Chapter 4: Tangled

Jane's POV:

"Rise and shine, Jeffy." I slapped his cheeks. His facial features scrunched up and the sunlight burned his eyes. I studied him closely, watching his every move. His muscles twitched under the rope he was tied in. Jeff was completely shirtless now, and I had a good view of the outlines of his chest, arms, abs, etc. All that killing must've been a hell of a good exercise because he was mmm.

Get it together, Jane. You're here to kill him not eat him.

He blinked, recovering his vision. As he looked around, I glanced at his abs another time. "What the hell are you doing?" Jeff stared at me with a blank expression. I expected him to yell or start beating the chair. Wow. He is so unpredictable.

"What does it look like?" I snapped.

"It looks like you're acting a little kinky and this is another part of your seduction act." He plainly said.

Hooooly lord. I probably looked like a tomato. My face was flushed in pure redness I couldn't even speak. All I let out of my mouth was a tiny squeak. He smirked, lifting up his Chelsea smile scars that made him look like the Cheserie cat.

"If so – continue. I'm loving those little leggings of yours." He bit his lower lip. I mentally slapped myself for wearing these.

"S-shut the hell up!" I yelled, sounding angrier than I really was.

He chuckled deeply, and sighed. "I am waiting…"

I grunted in frustration and walked over to him and slashed his arm. Jeff yelped in pain and kicked me back to the floor.

"That's what you get for acting stupid." I cleaned his shoes mark off of my dress.

"That's what you get for trying to kill me." He replied. Then he started beating the chair and jumping around. I sat on the bed and watched him with amusement. What an idiot.

"I should just kill you right now and get it over with." I played with my dress.

"Jane, untie me." He said in a dark voice.

"No." I shook my head.

"Jane-"

"No."

Jeff closed his eyes and exploded. The rope ripped of the chair and slipped off his god-like body like a snake. He stood up and balled his fists, fuming. I am in deep shit.

"You should've listened to me." His eyes were cold. Really?! You don't say!

"I don't have to listen to you." I spat back. He growled and pinned me to the wall. My body tensed up and my heart started racing. I reached for my knife in my stocking but realized it was across the room, where Jeff threw it after I slashed him.

"Let me go before I kill you with my bare hands!" I barked. He laughed and I just watched as his cheek wounds opened again. Ouch. Doesn't that hurt?

"You really shouldn't mess with me Jane. You haven't realized how dangerous I am, have you? I'm not some joke…" his grip tightened on my arms and I yelped in pain. Jeff's eyes became dark, and I knew he was completely different. He would kill me now if I did something stupid.

"Jeff let…let me go…" his grip was going to leave a bruise for sure.
He dropped me to the floor and bent down near my face as I rubbed my arms. "Be a good girl and you're not going to be hurt." He gave me a lopsided grin.

I glanced at my arms and saw redness. Great.

"Anyway – where have you been staying lately?" He picked at his wound.

"The streets, where else would I stay?"

He shrugged. "I don't know; a pimp house?"

I gave him death glare. If looks could kill…

Certainly his could. He was drop dead gorgeous. He wasn't as bad as people on the streets described him. They thought he was some type of monster, not human, like a nightmare. Yeah, he cut himself a smile; yes it was creepy, but nothing horrific. He burned off his eyelashes, which was stupid as hell. They eventually grew back though. His skin was pale, just like mine, and very…attractive. And his facial features; he looked like an angel…from hell. They say the devil was a beautiful, nothing like you'd ever see in your life. He was in fact God's favorite anyway. Still, he was deceiving. You never know if he's walking among us today.

Jeff's body though; don't get me started. That V that slid down his slim, tall, sexy body and into his pants…

"Clean up your drool." His voice snapped me from my thoughts as he threw his sweater over his shoulder.

I ran my fingers by my mouth just to be safe. "Asshole." I muttered under my breath.

I got up from the floor and walked back to the kitchen, looking for something the family might've had that I could eat. I noticed the bodies were starting to stink up the house.

I peered into the fridge and found a pint of ice cream. Yess! I didn't even check for anything else I could eat. I snatched it out of the fridge, grabbed a spoon and started eating the strawberry-flavoured goodness and sat down. I looked around as my legs swung back and forth on the stool. My eye caught a box of cones and I bee-lined my way to it. I filled it up with a story of ice cream and started licking it. Oh god this is awesome. I sat back down and watched Jeff walk in. He still hadn't put his sweater on. That's pretty much all he had now. Forget his shirt, it was shreds now because of me. He strolled around and glanced at me. Jeff watched the ice cream and walked over slowly, like a tiger hunting its prey. I watched him also, wondering what the hell he wants with my ice cream.

"Give me it." He ordered.

"Fuck you." I took a lick of my ice cream.

His face neared by my ice cream and looked into my eyes. He started licking it and I started melting. His tongue ran over his lips. Those lips…

I shook my head and smashed the ice cream into his chest. He shivered and frowned. "What the hell?"

Both of our heads snapped to the door. The sound of police sirens came in from the distance and started getting louder and louder. That only meant one thing; there's someone in the house and the cops are getting nearer.

His expression went blank as sudden realization fell over him. "Shiiiit."

TBC…

AUTHOR: . NUU this was such a short chapter. –troll face- CLIFFHANGER! YOU MAD BRO? Shoutout to the anon VK c: she encouraged me to keep writingggg~ thank you so much and please keep commenting. I'll see you guys till the next chapter!

Tata~

-Liz