I stepped off the bus, looking down the sidewalk that went towards my house. I wondered if Jeff was even still there. I was a little worried that I wouldn't be able to come up with something this time to keep him from killing me. Hopefully he wouldn't be there, and then I could just lock him out. My body was dragging as I went to my home, watching the sky slowly turn more orange and golden as the sun was getting lower in the sky. I lived in a pretty nice area, it was mostly homes and apartments surrounded by a forest.

I jumped when my phone rang and I looked down, seeing that it was my dad calling. I answered "Hey daddy. What's up?"

"Hey sweety. I'm doing good just trying to deal with customers, you know?" His deep voice chuckled and it made her smile. She could only imagine his voice dealing with deadly men only to come home and sing his baby girl to sleep years ago. She wondered how such a dangerous man could love so deeply.

"Yes, at least you're doing well. How's mom and the boys?"

He said that they was doing good, and then talked about how much they missed her. He was then quiet a moment. "Though we did lose one. Neal, remember him?"

I was quiet as I approached my door. Yes, I remembered him. Me and him had a thing for each other for a little while, but he cut me off saying he didn't want to end up dead by my father. That was such a bitch move. "Y-yes. I hate to hear that he's gone." I was so used to losing people, so the new knowledge didn't hurt as much as it should have. I opened the door and the house was empty causing me to let out a relieving sigh, shutting the door and locked it.

"How's school going?" My father asked me as went around the apartment and locked the few windows.

"It was good. I met a boy and started a study group for anatomy. History and Math were boring as always." I heard her father 'ooo' at the mention of a boy and I couldn't help but blush. "Dad it's not like that." I lied, even though it totally was. At least for the boy it was, I was still unsure about his kisses.

"Well just let daddy know if anything happens. You know I'll be there to kill him if I have too." This made me laugh as I settled myself down on the couch and turned on the TV, watching the news come on about an unknown serial killer, not doubting that it was Jeff.

"Thanks dad. Well I'm going to go, I have to get dinner going and start on some assignments." I paused as I watched a camera crew take the viewers a tour through a blooded and torn apart home. "Tell mom I love her, and I love you."

"Sure thing, I love you too, sweet heart."

I hung up the phone and let out another sigh before turning the TV to some cartoons. I turned up the volume before walking into the kitchen and looked around for something to eat. I decided on Alfredo, pulling out all I needed. I put the water in a pot and set it on the stove so it can start to boil before I turned to cut up the chicken. During the last cut I jumped and lifted my finger.

"Ow." I whined, watching the blood flow down. "Dang it." I mumbled before turning on the water and washing the raw chicken off the cut so it wouldn't get infected with anything. I nearly screamed as a pale hand reached around me and grabbed my wrist, a body pushing my own into the counter. "J-Jeff" I stuttered and he looked down at me.

"Where did you learn my name?" He glared at me before looking back at my finger. I noticed his face was covered in blood splatter, as was his clothing I let him borrow.

"I did some research while I was at scho-" I stopped as my finger went into his mouth. I felt the wetness and pressure as he sucked, making my face turn pink. His unblinking eyes looked down on me and his smile grew as his lips curled upwards, amused by my reaction. After a moment he pulled away. "I'm going to go shower."

My body was frozen like a deer staring down the barrel of a gun, watching him turn and walk away. "W-wait!" He stopped and looked back. "How the hell did you get in here?" I was dumb founded, I know I locked everything up.

"A killer never tells his secrets."

He was gone around the corner and I heard the bathroom door shut. My heart was beating crazy and I fell to my knees, looking down at my pink finger. The small cut wasn't bleeding anymore, my blood already clotting and forming a barrier between my veins and the outside world. It took me a while before I finally stood back up on shaky legs and put a band aid from the medicine cabinet around my finger.

After I finished dinner I went into the living room, seeing Jeff sitting shirtless and in his boxers. That reminded me about laundry. "Help yourself." I told him and he snarled at me, he never turned to look back.

I walked into the bathroom, the air still damp and warm. I sighed, seeing that he just threw the clothes down carelessly on the floor. I gathered them and the laundry before going to the apartment's community wash room. I threw in all of the bloody clothes in a separate wash and my cleaner ones in another. I took some change out of my pocket to buy the soaps from the dispenser, not yet having bought anything else. I started the two washers. Seeing that they would be done in thirty minutes, I set an alarm on my phone before going back to my room.

I saw Jeff was still on the couch but now he had a plate of food in his lap and he was eating slowly while his eyes were glued to the TV. Despite being a killer he's like the typical man. Come home from a day of 'work' and does nothing productive. I sighed and grabbed my own plate of chicken alfredo, joining him on the couch. "You like it?" I inquired.

He mumbled a yeah, indicating to me he didn't even want to talk. He was watching the news, watching his work that was still being talked about an hour after I saw I myself. This time I learned more about the incident, the news anchor saying that it was a family of three: A single mother, a teenage boy and a younger girl. The killer must of felt my body shutter because he turned his smiling face towards me.

"What? Not like what you see?" He chuckled and I just glared at him.

"No I've seen plenty of death, even of kids. That doesn't mean I don't shutter at the thought still."

He stared at me a moment, his smile gone. "You've seen this before? Like not in the movies" He seemed a little confused on how such an innocent looking girl would be aware of such brutality.

"Yes my father is the boss of a mafia group. He kills people all the time. I've had to kill before too." She didn't want to see his look of amusement.

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(Jeff's POV)

She's killed before? She sure as hell doesn't look like she is capable of murder. Especially with how much she cowers under my knife. He scowled at her, trying to take this in. I finally decided that just because she killed before didn't mean that she was a killer. It was probably just self defense. I finished my food and handed her the plate, amused by the look she gave me. It was like she was telling me to shove the plate up my ass. She was so fiesty.

She didn't take the plate as she got up and took her own to the kitchen. I chuckled and followed, putting my plate in after her. I watched her start the water and begin doing the dishes. She looked so normal, so boring. I knew that she wasn't though, a normal girl couldn't keep dodging my blade like she had done so cleverly.

"Good job this morning, by the way. Running away before I could kill you." I watched her carefully as she paused, letting out a sigh and resuming the cleaning.

She shrugged. "It was nothing. I just didn't want to die just yet, so I had to think of something to make you think I was worth the while to keep alive."

When she laughed a little I glared at her. I grabbed her and the knife in her hand that she was washing, holding it to her throat. "You're laughing at me?" I asked her, a little ticked that she would laugh at my sudden weakness. I didn't even know what was causing it, but I don't think I could have killed her if she didn't mention making breakfast earlier that morning.

"No I'm laughing at myself, putting myself in so much danger. But I'm glad I was able to help you. Your wounds seemed to of healed fast, you must not be human." I dropped the knife at her words, backing away from her some. There she goes again, catching me off guard and being weird.

"You're observant, I see." I glared and suddenly an alarm went off. Lyann checked her phone and looked up at me.

"Laundry's done." I watched her as her eyes landed on my scared chest and her face turned pink as she finally realized that I was underdressed. I smiled as she cleared her throat and hurried out the door to go change over the laundry. When she was back I was still standing in the kitchen, knowing she would come back to finish the dishes. I blocked her from the sink, spinning the knife from earlier around. It was smaller and lighter than my own, which was hiding under the couch cushion.

"Please move." She said, her voice sounding irritated. I looked at her, I needed to do it, I needed to see her reaction. Before I knew it the knife in my hand was in her shoulder, her eyes wide and her mouth ajar. She looked up at me and I saw her whole body shake. Instead of a deathly scream it was like my ears melted as she let out a soft moan of pain. She grabbed my hand and her eyes closed as her lips quivered. She moved my hand and it fell from the handle. She held it there as she leaned against the kitchen table.

"J-Jeff." Her voice was a whine. I was frozen and I wasn't sure what to do as she smiled and her sparkling chocolate eyes looked up at my face.