large eyes held with such a sight. Oh well, the worst he can do is kill someone or something, then he'll be back like always."

I sighed, realizing that I was once again talking to myself. Such a dumb thing to do...

Making my way to the kitchen, I grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruits on the center counter and sat down on the living room couch. No tv, no electricity to charge my phone, only a hot water heater, A.C., a heater and a very, very old stove. The only bathroom was actually an average size for the house, but not even a washer and dryer. No wonder this place was so cheep.

I collapsed into a soft slumber after finishing half of the small, red apple, the last thing I heard was the gentle thump it made as it hit the wooden floors.

Roof, roof!

My body forced itself up as if I were about to be killed. A cold sweat dripped down the side of my cheek.

"Was that barking sound a dream? Hmm." As soon as I was about to lay my head to to try and rest some more, and Boston Terrior ran up to me from the front door and whinned. How the hell did a dog get into my house?! I'm sure I locked every door.. Maybe Jeff brought it in here so it woundn't die. Funny, he hates animals...

"Aren't you just the cutest little thing!" I said in a baby voice, rubbing its head .
As my hand was about to touch it's head, it melted into a pool of thick, red and oozing blood. I tried to walk away but tripped over my own feet and landed right on my ass. "What the fuck?!" I screamed. The blood started to come towards me, no matter how far away I moved back; it started burning through my pale skin. I couldn't scream though, my mouth was suddenly sewn shut with what seemed like someone hair.
"AMELIA."
I sat up, drenched in pool of sweat. I heard the echo of my scream still resonating in the small room. Jeff was on his knees in front of the couch with such worried eyes.
"I, I had the worst dream..." I mumbled, trying not to remember the horrid images.
"I know."
"Where did you go? I was lonely..."
"I'm sorry for making you lonely, Amelia." He said, ignoring my question and wrapping his arms around me tightly.
"J-Jeff... I love you!" I said while crying into his chest. His large, frigid hands softly rubbed my back. He was where I belonged. Even if he is going to kill me. Even if he doesn't love me. I will do anything to protect my love.
"Can I taste your blood?" I geared him faintly question into my ear. Before I even had a chance to respond or even ponder his question, his embrace fell and he lifted up my slender arm, sliding his sharp knife into my skin. I felt it tear through the muscle, then his tongue reaching into the wound.
I smiled before blacking out onto the cold, wooden floor.