(Lyann's POV)
I stretched, my arms extending above my head and a small groan escaped my lips. I relaxed and patted my hands, letting out a sigh, my brown hair shaking in my short ponytail "I'm finally finished unpacking, thank god."
I just moved into my new apartment today. The first of my freshman year of college is tomorrow and I'm a thousand miles away from home, but my parents wanted me to go to the best school I could get into. It was nice as I looked around, even though it was a small studio styled room. There was no room separated other than the bathroom and my closet. I had hung up beautiful dark gray curtains with black swirls etched into the fabric to separate my bed from the rest of the room. It allowed privacy, though I wasn't sure from what since I was living alone.
After I stood around and admired my new home I looked at my phone, gasping when I saw the time. "5:40?! My shift starts in twenty minutes! What the hell!" I shouted as I ran to my closet, digging for my work clothes before ripping off the current ones I had on. I was dressed and running out the door only five minutes later, not even bothering to lock it. I didn't have a car yet, so running was my only option since I missed the bus that took people to the more populated area of the town, also where my school was.
By the time I reached my work I was sweating and panting. I was late, my manager looking frustrated with me as I came through the door. I apologized and clocked in, about to go out to start seeing what I needed to do but he stopped me and made me calm down and go clean up first. It was only after that I got to do my first job ever, taking orders and taking food to tables. How exciting, I know.
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It was ten o'clock when I clocked out, letting out a big sigh. It was a hectic job but apparently I did good because I got a good amount of tips. If I kept this up I would be rolling in money, and a vacation would be in store. I smiled and waved by to my co-workers before walking out the door, suddenly shivering with the sudden chill of the fall air. I did not expect this, or I would of brought a jacket. I wasn't sure how far along the bus would be so I walked home, holding my arms tightly around myself to try to stay warm.
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(Jeff's POV)
I paused, listening. I was on the outskirts of the forest, out for my nightly hunt when I heard something behind me. It wasn't long until after I stopped I heard a feminine chuckle.
I let out an annoyed sigh, turning to see her. "What the hell do you want, Jane?"
The girl chuckled again, pulling her knife up to point at me. "You know damn well what I want."
Suddenly Jane was on me, but I grabbed her arm just in time before the blade pierced my shoulder. I cursed as we both tumbled on the ground, her ending up on top. I wrestled with her for a moment until she spat in my face, the saliva landing in my eye. I screamed in anger because I couldn't blink it away so I instinctively used the sleeve of my hoodie. Then there was a sharp pain in my gut, making me grunt as I moved and looked down, seeing blood pooling and staining the white.
"Damnit, Jane!" I grabbed her and threw her off of me, her knife going with her. I was up but she was faster, and I was barely able to miss as the blade when across my arm. I'm really off my game tonight I thought as I grabbed her head from behind, pushing her face first into the ground. She screeched and struggled against my grip before I smashed her head again, making her cry out more. I laughed out but it turned into another yell as she stabbed my calf. I was so focused on pounding her head I forgot to notice her arms. She pulled the blade down, making me scream while it cut down my leg, blood oozing out. I clenched her head tighter but she knocked me back before running away. "What the hell." I mumbled. She always ran away at the most random times.
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(Lyann's POV)
I was nearly home, the sidewalk close to the edge of the houses and apartment complexes. The streets were dark other than the street lights, that only illuminated every other square of pavement. I let out a sigh, my body shaking with how cold I was now. I froze, hearing a shriek from the dark of the trees. I slowly turned my head towards the woods. There wasn't any building nearby as my brown eyes peered in, wondering if it was just my imagination. I started walking again but then I heard another cry, making me stop and turn my whole body towards the trees. I felt my heart speed up slightly, afraid for what may of lied in the darkness, but what if there was someone hurt? I couldn't leave them.
I slowly made my way into the woods, being sure to stay in one general direction so I wouldn't get lost. A white form came into view in the blackness, and it seemed like they were limping. "H-hello?" I called out quietly, afraid to break through the quiet. The person's face shot up at me, and I couldn't really see their face clearly, but I could tell there was a dark line twisting into their cheeks. They moved slow towards me, and once they were within a few feet I noticed that he was male, and covered in blood.
"Oh my god, are you alright?" I rushed towards him and held him up. His breaths were shallow and I gasped when I finally saw his face in full detail. His eyes were empty looking, other than his black iris that seemed to glare down at me with a deep hatred even though we had never met before. His hood was pulled over his black shaggy hair, and the line on his face looked like a carving into his flesh. I shook my head, his appearance shouldn't be my main concern. "Here let me help." I said softly but I found myself being pushed down, him to the side of me on his hands and knees.
"Go to-" I put my hand over his mouth "Shut up, you shouldn't be talking." His eyes seemed to widen, if they even could, as I sat up and took off my over shirt, leaving me in a thin white tank top. I saw there was a knife on the ground, and not wanting to question it and the blood on it I picked it up. The male started to say something but I silenced him again "Take off your hoodie, we can't wait to dress your wounds." I was using the blade to cut up my shirt while I spoke, making it into strips so they could wrap around his wounded areas.
I was surprised when I looked up, seeing he had minded me. I started wrapping up his arm, tying off the cloth before moving to his leg. I realized I didn't have enough for his stomach so I gave him the rest of what was left of my shirt. "Put pressure on your stomach and get up." I was up before him, offering to help him up but he shoved me away. I looked away when he turned an evil glare at me. "Come on." I mumbled before picking up the knife that was on the ground. He limped behind me, and I could feel his cold eyes on me as we walked to my apartment.
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(Jeff's POV)
I looked up when I heard a girl's voice. If I didn't know any better I would of thought she was some angel sent to take my life. I had lost so much blood but that didn't slow me down. I wasn't going to die that easy. My kill had come to me tonight, how great. I was smiling as she ran up to me, getting my knife ready. I ignored her words and was about to grab her but I lost my footing with my bad leg, both of us falling. I tried to take my chance to end it, but as soon as I got the two words out she was silencing me. I was stunned, dropping my knife to the grass under us. Did she just touch me? She's so fucking bossy.
I let it go, I can kill her later. I watched her as she worked on fixing me up, thinking of how pointless it was because I was already healing. I would be better by tomorrow. Human's just didn't know any better. I obeyed all of her commands, waiting to see what she would do. She was an interesting girl, helping a complete stranger with a blooded body and clearly deranged face.
I followed her with a hidden smile while we walked to her home, excited that my new prey was just leading me to her humble home, almost like offering herself up on a platter. She looked so young I assumed she still lived with family, and I wondered how many would be home for me to kill. I was surprised again when we walked to an small apartment complex. She was on the first floor, her door and windows hidden from the main parking lot in front of the building. She was here alone, I realized. Even better.
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(Lyann's POV)
Once we got to my place I made him sit down in the kitchen, throwing the bloody knife in the sink before going through the medicine cabinet. I grabbed disinfectants and the sort and more sterile wraps before going back to him, ignoring the way he looked at me. It was like he was a savage animal, wanting to dig his teeth in me and tear me apart. Maybe it was just his eyes, or maybe I really could read his mind.
He sucked in his breath when I poured the alcohol on his arm. "Oh shut up" I scolded him as I poured more, this time he didn't make a sound. I wiped off any remaining blood or dirt before wrapping the clean bandage around it. Then I moved to his leg, squatting down and folding the leg of his pants up. It was a deep gash, but it didn't seem as bad as it should have been. There was so much blood, how was he even still conscious? I pulled his pants leg back down before standing. "Take off your shirt." I waited for him to obey me before I dabbed the cloth in alcohol, trying to ignore how toned his muscles were and how pale his skin was. I pressed the damp cloth to his stomach where a hole was. Again this one didn't look as bad as it should have been. It was like it was already healing.
Once I was done I threw all the blooded things away and put up the alcohol. When I turned back around he had his shirt back on and was staring at me. I shivered, looking in his eyes for a brief moment before looking away. "You can crash here for tonight" I started, realizing how that sounded I added "You should be resting so you can heal better." I walked out of the kitchen area before retiring to my bed, closing the gap in the curtains. "Goodnight." I called before I grabbed some pj's and went into the bathroom, being sure I locked the door. After a quick shower I laid down in bed, my apartment completely silent. I wasn't sure if he was even still here or not, but I was so tired it didn't take long for my racing mind to quiet into a peaceful sleep.
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(Jeff's POV)
When she was finally done playing doctor I continued to keep my cold eyes on her, trying to figure out why she was so open to a stranger. She kept throwing me off guard and commanding me like I was some dog. I didn't like it, and it made me want to kill her all the more, but I also wanted to learn about her. Why was she so willing to trust me? I didn't say goodnight back to her and I stood when she disappeared behind the curtains. I grabbed my knife from the sink and pocketed it, looking around the living area and kitchen. It was a simple design, nothing too eye popping or crazy. Soft grays and whites mixed in with black bases. She seemed to like more neutral colors than bright.
I sat down on the couch before laying back and spreading out, listening intently to her movements. I heard a door open and close, figuring she had come out of the bathroom. I laid there still and quiet, for some reason my eyes started getting heavy. No, I have to stay awake. I rubbed my face but nothing worked as I stared up at the ceiling. Eventually I gave in, pulling one of the throw pillows over my face.