Stabbed With Love: A Yandere Jeff the Killer Love Story

Chapter 9: Is This Wrong?

So after nearly a year of hiatus I have returned. Truth be told I had no idea how to end this story, but thanks to my nonexistant soul I have come up with the perfect ending. There will be four more chapters after this one, then we're done.

Also, no hate later on in this chapter. Don't like what you see? Simply stop reading.

~Jeff's POV~

Holding Masky by the ankle, I ran up the stairs, slamming him on the walls and banging his head against the stairs as I ascended up the steps. His grunts of pain were music to my ears, making me grin much more.

When I reached the top, I threw the little twit against the wall, preparing to make his blood flow from his veins. I held my knife up to his throat and was about to slice it open. I slowly pressed it harder and harder, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I could hear the skin tearing apart. Right as I was about to cut his neck open, I felt something wrap around my leg, lifting me up. I thrashed around, trying to get out of this grip.

"Jeff! What is the meaning of this?" I looked behind me. Oh great; Slenderman.

"Masky tried to take advantage of Isabel!" I yelled, trying to cut at the tendril that was restraining me.

"Jeff, I'm sorry! It won't happen again, I promise!" Masky pleaded.

"You're fucking right you're sorry." I looked back at Slender. "Put me down, now!"

"Not until you calm down!"

I breathed, trying to calm myself down. I just thought about Isabel, and how I have to make sure something like this doesn't happen again. I'll just stay with her. All day and night.

~Isabel's POV~

I laid on my bed, my body huddled closer together. I was afraid of Jeff now. He has gotten too out of control. One guy kisses me and he flips his shit. And Masky seemed like a nice guy. I felt tears brim my eyes, which I then closed shut. The cold stream of tears went down my face, thinking about how I got into this mess. If I just avoided him, then this wouldn't have happened.

A knock at the door broke my train of thought. I sat up, fearing another encounter with Jeff. But, it wasn't Jeff who entered the room. It was a pale woman wearing a short black dress. Her hair and eyes were completely black. I calmed down a bit, happy to see this strange woman.

She came in, carrying a brown bag. Sitting down next to me, she took a package of Chinese food out of the bag.

"Here. It isn't much, but it's better than you starving," she said. Her voice was melodious.

"T-thanks...um."

"Jane. My name is Jane," she said with a slight smile.

"Hi. I'm-"

"Isabel," she cut me off. "Yeah, I know who you are."

Her eyes twinkled like stars in the night sky, her face as white as the moon. She was so...beautiful.

'Urgh what am I saying?! I'm with Jeff.' I didn't sound so happy about that.

I didn't realize how saddened I looked until Jane laid a hand on my shoulder. I looked over at her with a slight blush. She looked concerned.

"You don't like it here, do you?" she asked.

"Well, not like...this," I said, motioning to my shackles.

"Jeff must have his kinks then," she snickered a bit. I laughed too, taking what she said non-offensively.

"Oh! I-I'm sorry for joking about your situation, she said quickly.

"It's no problem, really! You're actually pretty funny, Jane." She blushed, the red very evident on her white face.

"Erm...thanks, Isabel," she looked away, obviously trying to hide her blush.

I don't know why, but I felt something with Jane. It was warm, and...fluttery, like butterflies coming to life inside my body. Jane looked back over to me, smiling her black lips slightly. They look so nice.

I leaned forward a bit, Jane following me. The closer our faces came, the more we could feel our breathing; I'm sure she could even hear my heartbeat with it beating this hard.

My eyelids lowered, as did hers, starting to cover the beautiful nightly eyes. Her lips separated a bit when she exhaled, her breath hitting my chin.

Jane brought her hands up to my face, holding my cheeks in her palms. I looked into her half-lidded eyes, which I assumed were looking at my own lips. She brought my face closer to hers before laying her lips on mine. Her kiss was nothing like Jeff's; it was soft and loving, showing no signs of domination.

I quickly kissed back, my heart thumping against my rib-cage as if it was going to jump out. I cupped her face too, holding the soft skin against my hand. She pulled away for a moment, smiling, before kissing me again. I inhaled deeply, somehow surprised by her second kiss. My hands moved to her hips, holding her gently like one would a delicate rose. That's what she was: a beautiful black rose. Her hands went around my back, gripping me gently and pulling me closer to her. She deepened the kiss, making it more passionate.

She slowly pulled away from the kiss, looking into my eyes. "I'm getting you out of here."