I stayed there, wide-eyed, and practically speechless. He moved a hand up to my face and stroked my cheek. His skin indeed had a slight leathery feel to it. His hand felt cold against my face. It was slightly comforting. He brought his face closer to mine and continued staring into my eyes.
"I believe I asked you a question. Now tell me. Who are you?" his voice sounded more annoyed. He added a bit more pressure on the sharp object held against my neck, causing blood to flow. I flinched.
"I-Isabel." I managed to stutter out. HIs eyes seemed to light up a bit.
"Such a pretty name for a pretty face." he said, stroking some stray hairs behind my ear. I felt heat rise to my cheeks. He chuckled a bit.
"Does that mean you won't make me...uh...go to sleep?" I asked hesitantly. He smirked, bringing his head down to my neck.
"No. I'll do this instead." He said before grazing his lips against my neck. I gasped both in pleasure and disbelief. He smirked in responce, trailing kisses down my neck to my collarbone. He rose up, taking the knife away from my neck. He got off me and walked towards my window.
"Wait." I said to him. He turned around to face me.
"Will I see you again soon?"
"Yes. Very soon." he replied before jumping out my window.
I sighed before laying down on my pillow and falling into a deep slumber.
=>Dream Mode<=
I opened my eyes and found my self in a dark room. Nothing was visible. Yet, I could smell only one thing: blood. A lot of blood. Suddenly, the door opened to reveal the one and only Jeff. He flicked on the light switch, revealing the full details of the room. The floor was covered in a pool of blood. There were splatters covering every square inch of the walls and ceiling. I nearly gagged at the sight and smell.
Jeff walked over to me, entirely covered in blood, and put his hand up to my face, stroking my cheek.
"You're mine. No one else can have you." he said, smiling wide.
My eyes widened and my heart rate picked up. It was like my heart was going to jump out of my chest from beating too fast.
Behind Jeff I could see many dark figures, ranging in height. Then, I started hearing voices. Even though I could hear them, I couldn't hear what they were saying. It was all blended together, but they were all male voices, and many different kinds. Slowly, the figures faded, but the voices didn't. They only grew louder.
Jeff then picked me up bridal style, carrying me out of the room. When we reached the door, I saw more blood, and bodies. All male, yet most of them seemed inhuman. They all had stab marks all over their bodies. Some of them had their limbs chopped off. Most had their eyes gouged out. Bones petruded out of their pale dead skin, bloody and cracked. Organs layed around the bodies; hearts, intestines, kidneys, lungs.
We reached the end of the hallway to see a single red door on a single white wall with no blood splatter.
"You're mine. Forever."
=>End of Dream<=
I woke up shaking and sweating. 'What kind of dream was that?' i asked myself. It seemed so real. It was frightening, yet...touching. The way Jeff said I was his. It sounded so...heartful. Call me crazy, but, I liked how he said I was his.
I got up and looked around before seeing a note taped on the outside of my window. I quickly opened it and grabbed it. I read it.
You're cute. I'll take my time with you.
-J
I smiled, and set it down on my desk. I slipped into yesterday's clothes, too lazy to pick out anything else, and continued with my day like normal.
A/N
Hello my readers! I hoped you enjoyed this new chapter of this yandere Jeff story! So what do you think will happen next? Do you think the dream will come true? Continue reading to find out! Next chapter coming soon! Leave comments and like this chapter.
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