I clenched my teeth together as the voices came closer accompanied by footsteps. Jeff's eyes were trained on the window, I couldn't help but stare into them.
Where the color of his irises should have been was a soft milky white, only his pupils were present. Traveling, my eyes took in how faintly...beautiful he was? His cheek bones were high and slightly hollowed. His jaw-line was sharp, all together he almost resembled a man of made of expensive china.
"Hey! Ov'r here!" A deep voice echoed back to others, a flashlights' beam poured through the window. Jeff pushed me to lay down with one arm still keeping his hand over my mouth. He lightened his grasp on my mouth, fully conscious of trying not to hurt me.
His knee was between my legs and he was pressed so close my heart began to speed up. The knife in his hoodie pocket pressing against my stomach softly made me aware of my situation again. This was no time to have feelings like this sway me. He obviously is a maniac. Why else would he be hiding away in this place..but then again... Was I so different?
The door our sides were against began to jingle. Removing his hand, Jeff reached up to the lock and flicked it. Returning his hand to lay beside my head, he looked at me. "Stay here, cover your ears and don't look out the window." He whispered, commanding me to stay.
Lifting himself up he scurried down the hall of the main room of where we had resided. I watched him disappear into the dark.
Click!
Another door? A back door? "Hey! Who're you?" A snap of twigs and leaves. "Aren't ya gonna talk? Take your hood off." More snapping. "Why are you here?" The animalistic tone was back. This time it sounded more angry than before.
"We don't need to answer to a kid like you! Have you seen a girl? Black hair, red frilly Girly-lookin' dress?" The voices all mumbled. "And I have to answer to redneck white-trash like you? I think you need to GO TO SLEEP!" Jeff hollered. More snapping that signified him running.
Bam!
Gunshots? Oh my god, Jeff! I couldn't bare myself to move, "Ugh!" Something hit the ground, more thuds more gunshots. Then all was quiet. "Dammit." Slow crunches came close. And the door was hit repeatedly, "Open it Natalie, they're gone." I popped up and unlocked the door.
"Jeff! Are you okay?" I looked at him, his hoodie acquired more blood splatters. "Fine." He pushed past me. Why was I so worried about him? "What did you do?" He flipped an upturned chair right side up and sat down. I stood there. "Christ, okay how old are you?" He grabbed a near by foot stool, pulling it close and motioned for me to sit down. "I'll be 18 in 4 days."
"Jail bait, huh? As I asked before, What Did You Do?" I sat, beginning the story, his eyes never left me. When I came to the part of the part where burning things felt so enjoyable, a tear left my eye. He leaned close and wiped it away, how he saw it so easily in the dark I had no idea. "You're ashamed of killing, Little Lamb?"
"It's Natalie! N-A-T-A-L-I-E! And I suppose that's so." His brow furrowed. "No one ever even dares raise their voice to me, humph. I guess I'll have to break you of your shame..." He places his hand on top of my head. "Je-Jeff?" I stuttered. He pulled close. "Do you know my full title in your town? Across the country?"
He can't be...No..."I'm Jeff The Killer, Jeff the -motherfucking- killer." All the memories of the stories flooded into my mind. He killed his family, he kills people, he's...he's real. My eyes widened. "You didn't recognize me? Well I guess my legend isn't all that popular anymore. Looks like Slends got the best of things now." Slenderman was real!? Is real!? "Why haven't you killed me yet?" It just bursted out of my mouth. He looked surprised. "I haven't felt the urge to kill you." He sighed and removed his hand from my head, tousling my hair lightly.
With that he got up and ventured down the black hallway again. I heard rustling, and scraping. First emerging from the dark was a sideways mattress with pillows balanced in top and then Jeff pushing it towards the middle of the room. Something like that would make me breathless but he was pushing with one hand and guiding with the other.
Flipping it to lay down he grabbed the pillows and threw them on. He free fell onto the bed and pulled out a .. Sleeping mask? He placed it over his eyes and curled up slightly. "Get your ass over here and sleep, we have to go in the morning, they'll be looking for those men."
I raised myself to stand. Wait! What was I doing? I can't sleep next to a killer! But what choice did I have? I softly padded over and curled myself up facing away from him. Jeff had occupied the very edge of the bed, almost to the point if he shifted, he'd fall off. I hugged the pillow, did he want to give me comfort? I really need to stop thinking like this...
I shivered, becoming fully aware of how cold the Autumn air was. I hugged myself and scrunched my eyes shut tightly. A warm arm snaked it's way around my waist pulling me closer. My eyes shot open as wide as they possibly could. The cold space against my back was replaced by a warm figure, and a hot breath against my neck caused chill bumps to spread over my legs and arms. I let out a squeak. The breath came closer and buried a nose into my hair.
"You smell like orchids." Was whispered into my ear as his breathing evened, like that he was asleep. I felt uncomfortable yet comfortable, I felt scared, yet safe. 'Were the stories about this killer true?' Was my last conscious thought before I too, lulled to sleep.
