Go to Sleep My Love

Chapter 2

        I heard thudding noises coming from upstairs and knew that he must be awake. I rolled my eyes and continued to flip my pancakes as I tried to tell myself that his awakening hadn't made me more nervous. It bothered me having that killer in my house. Every sense in my body was heightened and I was constantly on edge; no wonder I wasn't able to sleep a wink all night.

"Mmmm, I smell bacon! Oooh and we have pancakes too." He said as he ran into the kitchen. He leaned over the cooking food and licked his lips. I ignored him and unintentionally let out a big yawn. "Looks like someone's tired." He commented.

"Yeah, I didn't get much sleep." I told him. More like no sleep, I thought to myself.

"Well, I myself slept like a baby." He smirked. 

"It's not exactly easy to get a good night's rest with someone like you in my house." I muttered. It probably wasn't the best idea to anger the guy, but I get seriously pissy when I'm tired. If I was't more careful I could end up getting myself into deep shit.

"Whatever." He answered. I stood on my tip-toes in attempt to reach the dishes. I heard the boy snicker and I snapped my head around.

"What?" I spat accusingly. 

"How tall are you?" He asked me.

"Don't laugh, but 4'11." I sighed. He laughed anyways. "I said don't laugh!" I yelled.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I'm at least a foot taller than you." He smiled.

"Yeah, yeah. Now come help me get down these plates Mr. Tall Guy." I said sarcastically. He got up and pulled down the plates from the top cabinet with no trouble.

"Thanks, err.... Hey, what's your name anways?" I asked.

"Jeff the Killer." He said without flinching. Damn....

"Okay then. Is just Jeff alright?" I asked him. He shrugged. "I'm sorry, but I refuse to call you Jeff the Killer." I admitted. I plated the food and set down Jeff's portion down infront of him.

"What's your name?" He asked me as he shoved a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

"Nyxie." I told him.

"That's an intersesting name." He said.

Jeff's POV

"It means night. My mother chose it because when she was pregnant with me I would stay quiet during the day and move around all night. She told me that I was her nocturnal baby." She said quietly. I stayed silent and just looked at her. Her wavy, golden-brown hair fell over one of her green eyes. Her face was pale and dotted with a small cluster of freckles around her nose. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen; this greatly affected my decision to let her live. 

        I was about to speak when I saw tears begin to form in her eyes. Oh no, she was going to cry; I could feel it coming. Uhhh, I should of never asked her name. It of course made her think of her dead mother who still made her cry. I mean, I had given the damn girl a whole night to get over her parents, but she was still crying over them. When my parents died I didn't cry, and I had been the one to kill them. I never regretted my choice for even a second.

        Sobs escaped her lips and she hid her face behind her tiny hands. I rolled my eyes and looked at the clock. Out of respect for the deceased, I decided to give her a minute of grief. However, after a minute had passed she was still crying. It amazed me how frail and sensitive the average human was. I snapped my fingers in front of her face. She looked up at me with a dripping face.