Tear Drops and Blood Stains

"Love doesn't exist." My voice was barely above a whisper, head hung in shame. But I knew in my heart what I said was a lie. I was just too cowardly to accept it.

He came closer until I could feel his iron smelling breath on my neck. "I could always make you believe in the impossible, baby."

"I'm not your baby."

"But you will be. You, darling, will fall in love with me..."
His lips were latched onto my pale skin.
"Faster than I fell in love with you."
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Violet wasn't normal. A beauty with a broken heart.

Jeff was a killer. A monster. A boy with a knife.

A cold night was when their fates collided. He would take an interest, she would feel fear. But that fear and that interest would form into something they both feared.

Love.

Love with drops of tears and smeared with blood stains.

(I do not own Jeff the Killer or the cover; I just own Violet and my Creepypasta OC)