Jeff x Jane ~ keep your enemies closer

The Note (Janes POV)

JANES P.O.V (8:20pm)

'W-what just happened?' I thought to myself.

So many questions were in my head. 'Does Jeff like me? Did he do that to confuse me? Did someone make him do it?'

If this is a joke I don't know how I'm gonna stop myself from killing him. I may be slightly better than him at controlling my emotions but love has always mucked that up. When I love someone my head gets confused easily and I will just break down constantly.

Jeff was the first person that made me figure out that it was love, but part of me thinks that of me and Jeff are together then things are gonna become a lot more dangerous, and it has always been like that with killers. We are created to kill, even if it is each other.

Now don't get me wrong I don't plan on killing Jeff, I will do anything to keep him alive, even if it involves me dying in the process. One thing I am not scared of is death, if anything I welcome it. It'll give me a chance to dream again and be unbreakable. It'll be just like sleeping...or so people say.

Sleeping is one thing I don't feel like I need when I’m alive, there's too many things in life that are to easy to miss, and I don't want to miss them. With being a creepy pasta seeing unique things in life and feeling sheer joy, give me the chance to feel the slightest bit human again.

But with joy comes an equal amount of sadness, like my first proper fight with Jeff.

It hurt more to cause him pain than it did finding my family dead.

~flashback~

“103 Corri Road, got it!” I quietly said to myself.

I climbed through the window into what I guess was the kids bedroom, seeing as there was a dead kid in the bed with a smile carved on its face, and I heard Jeff's giggles in the parents bedroom down the hall. I silently walked into the room and there he was, making his victims “beautiful.”

I kicked him in the back with my heels that have blades as the heel. He turned round and laughed psychotically, then held his blood covered knife to my throat, but me, being blessed with quick reflexes managed to quickly get away and pull out my own knife.

We stared into each others unique eyes, and then proceeded to stab and dodge each other until I was half dead and he made his escape.

When I awoke I found a note saying 'better luck next time Jane ;)'

~Flashback end~

My thoughts got cut short when I got a feeling that Jeff was in a nearby street.

I put on one of my many black dresses, sorted my long black curly hair and put on my black heels with the blades. If Jeff was gonna put up a fight I would have to be prepared...or as prepared as you can be when your head is spinning with confusion.

I got a couple of creepy pasta's who I knew would be hunting that night and one of them said they saw Jeff go into 214 Cresent Ave.

Great, only a 3 minute run.

…

Once I got to the house the door was already open, and when I stepped inside I heard not giggling, but crying. I went to the, assuming teenagers, bedroom, I saw Jeff on the floor crying, and a body hanging from a tie, there was a note on the ground so I picked it up and read it.

I instantly knew what she was going through, and it brought tears to my eyes. She looked like she had only been dead for about an hour.

Jeff was still crying and I didn't know what to do, so I just placed my hand on his shoulder....