(Lyann's POV)
I woke up with a jump, my alarm blaring in my ear. I reached over to my bedside table, my eyes not even open. I patted around and didn't find it anywhere. It was still ringing, loud and obnoxious. "God, where is it?!" I sat up and gasped when I came face to face with the male from last night. He was couching over my legs, holding the wireless alarm clock in his hand. "C-cut that crap off" I reached for it but he pulled it away and switched it off, dropping it on the bed. I was breathing a little heavy, my heart pounding. Not because of him, but because I woke with such a jump. I looked up at the male and he was staring at me blankly. I looked down, seeing a knife in his hand. When I looked back up his smile already carved into his face grew wider.
"Time to finish last night." He whispered and I gulped. Now my heart was beating fast because of the way he looked at me, my chest rising and falling quicker than before. He looked like some crazed animal that was about to dig his teeth into his prey. I let out a light and stained laugh but I quieted when I was pushed back. He was over me, something cold pressing against my neck. I stared up at him, my eyes wide and full of fear, simply because I didn't want to die. His face didn't really scare me. I used to see a lot worse around my dad and his work. I needed to think of something that would distract him, and fast. "A-ah, but, wouldn't it be a shame to pass up free breakfast?" I smiled up at him, and I knew that my face was as innocent as a child's.
Just then a gurgle came from his stomach and his lips thinned out in frustration. Damn that looks hot. I shivered and shook my head. No, no. What the hell Lyann? I kept my smile despite feeling nervous and fearful. Eventually the cold blade was removed from my neck and the stranger got off of me. I sat up and rubbed my neck, letting out a relieving sigh. I watched him as he turned towards me, his face full of irritation and anger. "Well hurry the fuck up." I jumped and glared at him. "I need a shower first. I always shower first." I was pushing the sheets off of me and I got up, going to my closet to get out fresh underwear, dark blue jeans, a black sweater, a gray scarf. I turned to see the male glaring at me harder.
"It will take me a few moments." I reassured him as I walked over to the bathroom and shut the door, being sure to lock it. I normally wasn't used to having to do so but even I knew better than to leave the door unlocked with a strange male in the house that obviously wanted my blood. I didn't know why, but to each their own I guess. I started the water as I took off my pajamas from the night before and put them in the laundry hamper. The white tiles were cold on my feet so I stood on the grey rug that was beside the glass encased shower. I looked across to the mirror above the small counter and sink. I let down my chestnut brown hair, throwing the band on the center before I looked back into the mirror. My hair was so plain, straight and had barely any form to it. Maybe I should die it, or get some highlights.
I pushed the thought aside for now and got into the shower, smiling as the hot water ran over me. I wet my hair before using shampoo and conditioner together. It was faster and just as effective for me. I then washed my body really quick with my 'pomegranate paradise' body wash. I stepped out and grabbed my first towel, swinging my hair over my head and wrapping it up. Then I used a second towel to dry off my body. A loud banging was on the door and I couldn't help but laugh. My, he's quite impatient. "Hold on just another minute I'm almost done." I giggled some more while I got dress. May moist hair fell around my shoulders when I let it out of the towel. After hanging up the towels I went to the door, letting out a sigh before I opened it, seeing him leaning against the wall right where the door opened.
His shaggy hair fell around his face as he looked over to me and I looked down, noticing his clothes, still covered in blood and holed up. "Why don't you shower while I cook, I have some clothes that may fit you." I left the bathroom door open as I went back to my closet and pulled out gray sweat pants and a black shirt, both of them obviously big for me. "These should work." I smile and he ripped them from my hand and slammed the bathroom door. "Just leave your clothes in the floor I'll sew them and wash them tonight." I called and heard him grunt. That made me laugh again, then I remembered I needed to be gone before he got back. I went ahead and packed my book bag and put on my black leather boots and took my bag with me to the kitchen before starting breakfast.
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(Jeff's POV)
I looked around the bathroom after I started the water. A fruity and warm scent filled my nose and it made me feel annoyed. It was so girly and feminine. The bathroom wasn't much, plain and normal. Not a single stain in sight. Maybe I should kill her in here. Her blood splattering on the walls, coating them and her body in red; It made me smile. I ripped off my clothes and looked at my body, seeing the bandages. I unwrapped them and threw them in the trash, each wound from the night before were completely gone. I stepped into the shower and closed the glass door behind me. I turned the water as hot as it would go, enjoying the way it scorched my body. I let out a heavy sigh as I leaned against the wall of the shower, relaxing as I let the boiling hot water consume me...
After what seemed like a good while I looked at the soaps. There were so many and all of them except the shampoo and conditioner looked like girly scents. I growled and quickly washed myself, using the shampoo to clean off the dried blood from my body. I turned the water off and stepped out, looking to see the two damp towels. I shrugged, seeing that they were the only two, and used one to dry myself off, ruffling my hair in the process. When I looked in the mirror it was jagged and pointing in sporadic directions. I got dressed and stepped out of the bathroom, turning the light off before I walked into the living room.
The smell of food filled my nose now, but the apartment was unnervingly silent. He felt a scowl cover his face as he quickly paced to the kitchen, stopping when no one was there, but a plate of food awaited him and a note. "Damnit!" He yelled and punched the frame, making a small indent in the wall. "Fuck her." He strode to the table and looked down at the note:
Hello stranger,
I hope you enjoy the food~
I don't have work tonight so I'll
be home later after classes.
Make yourself at home and try to rest.
You still have those wounds, you know?
Lyann
Her neat and almost cutesy hand writing made me snarl. I crumpled up the paper and sat down, taking a bite of the eggs that were on the plate. It was still warm, I must of just missed her. I grumbled something and even I didn't know what I said. I just stuffed down the food before putting the plastic plate in the sink along with hers that was from before. I left them there untouched as I shuffled back into the living area. I looked at the TV and saw several game systems hooked up: Xbox 360, game cube, playstation 3 and even a nintendo 64. She must be a serious gamer. I smiled, thinking about getting her the haunted Majora's Mask. Oh now fun it would be to watch her get frustrated with the events and tricks that BEN would play on her. He sat back and started the Xbox and started playing Halo3.
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(Lyann's POV)
I let out a heavy sigh as I got on the bus. I knew I had just barely missed him myself. I was closing the front door as he was opening the bathroom door. I felt my face get pink as I raised my hand to my neck, gulping again and remembering the look he was giving me. He really wanted to kill me, but it seemed that as long as I kept distracting him with reasons to keep me alive for the moment he would back down. Eventually I would run out of things to say. Hopefully I can get him out of my home before then. I knew by now he was a killer, though I had no idea how experienced he was. I would have to research him when I got to school in the library...
My first class that morning was quite boring. History. I hated the subject, I didn't know any reason for it. Of course I knew things that were important. General topics about other countries, wars and massacres. Those were the only things that really interested me, surprisingly. Well, what else would be expected of the daughter of a mafia boss. Oh, yeah I guess I'm not that normal after all. I'm not all that much different because of it though. I just didn't get to see my dad a lot growing up, but I know he loves me and my mom.
Finally my first class was over. I had an hour until my next class on my schedule so I headed to the library, ready to do some snooping on the stranger in my home. I didn't know his name, but I sure knew what he looked like. After I got settled down at the computer desk I logged in with my student information. I was glad that there were walls up that kept privacy. I opened the browser and went to Google, typing in the male's description. Black hair, pale face, smile cut into cheeks, no eye lids. I couldn't control the small shivers that went through my body. It wasn't one of discomfort though. What was it that made me shiver as I pictured his face? The carved smile, his lips and his eyes all gathered into this ghastly sight, but it didn't bother me. I actually quite liked it. I pressed enter on the key board.
The first thing that came up was a Creepypasta website. "Creepypasta?" I questioned under my breath as I clicked and it pulled up a profile of "Jeff the Killer". It showed a picture that kinda had the same concept, but it didn't match the true beauty of his face. What a horrible thing, it almost would be offensive for me if I was him. I read a little bit of the page. It talked about him being bullied, then his brother was blamed for beating them up. That was kind of his brother to take the heat, but I didn't have any siblings nor was I ever bullied. Everyone was too afraid to bully me, talk to me for even that matter. I wouldn't know what any of this felt like. I kept reading, growing happy that his brother returned home, but those stupid bullies came back. I felt myself grow angry, it was like I was on an emotional roller coaster. I went on, seeing that Jeff had killed the bullies. He was set on fire by the last one, and that made me gasp, causing several harsh "shhhhh"s.
I jumped and felt my face grow warm. I didn't realize how I was moving closer to the screen as I settled back down in my chair. This was all horrible. I read the last bit, seeing that he went insane, doing the cuts in his cheeks and burning his eye lids off, then killed his family. Oh my. My eyes widened and my hand moved over my mouth. I couldn't believe this, but he did go insane. He couldn't control himself. I closed my eyes for a moment before closing out the browser and logging out. I had no idea. This is bad. Should I be worried? Of course I should be, but part of me isn't worried at all. I sighed as I fought with myself inside my mind, walking to my math class. I hated math too. I hated school in general. The only classes I liked were science. I know, math is in science, but its different for me. This day would be so long but at least I didn't have work on the days I went to school...
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"I'm done!" I shout in excitement as I stood up once my teacher dismissed the class, my last one for today. A few classmates looked at me strangely and I smiled sheepishly at them. "Hey." an Irish male voice was behind me and I turned around. "Oh hey." I saw a blonde hair boy in front of me. He had a stubble across his pointed jaw, and the deepest blue eyes that shined like gems. "I was looking for a study group. Anatomy can be pretty hard." He chuckled a little and ruffled his hair, obviously nervous. I smiled sweetly at him, finding it strange for a boy to be so nervous. I had been around strong and tough men my whole life almost forgot that there were males that could be soft spoken and shy. "Sure, that would be great. I took anatomy in high school so I already know a lot of this stuff." I tried not to sound like I was bragging, just stating the facts. I grew still when he grabbed my hands, smiling big at me.
"That's great. I'll be counting on you then." He leaned down and pecked my cheek before straightening back up. I could hear him laugh at my face, and I knew that I was blushing. I should have been used to it. The mafia family was always so close, I got kisses on my cheek all the time. But I could sense that his intentions where different than a friendly greeting. "Oh, I'm Cassius by the way." He introduced himself and bowed a little. The class room was empty now but there wasn't another class coming in so we stayed there. "My name is Lyann. It's nice to meet you." I laughed a little quietly and pulled out my phone, looking at the time. "Why don't you give me your number, I have to head home for now." He was all smiles as he gave me his number and I put it in, saving his name. I didn't have many contacts in my phone. I had a number for everyone in my mafia family, and now Cassius. It was odd but I would get used to it.
"Anyways," he started, making me turn my attention back to him. "I'll look and see if anyone else wants to join in and let you know. I'll talk to you later." I nodded and was about to just turn but then he kissed my cheek again. I huffed and he chuckled, seeing my grow pink all over again. "Bye." I mumbled quietly before grabbing my bag and rushing out, wondering why I was feeling so horrible for having that boy show me so much affection...
