Bloody romance- Jeff the killer fanfiction

chapter 9 : Jeff's background

" no stop, just stop!" i yelled. i turn towards his face and stared directly at him.

" i have had enough, cant you see that I'm busy okay!"

he took a step back and held up his hands."whoa calm down jeez, girls these days what is up with them!"

i breathed in the smell he is wearing. blood. that's why it smelt of death, it was fresh. Jeff fiddled around with his sharp razor knife, spinning it on finger to finger.

" now, i think its time this knife came to good use"

" my pleasure"

i stood there with my arms out like a star and shut my eyes tight.  a  few seconds past. i thought he was fast, he sure isnt acting like it?. i opened one eye to check what the hell was happening. Jeff was sitting on the bed stroking that beloved knife of his.

" what? i thought you was going to kill me!"

" well... i found you quite amusing standing like a star so i let you continue"

his focus still layed upon his stained knife.

" look this is no joke, I'm not in the mood!"

he stood up from the bed and came closer towards me.

" you actually want me to kill you..."

his silent tone was enough to make anyone wish they never met him.

" we-ll y-ou don-tt have t-o"

the stuttering escaped my mouth as he gripped his knife.

"tough, I'm not going to kill you"

my mind was babbled. what kind of serial killer doesn't want to kill someone? his a psycho. they don't just say yeah i don't want to!

"your a fake!"  i say.

" a fake huh?  you don't believe me do you!" he grabbed my hand with a surreal strength  and threw me over his strong built shoulders.

. " wait no, I'm sorry! please. don't kill me " i shout as he runs down the stairs.

i kick and punch him as hard as i possible could but he didn't take no notice. he rushed out the front door and ran under the moonlight. he climbed up a tree in someones garden that was down the street. oh no his going to throw me off isn't he!

" please Jeff! ill do anything!" we were level with a bedroom window.

" be quiet!". he silently opened the window and put me in through first.

" Jeff what the f**k are you doing" i whisper. he followed after and crept up around the room.

i know now. he was going to kill an innocent person and its all because of me and my loud mouth. why am i so stupid sometimes! i grabbed his hand and tugged it backwards.

" Jeff stop please,not tonight" he pulled his hand back.

" you don't own me elixir" what am i suppose to do now? the only thing that came to mind was to quickly distract him. erm erm...

 " Jeff i see liu" his head snapped back. i instantly regret what i just did.

" where? where is he" he searched around the room like a lost puppy.

" oh... he was outside..." i looked at his face which seemed eager to see him. he jumped out the window , landing on all fours. that really caught my mind. he really isn't a normal human being. i sneaked down the stairs and opened the front door with keys hanging up. my intention was to run. run home and hide. i legged it home and walked through the open door. the smell never left the house i cant stand it!. i jump up the stairs and think of a suitable hiding spot. but it looks like its a bit to late for that now.  Jeff is laying on my bed still fascinated by is knife.