Have you ever felt love? We all have our opinions on the subject and mine is different than others. Love is not a strong deadly thing, its an emotion. Its not the greatest thing in the world, its just a lovely feeling. Its not an emotion that means the world is going to end when its over...its just there for a while.

What I used to think of love was completely different it used to be magic to me I wanted it all the time I craved it, but that was before, before I met him. Before I met him he was my nightmare come true. He was the last person I wanted to fall in love with. He is probaly your nightmare to he is Jeff the killer. Our story begins on a dark night in a place that smelled of mysery and death. Let the story of the one thing that was just there begin.

I was walking through semytary trying to visit my aunt's grave, and replace the flowers when I saw him. He was crying and holding a vodka bottle. He looked like he was normal from the back. When saw him I some how felt an instant compasion for the drukenen man I walked up to him, and sat beside him on my knees and said,"I know it hurts to lose someone I lost my aunt my mother and my father."

I couldn't see his face in the dark light and his hair didn't help. He was still crying so I began to talk again "I'm Jordan by the way."

"I'm Jeff" he managed to say under his crying vioce.

"Well Jeff I know you've probaly think you've had enough to drink, but would you like to get one I'll pay."

"That sounds nice, but I have a question."

"Go ahead."

"Do you have troble going to sleep? You like you don't get enough."

"Lately I haven't I'm preaty much trying to stay awake to get over some things."

Jeff stood up and I saw his face everything from his smile to his wide dark eyes. As fear pullesed through my body he held up a knife he was going to kill me. He didn't though instead he dropped the knife, and fell into my arms. He wasn't trying to find comfort he just fainted. I didn't know what to do I knew who he was I knew he could kill me, but I didn't want to leave him there. So I got him to stand on his drunken feet we stumbled all the way to my car I put him in the passenger's seat, and I covered him with a blanket. I began to drive to my house I kept looking at him every chance I could. I'm crazy I have killer in my car and I'm taking him home with me I thought. When we got to my house I got him out of the car, and we stumbled to the living room I got him onto the couch and covered him up with a blanket. I walked to my room and fell into my bed and fell asleep with the hope that he would never wake up, and that he would die of alcohal piosoning. Thats what I wanted most in the world. I woke up the next morning, and Jeff was in my kitchen washing of his knife. I mindlessly walked out of my room hopeing he wouldn't hear me, but he did he stepped over looked at me, and his smile got a little widder."So how did you sleep?"

"I slept fine."

"Quit looking at me like your I'm your prey. I'm not. Now please don't kill me please.''

"I won't, but I like your house."

"Thanks"

"Do you want a ride home."

"Yes thank you."

We walked out, and got into my car, and we began to drive to his house.

End of chapter.