Reflections in Our Hearts (Jeff the Killer fan fic)

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I threw the body of the previous homeowner into the second bedroom and closed the door. There. All settled in.

Jeff and I had agreed to go back to Marigo- but only to see my mum and dad, and only for three days, and only after we'd spent a while here, so he could prepare. We'd avoided the police cars and gone to Laven.

That being said, I seriously hoped we hadn't missed anybody in this house. Last time we missed somebody as we settled in, we almost got killed the the police they had called.

As I walked out, I nearly ran into Jeff. He skidded sideways, and followed me down the hall.

"Jas?" He asked.

I turned to face him. "Jeff? What's wrong?"

He shrugged. "Just...wanted to spend some time with you, you know?"

"Like a date?"

Jeff nodded, looking a little weird.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Where do you want to go?"

Wearing my nicest dress (ankle-brushing, swishy, off-the-shoulder and flowery), and a nice pair of white heeled sandals, I walked into the cafe. I lingered by the door a moment, to wrench the lock off the door, sealing it.

People started looking over, probably a small bit suspicious about the red, sparkly masquerade mask I had on. I let them wonder. I casually walked over to the counter.

"Hi, how can I help you?" The man behind the counter asked, clearly a bit wary of the mask. I opened up my old leather jacket I hadn't worn for years, but served its purpose today. I slid my cleaver out a small bit. "Let me into the kitchen, or you and everyone else will die."

He froze, eyes wide as they focused on my knife. "I-"

"Now." I pressed, bringing my knife out a bit more.

He blinked, and nodded. I tucked my knife away, and followed the man around the back to the kitchen door. I opened it, snuck in and shut it behind me, winking at the man who just let me murder dozens of people.

"Madam?" I turned to see a woman with a strong German accent staring at me and my mask. "You are not allowed! Get out, please!"

I snorted with laughter as I threw my cleaver into her chest.

Her dying scream filled the air as I suddenly had an audience.

However...

Kitchens have knives.

I picked up two from the knife block in front of me, threw one and dug the other into another's chest, ripping it downwards.

I took the last one and rushed everyone else, their defences against me absolutely worthless.

And then they were all dead.

I took a deep breath, fixed my hair, makeup and dress, removed my mask and left the kitchen.

Jeff, like a good boyfriend, had killed everyone in the cafe. He walked over to me and smiled (with his lips). His mop of long black hair was fixed in a carefully messy way, his smile was clean, and he was wearing an open jacket with jeans.

And no shoes.

Also the suit was blood-stained, but hey, I'm just nit-picking here.

My boyfriend was perfect.

"Where would you like to sit, Mrs Killer?" He smirked.

I laughed. "Sass! Give me a nice view somewhere, Jeff."

Jeff took my hand and led me to the window, where I could see the sky and the forest.

I sat down, smiling constantly. I was so excited for this.

Jeff didn't sit down. "What would you like to eat?"

"Hmm...something sweet. Grab me the chocolate cake from the display cabinet and put some cream on the plate, please?"

"I'll get it for you." He walked back to the main counter.

He calmly jumped the cabinet and grabbed the cake from the display counter, and went into the kitchen to hunt for plate and cream.

A smash echoed through the restaurant.

I sighed and smiled. He had no idea what he was doing, did he?

A scream and a smack confirmed my suspicions. Normally murder was not one of the steps involved in acquiring cream.

Ten minutes later, Jeff served me chocolate cake with blood-coloured cream and a slightly chipped plate. He sat down next to me, as I started eating.

"Good?"

I nodded. "Good. Thank you, Jeffery."

He looked down. "Jeff. Jeff the Killer."

"My Killer." I joked, covering up the tense moment.

He smiled a little