A/N: Hello, everyone. I'm gonna attempt something I've never done before... Something like Romeo and Juliet. *kill me now.* So, let's begin with what I don't own, since for once it's shorter than what I do own. I don't own Jeff the Killer or Slenderman. I do however own their kids and I think I own Casey Woodell (Even though, she's based on my best friend. xD). As for the title, I blame my friend, Mathias Ashford, for that. It was the only thing that came to her mind that I liked.
So, without further ado, my story. Have mercy when reviewing, please.
~Slender's Oldest
[Chapter one: Mythology?]
Gabriel was standing in a dark forest. Here had always been her playground. As long as she could remember, the trees and shadows had always been her friend. The world outside was so cruel. Picking on her for her small size, her back glasses, and that fact that (every time she could) she wore a black suit... But something was wrong with her garden of shadows in this dream. It was as if a hurricane was coming. Gabriel could almost smell it. She pushed her glasses and flicked her brown out her face, taking a deep breath to-
"Miss Slender!" The teacher spoke. Gabriel stayed unresponsive. "Miss Slender!" The girl behind her shook the brown head into the waking world.
"Hey, Gabriel. Wake up." This was rewarded with her waking up and giving her a grey eyed glare. Then she relaxed. It was only her best friend, Casey. "Mrs. Ashford's about to assign partners for the project." Oh, yeah. That mythology project.
"Glad you could join us, Miss Slender." Mrs. Ashford was a tall woman with an almost hourglass figure. She was in her fifties, but didn't look a day over twenty-two. Her hair was the same red as blood and her eyes were so pale that they were like crystal, colorless. "Now, with our Alice back from Wonderland, it's time to assign partners." A collective groan rose from the class. "Now, now, class, at least, I'm letting you guys pick who you do the research on."
"As long as we doing the project together," Casey whispered to her best friend. "We can do research on and BEN drowned for all I care."
"The creepypastas?" Mrs. Ashford cleared her throat and they looked back to the front. Gabriel didn't listen to the names being called until, for some reason, she saw a smile form on the teacher's face.
"Vann Dahmer and Gabriel Slender-" Her grey eyes widened and she looked back and to the side. There was Vann Dahmer. He had black hair, icy blue eyes, and always dressed in black pants, white shirt and hoodie. Seeming to notice her attention, he stopped staring at the teacher in horror and looked over at her. Gabriel jerked her gaze away.
"You're screwed, Gabriel." Casey muttered.
"Why?"
"Vann is one creepy Lucifer vessel." Gabriel raised an eyebrow at the choice of words. Lucifer vessel? "He has a bad rep."
"Worse than Dad?" Casey was the only one at the school who knew she was the Slenderman's daughter and oddly, Casey didn't care after she had found something to counteract the annoying Slender sickness she got every time she went to Gabriel's house.
"Much worse to Slenderman could ever have."
"Miss Woodell, Miss Slender... please, go sit with your partners." Gabriel stood and snatching up her black Avenged Sevenfold (a simple black bag with A7x and a death bat in white on it.), walked over to the empty desk in front of Vann.
"Let's get this out the way. I'm Gabriel Slender. You're Vann Dahmer. We're doing our research on Slenderman-"
"And Jeff the Killer." Vann cut in. Gabriel was stunned by his quiet voice. "I hate Slenderman."
"Good for you. Anyway, we can do this at the library."
"Urh... I can't stay out long after school. My dad wants me home early, but I have a computer at my house." She filed that away in her mind. Hopefully, she'd- He took her wrist in his hand.
"What are you doing?!" She panicked as he wrote on her wrist. Vann Dahmer (843) 752-0908. He had slightly sloppy hand writing. Gabriel swalloed her fear and watched him. She
"I go to bed at eleven. Don't call after that or Dad will..." He paused. "How do I put this?... Let's say people won't be waking up."
"Damn, your dad like a murderer or something?" Says the child of a killer who many people fear. She said to herself.
"He's just a...misunderstood guy." Vann refused to meet her gaze.
"My dad's kinda social recluse." She gave him a smirk. Vann finally met her gaze and gave her a smile. That smile scared her. She'd seen photos of Jeff the Killer from Bing, Google, and That creepy insane smile...Vann smiled just like that. Fortunally, it didn't last long as the bell for lunch rung. His smile turned back into his cold frown.
"See you tomorrow, Gabriel." He stood and left with the rest of the class... Did they just have a civilized conversation? After her little bout of aggression?
"That's just fucked up..."
A/N: I hope it's okay for a spur of the moment story. If I get good feedback, I'll continue it until the end of it.
So. give me your oppinions. I'll consider woking on it some tomorrow if I can.
Good day/night.
~Slender's Oldest
