Author's Note: I'M BACK! Are you happy? Good. I missed my computer, and my stories, and everything and everyone! You have NO idea. Anyways, here's chapter three, to all of you reading this in the future, as well as now.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Jeff, or any other creepypastas. I do, however, own all the other stuff.

Drake was pacing in the hallway between the locker bays after school. His parents would just think that he was over at a friend's house. Toralei and her younger brother, Viktor, were orphans. Their foster parents never really paid much attention to them. They could talk with each other without fear of interruption. He needed answers. His mind was like a bomb, waiting to explode with questions the moment he saw Toralei. His chest had burned with impatience the whole day. He'd been heedless of the most likely not-so-good score on his math test. Now, he was finally going to know.

He whipped around as he heard a quick, light set of footsteps approaching. Toralei muttered, "Follow me," as she hurried toward the back door of the school.

She took him on the shorter route to the old house. As she unlocked the gate, she murmured, half to herself, "Ugh, I'm late again..."

"Why does that matter?" asked Drake.

"Jeff's not a particularly patient person." They walked without speaking for a while. The whispers and footsteps he'd heard last time seemed to still be there. From one dark room, he saw a shining pair of acid-green eyes that quickly blinked shut when he looked at them. "What was that?"

"Later."

They stopped in front of the door Toralei had entered yesterday. "Stay here," she breathed.

She opened the door. Jeff whipped around, looking irritated. "Again?"

"Yes." Toralei spoke quietly, meekly.

"It had better not happen a third time." Drake heard a slicing sound and a gasp of pain. It drove him to burst into the room, regardless of what Toralei had told him. She was wincing and holding her arm, where a long cut had appeared. Jeff's knife dripped with blood, and he glared at the girl before him. As Toralei examined the wound, she said, "You really need to stop doing that. Everyone thinks I have abusive foster parents." Then she looked over at Drake. "I thought..."

"You thought what?" Jeff growled menacingly, true anger lighting his face. It was an odd sight, a smiling angry person. Drake didn't want to see it again.

"I thought I told him to wait," Toralei replied calmly. "He followed me here one day and wouldn't leave without me promising to explain myself. I made him promise to not tell anyone."

Jeff looked absolutely furious. His eyes seemed to burn, rather than the cold, dark dots they usually were. He looked like he was at least making an effort to keep it in check, though. In a voice seething with anger, he hissed, "No one is supposed to know! No one! What if he tells!?"

"If I thought he would tell, Jeff, he would not be my friend in the first place. He is trustworthy."

"Tell what!?" Drake was thoroughly confused.

"Everything." Jeff addressed him directly for the first time. It was chilling to have that emaciated visage staring right at you, especially with such malice in his eyes. Drake shivered and took a step back, in spite of himself.

Toralei tugged on Jeff's arm, and despite the fact that she was at least a foot shorter than him, he seemed to quail under her soft but stern gaze. Then she turned to Drake. "You certainly have complicated things, but it's not a big deal... Now, I can't tell you everything. There are things about this that I don't know, and likely never will know. What I do know is this...

"Jeff, as well as all the other creepypastas, has a keeper. The keeper's job is to make sure that their creepypasta does not kill, or maim, or otherwise hurt anyone. If there's any chance that they could become a normal person or other sort of creature, free from any urge to cause pain to others, then it is also the keeper's job to try and change them back. I am Jeff's keeper. There has been a long succession of keepers for him. All of them have died at his hand."

"...Won't you die too, then?"

"Not if I can change him back."

Drake's head still whirled like a tornado with questions, but at least some of them had been answered. Toralei looked down at her watch, then turned to Jeff, who was leaning against the wall, examining his knife. "Come on," she said.

"Where are you going?"

"Come with us." She took the lead, with Drake slightly behind her and Jeff in the back.

Drake repeated his question. "I am Jeff's keeper," she replied. "It is a binding pact, sealed with a blood oath. But the seal weakens over time. It must be renewed once a month."

Drake shook his head. This was really much more complicated than he'd first thought.

Jeff shrank into the shadow of the house. He didn't need to stay out of the sun, but he seemed to prefer the darkness nonetheless. Toralei beckoned him to a mound in the middle of the backyard. Reluctantly, he stepped forward. They faced each other, standing inches apart on the little hill.

Jeff lifted his knife to Toralei's throat and pierced her skin, enough to make her bleed. She looked perfectly calm about it, but that did not subdue Drake's bounding heart.

Instinct drove him to interfere. He paid no attention to the ritual. He ignored the fact that Jeff had handed the knife to Toralei and she was doing the same to him. Instinct channeled his anger and fear to his feet and forced them toward the pair on the mound.

As a drop of Jeff's blood dripped to the ground, Drake dove onto the hill. It was as if he'd fainted. Everything was suddenly made of darkness and silence.