Disclaimer: I do not own Jeff the Killer, Slenderman, Ben Drowned, Eyeless Jack, OR Laughing Jack. I DO own Damien, tho.

Song: Slenderman song by zipzipper PUT IT ON REPEAT AND RRR. XD

EDITED

Ew. I'm literally cringing as I fixed this. ug *shudders* And think, i used to wrinkle my nose at my hand written stuff, while writing this….well, now I'm very scared…..

Anyway, I combined the first two official chapters to make them longer.


Damien's P.O.V.

"Damien wake up!" I opened my eyes at my moms voice. "You're gonna be late for your first day of school!"

I sigh and sat up stiffly, trying not to hurt myself, although I did not just wake up, I had just slipped back in through my window to lay down for a few minutes.

Full moons were a blessing and a curse. Curse only because my bones get sore from stretching to inhuman lengths. A blessing just for the thrill of hunting, ripping humans apart, watching their life's blood spray everywhere…

I am the Slenderman. I turned, for some reason, into a tall, faceless being three nights every month, last night being my first. It was painful, and left me so stiff that I felt like a statue trying to move.

I shifted through the many boxes that littered my room looking for something to wear. We just moved from out of state. I laughed as remembered just why we moved. My mom begged Dad to move because of the kill rates in the state were going up considerably every month. Then when I looked up the kill rates for here, since Mom hadn't bothered to, they're worse than where we just came from!

I finally found a black T-shirt, my old, black jacket, and a new pair of black jeans. All which went perfectly with my black, steel toe combat boots with chains crisscrossing around it, along with spikes. I quickly pulled them on, tying up the laces before heading downstairs, taking in my mother's smiling face.

She had blond hair, so bright it almost looked white. Not like my snowy white, but reasonable how I got the color, I even had her sky blue eyes. Thankfully I looked nothing like my dad, who usually had matted, muddy brown hair, a small beer gut, hidden easily with a suit, with unloving grey eyes.

"Leila!" My dad's voice bellowed through the house, (speak of the devil) interrupting what she was about to say. She quickly handed me a plate of pancakes and scurried down the hall.

She had no choice but to obey, or he'll beat her, then me. I wanted to fight back ever since ten years old, since first becoming slenderman. But we can't leave, mom needed the money, and he actually was a good lawyer and was hardly home anymore, constantly on business trips. So thankfully he isn't home enough to hurt Mom, since I started healing fast as a trait from Slenderman.

By the time I was finished eating mom came back out. "He's got another business trip, he'll be back in two days." She sighed.

"I'll wait in the car." I said, rolling my eyes and placing my plate in the dishwasher, picking up my book bag on the way out. I put my headphones in and hit play on my black iPod and blared hollywood undead while reclining the passenger seat, pulling my hood up, propping my feet up on the dashboard, throwing my arm over my eyes. The whole ride I listened to my iPod, noting that the ride was sorta long.

Mom had already registered me into the system so I just needed to get my schedule. I walked Into the office, the secretary smiling when she saw me.

"Damien Patcher?" She asked, shifting through the stacks of paperwork on her desk.

"Yes, thank you." I said as she handed me a schedule and a map.

"I've highlighted the best routs to each class. You just get your trey and sit at lunch, then wait until they dismiss you to continue your day. I will lead you to your first class." She explained, stand in up and walking around the desk.

The day was long, excited students and teachers questioned me all day, I answered the same questions so many times I had a headache. Thankfully at lunch nobody really asked anymore. I just sat down randomly and everyone crowded around me.

This made me miss my old school where people would walk to the other side of the hallway when they saw me coming. I wasn't popular, I was one of the goth kids, yet the one they feared. I missed that reputation already.

"So how is your first day coming along?" Some girl asked me at lunch.

"Fine." I answered politely, mentally rolling my eyes and gritting my teeth.

"Enjoy it while you can, the Killers are going to be back tomorrow." Then she left with no other explanation. The entire table went silent at the name Killers.

"Who are the 'Killers'?" I asked the guy next to me.

"They're the gang." And with that HE left. What the hell was going on?

"They're right now suspended, for getting in a fight. They put the poor kid in the E.R. last month. He was found dead, stabbed to death two days later, hadn't even woke up from the coma yet. It happened around a full thirty days ago." Another girl explained. "He was Jacob's best friend." She said, nodding towards the direction the guy walked off.

That night I laid in my bed, thinking about the kid that got killed. I had looked it up, and it said that it was believed that "Jacob" was killed by Jeff the Killer, as he was supposedly seen in the area that night, along with Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, and Ben Drowned. Not together, though. And I had also learned that there were four, including the leader, in the group "Killers."

I had a strange feeling, though I just brushed it off as fangirls seeing someone who looked kinda like their favorite killer and reported it in.

This time I woke up by myself. I dressed in a black undershirt, over it my black hoody, along with my ripped up black jeans.

"When it gets warmer, you can walk to school." Mom said in the car, flipping the heat on because it had been colder today.

"Mom, you say that, but it's only gonna get colder." I snorted. It was the beginning of October, so I had a few months of riding with her in the car. She simply rolled her eyes.

Today was better, everybody had calmed down, but when I entered, I noticed there were new people in the back of the classroom, although their faces were hidden in hoods. I didn't look back when the teachers asked them to take their hoods down, so I had no clue what they looked like.

When the bell rang for lunch, I was looking down at my phone, reading a text my mother sent me saying that she was going to be gone all day, when I was pushed into the bathroom I was passing. I stumbled, silently cursing how I was easily knocked off my feet because of my tall height, before I turned to see…shit, four hoodies. Each was different, one was pure white, dark green, dark blue, and the last one was white with black stripes.

I clenched my teeth and narrowed my eyes, hunching over dangerously, about to open my mouth to speak when a stall opened and a scrawny male emerged.

"Out!" The white one snarled, the blue and green ones parting enough for the boy to pass through quickly. "You. You're new, aren't you?" He turned to me.

I bared my teeth at them. "What the fuck do you want?" I asked darkly.

"Jeff, he's not normal." The blue one suddenly said.

"What?" The white one, or Jeff, asked, turning to him.

"He's not normal. He has that look in his eyes, the same one you have, along with Ben and LJ.

Jeff snapped his head back at me, seeming to stare since I couldn't see his face. The head tilted, and then came the question, "Last night, did you kill anybody?" He asked bluntly.

I couldn't stop my eyes from widening before narrowing my eyes once more. "Did you?" I shot back.

"Why, yes! I killed at least a dozen people!" The smirk was tangible in his voice, the tone taking a sadistic snarl.

Wait. Jeff, equals Jeff the Killer. LJ,abbreviates Laughing Jack. EJ, abbreviates Eyeless Jack. Ben, is Ben Drowned. It finally clicked into place. The Killers. I wasn't the only one. My feeling was correct, though I really didn't know what the feeling was.

I couldn't help but drop my defenses, straightening my spine, the scowl falling off my face.

"Shit! Look how tall he is!" The green one commented. I smirked at that. "Oh, fuck." He then cursed.

"What?" The one in black and white asked.

"Slenderman." Was all he whispered.

I blinked, when they all immediately pulled down their hoods, following Jeff's lead, who was the first to move.

I had to snap my jaw shut to keep from gasping when I finally saw his face. He was beautiful. I had admitted a long time ago that I was full out gay, upon finding girls repulsive, and yet no one has really caught my attention….at least, until now. Jeff had dark blue eyes that probably made mine look white in comparison, his chocolate brown hair was slicked back out of his face, with a slim frame.

The green one was tiny compared to his friends, with blond hair that seemed to stick out everywhere, including the bangs that nearly completely covered his emerald green eyes. Under his hair, I noticed that his ears were slightly pointed, enough to suggest elven features.

The blue hoodie had bulled back to reveal dark brown curly hair that was parted to one side to keep out of the teen's black eyes, that seemed sightless. If you glanced quickly to and away from him, he looked blind, yet at the same time held a look that could burn into your soul, which I'm guessing is Eyeless Jack, or EJ.

The last one was the stripped one. He had a huge grin on his lips, his light blue eyes, reminding me more of a husky's more than my sky color, his nose was longer than the other's, with his black hair hanging where it pleased, yet somehow tidy.

"What is your name?" Jeff asked, relaxing his stance from when he came in.

"Damien." I said, the rest of my defenses dropped, never to be seen against them, or at least him, again.

They coaxed me into joining lunch with them, and I agreed wholeheartedly. I wanted, for the first time, to be around people my own age. But the thing is, they're not like the others our age, their different, like me.

Apparently, the scrawny boy had run to tell everyone that I was trapped in the bathroom with them, and when I say everyone, I mean the entire Cafeteria went silent when we came in the room, the buzz starting back up when we sat down, in the darkest corner of the room, away from the windows. I was actually eager to answer any questions that they threw at me, answering each one honestly, and even threw some of my own out.

The day passed, and nobody talked to me. Which made me grin and hardly wait for tonight.

Jeff's POV.

Damn, no, it should be Damn when said. I wasn't expecting the new kid to be, not cute, but hot. Although he was easy to pick out of the crowd, for one, he doesn't act like the other half-brains around here. Second, he was tall, with long legs that were outlined perfectly in those black jeans he wore. Then, he has white hair, pure white that looked innocent, but after the scene in the bathroom, his hair gives off the wrong vibes.

All day, because we, apparently, had the exact same schedule, every bloody class, I found myself ogling him, though doubting that it would ever happen. Then I realized something.

"You're awfully quiet." I thought, writing down notes during the last period.

"What, do you want me commenting? I thought you hated that!" My other snapped, but it didn't have the usual fire to it. I know I'm insane, so hearing voices in my head doesn't seem weird to me, but there is the fact that he would talk to me before I first became Jeff the Killer, although he prefers for me to call him "Jay."

"Is something wrong?" I asked. Anything wrong with him, is wrong with me.

"…No. Just…focus, the bell is about to ring." He said, going silent once more.

Just as Jay said it, the bell rang, signaling for the end of the day, and that we were permitted to go home.

I exited the building, waiting under the tree as usual, waiting for the others. I, from the shadow, watched Damien leave the building next, a blond running up and talking to him. I saw the clench of jaw before he answered, and knew that he found Harmony just as annoying.

Then a red car pulled up, and he entered, but his mom, I'm guessing, didn't go right away. And I could hear everything she said, though slightly muffled, and could see her perfectly.

"She's cute, interested?" She smiled, not moving the car.

"Ew! Mom!" He complained. "You know I don't like girls!" My eyes widened, slightly at that little insight. Maybe there was a chance. At that moment our eyes locked, I felt a spark travel through my body and down my spine. His mother gasped silently.

"What about him, then?" She asked.

"MOM!" He cried, his eyes shutting as a blush came to his cheeks. "Why are we still here?!" I had looked away, but heard the car move away as the continued their argument.

"Whaaat are you doing?" LJ said, suddenly in my ear, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, nearly jumping.

"Daydreaming." I answered, looking at the other two who were against the tree holding hands.

"Yaaaaa you were, then why were you looking at Damien's car?" He asked slyly, a smirk gracing his lips.I narrowed my eyes, how did he know who's…"I was talking to him and watched him get in." I rolled my eyes and started walking with them hot on my heels. It was starting to get colder, so this was probably the last time we could walk.

Damien's POV

As soon as I got home, I went upstairs and passed out. Mom had said something about being gone for the rest of the day, so I was home alone.

I woke up around the time the sun was setting, quickly doing the easy sheet of paper from english. Then I went downstairs, hearing heavy breathing coming from my parent's room, meaning my mom was home and asleep as well. I went to the kitchen, eating a sandwich before going back up to my room to wait. Around ten, I felt that tingle, the only warning I got. I quickly got up, stumbling slightly, realizing I didn't have a lot of time, I opened my window and jumped out. I landed on my feet, but falling to my knees when the pain started. My mind started to scream "RUN" and in my pain-induced state, I followed my instincts, the pain fueling my legs into an all out bolt that had me in the forest behind our house in seconds.

I finally tripped in a clearing and couldn't get up, clenching my teeth to hold off the screams that threatened to erupt. I felt my face shift and disappear, becoming faceless. Finally, the pain dulled away, leaving me with the echoes that racked my body. Eventually, even those faded away, allowing me to stand tall, at my full height of about nine feet tall.

At the other end of the clearing, were figures, breaking through the tree line as I stood up.


Okaaayyyy this waaaaasss suppose to be done last week ^.^" I got side tracked and actually wrote more Submit to Me, Dovahkiin more than I even touched this, and I feel bad about that, which is partly why this is technically 2 chapters instead of 1.

I hope it was better than the original

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