Death's Slave [Jeff the Killer]

Chapter One: The Party

"You're fuckin' crazy, Mace. No way. All he wants is sex and I'm not gunna give it to him." I laughed with my best friend, Macy.

"What are you talking about? He's hot as hell. Look at him." she argued.

Damn. Macy was right. Javon was the most attractive guy around. His dreads hung over his beautifully shaped face. When he danced, they swayed with him to the beat. He blew smoke rings and did other tricks, clearly impressing the group of chicks hanging on him. Macy and I stood about fifteen feet from him, passing our bowl back and forth. Occasionally, he would glance over at us, blowin' smoke every time. As if. I would think. That 23 year old is way outta my league.

"Still," I said, "All he wants to do is fuck. I don't have time for that shits."

"Whatever, Lil Kay. I love you, girl. Go home. Here's your piece. Get some sleep. I'll call you tomorrow," Macy cooed as she hugged me, "Got yo blade?"

"Yeah. Have fun. Get home safe, baby girl." I winked as I waved goodbye. Pushing through the crowd of people, I accidentally stepped on somone's foot. I looked up and saw Javon. I felt my face heat up and turn pink. In my neighborhood, you couldn't tell if a girl was blushing because she probably had dark skin, but I'm as pale as the moon.

"I'm sorry, man . . . I wasn't watching where I was going . . . I was just on my way out." I stammered. I averted my eyes to the floor, then the exit. As I was about to step foward, Javon lightly grabbed my shoulder.

"Katalyn, right? Let me walk you home." he offered. This beautiful man... walk me home??

"Uh..." I choked.

"It's late. I'd feel like shit if a pretty thing like you got hurt on my block." Javon urged in a protective, yet humorus tone.

"Uh.. Thank you." I stuttered. Seeing him so up-close made me quiver. Although, being walked home by a big dawg seemed totally unorthodox. What harm can it do..? Javon saw me sheepishly smile and put his arm around me. We walked in silence until we were a little ways from the house. Taking back his arm, Javon reached in his pocket.

"You smoke blunts?" Javon asked as he pulled one out, along with a blue bic.

"Hell yeah, I smoke blunts." I replied excitedly. He lit it and brought the brown paper up to his lips. I watched his chest rise as he inhaled the thick smoke. Bringing the blunt down from his full lips, he passed it to me. Still watching him, I took a long drag. Finally, he exhaled. Smoke rolled off his tongue and into the smog.

I held my breath until I felt my face turn blue. Exhaling, I passed it back to him. Already high from smoking earlier, I increasingly became more attracted to him. His skin reflected the moon light perfectly, and the way the smoke devoured his face made him seem sexier.

Javon stopped walking. Staring foward, he handed me his blunt, reached behind him, and pulled out a gun.

"Put it out." he commanded in a hushed tone. I stayed quiet because he seemed to be listening for something. Javon brought up his gun to cock it when someone came behind him and slit his throat. My eyes widened in horror as I watched Javon die before he hit the ground. Tears welled up in my eyes as I prepared myself to scream. I looked up at the bloody man who killed him and he jumped on me.

I felt blackness start to blind me as the throbbing in my head slowly subsided.