A Killer's Love (Jeff x Reader) Ch.2: The Finding

Jeff buried his face in his pillow.
"AGH!" Jeff screamed, a pain in his chest like someone was stabbing him with a knife. The killer shot up, gripping his chest, then fell to the floor with a loud thud.

    BEN's POV)
(Before Jeff's thud..)

    I sighed as Jeff ran up the stairs, and locked himself in our room. I flew back over to the couch, and slumped down, looking into space. Suddenly I heard a loud yell, then a thud as if someone had fallen. I sensed my computer was on, so I teleported through the screen on the TV, to the screen of my laptop. There, I saw Jeff on the floor, clutching his chest in pain.
"JEFF!" I screamed, rushing to my best friend's side. Then, I thought of a plan. I yelled out at the top of my lungs: "SLENDY!!!!!!!!!!!"
    A tall figure in a black suit and a blood red tie loomed over Jeff and I. The place where his face should be held concern.
"What has happened?" his rich smooth voice calmed me a notch.
"I-I don't know, he came home a-and told me he saw a p-pretty girl, then came up here, and I heard a y-yell and a thud," I stammered, panicking.
"A girl, eh?" Slendy's face calmed. "This is totally normal. He has simply fallen in love. He'll be fine in a few moments. This happens when a demon or a Pasta falls in love for the first time. I'm sure it wont happen again. If it does, contact me IMMEDEATLY. If you'll excuse me, I'll be in the Under Realm." And with that, Slendy was gone.
    Two or three moments passed when Jeff got up, sucking in air.
"You okay, bro?" I asked as Jeff looked like he was going to vomit. Jeff shook his head and crawled quickly over to the trash can located in the corner of our room, then threw up EVERYWHERE!

    Normal POV

    After Slendy had left, Jeff's chest had stopped hurting. The quick conversation kept playing over and over in his mind. 'In love?' Jeff thought. 'I'm only in love with myself! Ha! That's funny...' Suddenly, the killer felt ill and out of breath, as if someone knocked the wind out of him. Jeff gulped in air, then forced the air out of his mouth. He did this a few more times before crawling to the trash can. Jeff crouched over the trash can, throwing all over the floor, the trash can, and on his white bloodstained hoodie. The murderer threw up until nothing was left, then slowly got up and took off his soiled hoodie. He was wearing a tight black shirt underneath, a little too small on his figure.
"Are your okay, Jeff?" BEN patted his friend's back.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks," Jeff's voice cracked. "BEN, I'm going out for a while." BEN looked at his friend.
"More killing?" He asked in surprise.
"Nah," Jeff shook his head. "Just gonna have a walk."
"Alright. See you later," BEN replied, then slipped away, back into the computer.

    (Reader's POV)

    You were twiddling your thumbs in your (Favorite Color) bed. Your (Insert Eye Color) eyes flickered to the alarm clock you had sitting on your nightstand. "1:32 a.m." You sighed. You had seen the murderer, Jeff the Killer, but you felt a mixture between fear, and something else that made your heart flop. When you saw his face, it almost calmed you, but then again, it scared the pants off of you. Could you be the next victim? The girl who dies next? Yes! You HAD to be! The heart he drew, you suspected it must be a sign that you were next!
    But why haven't you told your mother, let alone call the police? You wondered this for quite a while, for when you looked at the clock again, it was '1:49 a.m.' You yawned, then closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.
    It didn't seem like an hour before you woke up to a door closing, it only felt like five minutes. You sat up in your bed, and there on the edge was Jeff.

  Normal POV
 
    Jeff sneaked into the your house, and quickly walked upstairs. The killer sensed you were in the room to his left, so Jeff opened the door without a sound, but closed it ungracefully, making the door rattle and creek. He quickly hid behind your desk. Your breathing was slow and rhythmic. Still asleep. Jeff scolded himself inwardly. Slowly and quietly, Jeff stood up, and strayed over to the sleeping you. He set himself on the edge of your bed, and watched you sleep. Then, you sat up, and looked at Jeff. Your (Color Eyes) eyes widened in fear. 'Ah, you looked so good when you slept.' You opened your mouth, and squealed, but was cut off when Jeff had leapt on top of you, his hand on your mouth, and his knife under your chin.
"Shut up! Do you WANT me to get caught?!" Jeff said, yelling in a whisper. Slowly, he let off of you, blushing slightly.
"So you're Jeff the Killer?" You asked in a quivering voice.
"Yeah, don't wear it out. Anyways, did you like my gift I left you in the window?" Jeff's smile widened as you nodded. "What's your name?"
"(Your Name,)" You said, swallowing hard.
"(Your name)..," Jeff tested the name. "(Your name). It suites you. You're uh, very pretty." You blushed, then looked down at your hands. Jeff scooted closer, so that your foreheads touched, and your lips brushed. He kissed you lightly, then moved back, a light pink blush on his snow white face. Suddenly, a man's voice was at the other side of the door
"(Your name)? What are you still doing up? Who're you talking to?" Jeff got the insane killing crave bubbling up inside of him. He reached for his knife, which he had tucked in his hoodie pocket. You shook your head at him, warning him not to make a sound.
"Nobody, dad, just me talking to myself. I'll go to bed in a second," You responded, your voice betraying as tiredness. 'Clever..' Jeff thought, the killing sensation fading away.
"Okay, Love you, good night!" Your father called out, heading down the stairs.
    Jeff slowly made his way to you, smiling when wider when you got a frightened look on your face.
"Lay down," he commanded. grinning his endless grin. you hesitated, then lay down, looking up at Jeff, who was now on top of you. The two of you blushed. "Close your eyes, and go to sleep." The killer kissed your cheek as you closed your eyes.
    As a few hours went by, Jeff became bored, so he wandered around the house. He glided down the stairs without making a sound, then walked into the kitchen. There, he snooped around inside the junk drawers, and found a little white box. He opened it and blushed when he saw what was inside of it; Condoms. He took two of them, then shoved them in his pants pocket, then jammed the box back into the drawer. Snooping around once again, Jeff found a bottle oh Whiskey. He hasn't had a drink for years, so he took a sip of the bottle. 'This tastes delicious!' he thought as he took another drink. Jeff chugged the rest of it down, until the bottle was empty. His head was dizzy and blurred. The killer stumbled up the stairs...
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                                                        END OF CHAPTER TWO! <3