LOOK A JEFF THE KILLER FAN FIC. YAY ME.

Ugh, stupid murderer is growing on me. .-. I don't know how much of the JTK fanbase I can find on here...hopefully I can find enough. *sigh*

Anyway, if you need help hearing Jeff's voice, go look up The Seer series on YouTube by Madame Macabre. I love that voice for Jeff.

So...yeah. This is a sort of prologue. I think the rest of the story is going to be in Jeff's point of view. I don't know if this is going to be Jeff X OC yet, so pls don't ask me...we will see, now won't we?

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The sun was sinking lower and lower. The sky bled yellow and crimson as the daylight died. Wisps of gray clouds darted past the trees. A storm was coming. The smell was strong in the air. As if in response to such an observation, lightning snapped at the edge of the forest. The tall strands golden grass waved to the storm, as though beckoning it closer as woman might to her lover that has been gone awhile.

There was a flash of white. She turned her head. Her hair was a rich dark brown, nearly black. The light caught it, making it blaze like a demon's fire. It waved slowly in the small breeze, blending in with the darkness and shifting shadows behind her. She narrowed her blue eyes at the target. A doe had stepped into the gold field. She smiled behind the facemask that covered her pale face. This one was young. There would be more.

She watched the sun sink lower. As darkness crept across the sky, the deer became less wary and tiptoed through the grass freely. Standing slowly, she tucked her fiery hair into the mask she wore. Her arm reached out and picked up her bow. It was loaded with a dangerous arrow, a fixed broad head glistening in the pale light. An old salt and pepper doe was wandering close. She shivered and pressed against the young sapling. The doe lifted her head in the direction of the girl, large eyes seeming to stare right at her. She caught her breath; she was barely breathing. Seconds felt like hours.

The old deer lowered its head and munched on the golden grass. She drew back her bow, closing her left eye and staring down the arrow with her right. A smirk pulled at her lips behind the mask and a primitive hunger flickered in her eye. She released.

A loud cracking sound let her know the arrow had ripped into the doe. Blood was pouring from her heart and lungs as she sprinted from one edge of the field, crashing in the dirt before she could reach the other edge. Her body flailed and thrashed for a few seconds before going still. The other deer had fled the scene, stumbling around the woods as they escaped.

Silence blanketed the field. With a grin, she ripped the camouflage mask off of her face, revealing sun kissed skin. She shouldered her backpack, keeping her bow in hand. She followed the red spatters and retrieved the blood-soaked arrow, sliding it back into her quiver. Her eyes were filled with malicious glee. She tossed back her head and howled, mimicking the sliding silver sounds of a she-wolf. A nearby lone wolf howled back in praise, hearing the sound of a successful hunt in her song. She grinned and sauntered over to the dead doe. The deer was big, but still slender. Without missing a beat, she had the bow strung cross-body over her chest. She picked up the doe's back legs and started dragging her away.

As she started down the road to the hunting camp, she felt eyes on her. Unblinking eyes. She dropped the doe's legs and reached into her boot, pulling out a large knife. She turned in the direction of the stare, expecting to see a wolf staring at her.

It wasn't a wolf. But it was definitely something.

Two eyes locked on her. They were big, wide eyes. The pupils were tiny, shrouded in barely-there silver irises. Those two eyes seemed to glow. She bared her teeth and narrowed her own eyes.

"Come on out, asshole!" she yelled. Those eyes just tilted. "Don't fucking stare at me, come on if you're gonna, you fucking jerkoff!"

The eyes rolled, but she could see the anger permeating the carelessness. She clutched the knife tightly, shifting her weight from foot to foot. She clenched and unclenched her other, sweat beading on her palm in anger and slight fear.

Finally, the owner of the eyes disappeared. She wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. She slid the knife back in her boot slowly, as if she didn't want to put it away. She snatched the bloody doe up and carried the dead weight as best as she could to the camp. Over the years of carrying deer she'd gotten stronger, but she was still struggled. She threw the doe down on the concrete. Sighing, she strung up the doe by the tendons in its back legs. She slipped out the knife in the opposite boot and used the hooked end to swiftly rip the skin away from the muscle. She pulled it off; she flipped the blade around and gutted the deer with a smile.

After much pondering about what cuts of meat to take, she settled on the back straps, both hind legs and several slabs for steaks. She took the meat and started to put it in freezer bags when that same cold stare left her back burning.

With a soft growl, she spun around. She snatched up her bow, loading and drawing it in one swift motion. She aimed the arrow between those glowing eyes.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" she snapped, her fingers itching to let go of the string. Something held her back. This thing was here for a reason. It hadn't attacked yet, so maybe it wasn't planning to.

"I just think you need to sleep more," it said in a masculine, smooth voice. The voice had a sharp edge to it. It was laced with an inhuman, insane sound. The voice was tainted by evil giggles and blood. She backed away from the sound of the voice. Glowing, crazy eyes and the voice of a madman…she reached down and snatched out her other knife, holding them both out. She shuffled nervously. Suddenly the eyes disappeared. She blinked in confusion.

"Don't be so scared. I just want to make you beautiful…" He smelled like bleach and blood. However, his breath smelled like…Pepsi?

She whipped around, slashing at the air. But he was already gone. Her eyebrows slid together in pure confusion.

"I'll be back," called the voice ominously. She turned again. Her eyes locked on a figure running through the woods. In no time, he had melted into the thick, dark pines that extended far past the property line.

"What the fuck?"

Shivering, she slid the knives back into her boots. As she tossed the deer carcass towards a known wolf den, her eyes kept darting around to look for those eyes. Her body wouldn't stop shaking even as she climbed into her truck and drove away.

The burning feeling in her back never went away.