Disclaimer: All rights and credit belong to the original creators of the creepy pastas mentioned in this fanfiction from here on out. Besides the plot and the main character, I don't any own anything else. I am simply borrowing Jeff and the gang for my own entertainment.

Rated M for gore, violence, disturbing images, profanity, and eventually lemons…

A/N: I want to send out an big "Thank you" to everyone who has reviewed and who are now following Twisted Affairs. I know I didn't update least week… so this week, you guys are getting two chapters instead of one. Cheers!

Mincraftedpocky: I hope this chapter is worth waiting for as the last ones were… I was a little hesitant at first posting it

Lady Minuialwen: I'm glad you like how I'm portraying Jeff. Sometimes it's easy writing his character and other times it's like I'm hitting my head against a brick wall. Hope you like these next two chapters.

Chapter Seven

Unexpected Guests

The cobble stone streets were lined with dusty Victorian electric lamps. The orange glow created a sharp contrast between the shadows of the nights and the safety of their light. Old brick buildings that reached four stories tall lined the streets, some of their store fronts bordered over, while others had their gates pulled down and riddled with graffiti. I pulled my cap down further and shifted the saddle bag on my tired shoulders.

Two weeks in this town and Jeff had managed to steal enough money for us to rent a small rundown apartment in the ghetto. I noted the shady figures standing outside the bars, lighting up joints and getting hammered as I passed. I avoided eye contact. Good thing, I spent what I had on me for a emergency pit-stop. There was a drug store down the street from us and it's been over a month. I was praying with all my might that mother nature would pay me a visit real soon.

I was starting to get worried. I was so not ready for a baby. I wasn't ready for such a big responsibility. Not to mention, I lived with a serial killer. Somehow the idea of a little person running around the house seemed even less possible, especially with Jeff's unpredictable mood swings.

I ducked through a door in between two empty shops with "For Rent" signs hanging in front of their windows and headed up a narrow stairway, its floorboards creaking as I climbed. The narrow corridor of the hallways were washed in a pale neon green lighting as I headed straight for the apartment on the second floor at the end of the hallway. The one with the perfect view of the two hundred year old Cathedral kiddy-corner from the apartment building. A large cemetery sat behind it with an rot iron fence surrounding the property.

I flicked the switch as I stepped into the dingy kitchen with its dark wooden cabinets and tan countertops. I took off my bag and put it on the counter, fishing through it for the tampons, so I could put them away in a place where Jeff wouldn't happen across them. It was embarrassing enough having to explain to him the whole time of the month in the first place.

At the moment the apartment was empty. Jeff was out doing his thing, which gave me time alone. It let me do some cleaning. I picked up the empty beer cans and vacuum. He had started drinking less in the last two weeks, but the lack of alcohol in his system left him in a pretty foul mood. I was just glad he decided to take his anger issues on the items in the apartment instead of me. He already broke three lamps, a chair, and several beer bottles. Ever since he nearly slit my throat during one of his episodes that one morning a month and a half ago, he's redirected his insanity on other things.

I wasn't okay with the whole going out and murdering people in the dead of night, but it wasn't like I could stop him. Those urges he experienced were uncontrollable. He was completely at their mercy when they took over.

Over the course of the last month I have learned to tolerate him more. I stopped calling him, Mr. Serial Killer, and Mr. Psychopath all the time. It was rare though when I actually referred to him by his actual name. The first time I said, "Hey Jeff" he jumped me and wanted to celebrate. I don't remember much from that night. Just tib-bits. The idiot got me drunk.

I will never understand why he likes beer so much. The stuff tastes nasty!

Over the ruckus of the vacuum, I heard a crash coming from our bedroom. Like the sound of a window breaking. I immediately turned off the vacuum and reached into my saddlebag where I hide my 9mm gun.

Yes, I'm armed. In the short amount of time I spent tagging along with Jeff the Killer, I learned being able to defend myself was essential. Like the time, some thug broke into the shack we were taking refuge in for a couple of days. It happened one night when Jeff was coming home from his killing spree. Apparently, the guy who had the nerve to try and rape me, was running from the cops. After Jeff slit his throat, we had to get the hell out of Dodge.

I crept towards the bedroom door as silent as possible. Options ran through my head as to who or what would break into our apartment this late at night. Our neighbors wouldn't go near us. One of them, a frat boy down the hall, knocked on our door three nights ago, wanting to know if he could borrow something. Jeff threatened to gut the poor college kid if he even tried to make goo-goo eyes at me ever again.

So yeah, safe to say, it wasn't one of our neighbors and I was pretty sure it couldn't be Jeff. Although he has broken into our apartment before and scared the shit out of me in the dead of night. We had to replace his set of keys once already because he lost them while stumbling around the small town of Thunderbird drunk.

But I digress…

I heard shuffling coming from behind the closed bedroom door as I pressed myself up against the wall, gun raised and safety unlocked. Whoever it was, had another thing coming to them.

Jeff may be out and about right now, but I wasn't completely helpless. I pressed my ear to the door and listened intently. My ears picked up two voices quietly whispering among themselves. Two of them?!

Dammit, Jeff, you idiot. And you had to pick tonight to go out and kill innocent people! I cursed inside my head. I shakily reached for the door knob and turned it as quietly as I could.

"You sure this is where he lives?" asked one voice.

"Yes, I'm sure. He's been coming to this building every night after he's done hunting," answered the other.

Who were they talking about? It couldn't be Jeff, right?

My shoulders sagged in dismay when my mind went over what the other guy said. "He's been coming back to this building every night after he's done hunting."

Yep. They were definitely talking about Jeff…. Nobody uses hunting in that kind of context unless they meant something else than your run of the mill hunting for wild animals. And I may not be entirely correct about this, but I don't think any of our neighbors I've ever talked to actually goes out to the countryside and goes hunting.

"Hey, it is true? Does he have a girl traveling with him right now? An actual human girl?"

"Chst. Don't be stupid. You actually believe those rumors? He doesn't have the mental captivity to keep a human alive. Let alone a human girl."

"Well, he and Jane use to travel together."

"Yeah. Well, that's a whole different thing. Those can't stand each other now and be in the same room without trying to kill each other."

Who the hell was this Jane chick and what the heck were they talking about? Had some one got wind of us staying in this small rural South Carolina town? These guys definitely couldn't be with the police. They would have come through the front door and there would have sirens going off downstairs.

I counted to three, gun raised and at the ready before kicking open the door and turning on the lights. "Freeze!" I shouted, pointing my gun and putting on my best scary face on. Jeff teases me when I attempt to look menacing.

"The fuck? It's a chick!" one of the intruders cried instantly backing up and tumbling backwards over the edge of chest at the end of the bed. Both of them were wearing matching beige colored hoodies and dark jeans. One wore a starch-white mask and the other you couldn't see his face at all underneath the hood.

The one with the hood covering his face, pulled out a long wicked looking knife. "Wrong apartment, maybe?" he uttered sounding both confused and on edge. His entire body was pulled into a half-standing crouch, ready to spring and attack. I noted the way his eyes glowed eerily. They were the only things visible on his face.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?" I demanded, trying to look as bad ass as possible. Like I said, I don't pull off scary. Just ask Mr. Psychopath. "I hope you realize you're gonna have to pay for that window, there chief. I don't actually have the cash on me to do it myself, you know?"

"Somebody just broke into her apartment and she's more worried about some window than her own life?" the one with the mask replied.

"You know crazy chicks, Masky. They're nuts," the one with the glowing red eyes shot back.

I kept the gun level with the hooded one's head. "Move and I fire, got that?"

"Whoa. Whoa! No ones need to wake up the entire neighborhood, lady. We're just looking for a pal of ours," the guy named Masky quickly exclaimed, obviously not wanting any trouble.

"By breaking into people's apartments?" I retorted, titling my head. I refused to let my guard down. I was not lowering the gun for anything until these bozos proved they weren't a threat.

"Masky, shut up. Why do we have to explain ourselves to you, lady?" the hooded one snapped, glaring me down.

"For one, I'm the one here with a gun. Two, I could have a phone on me and have already dialed the police and they might be on their way right now as we speak," I threatened growling. "Three, you can't expect me to not wonder why the hell two strange guys decided to break into my apartment late at night."

The Masky guy flinched at my very solid logic. "She's got some very good points, Hoody," he muttered, his hand into reaching his pocket for a hidden weapon.

"Guess, we better shut this bitch up then, huh? I'm sure the boss won't mind if we have some fun before going back," Hoody replied. He charged, knife gleaming in the apartment light.

You gotta be shitting me! I fired. The bullet missed him by a long shot and nearly nicked the other guy, who shrieked jumping out of the way. I leapt to the side as Hoody lashed out with his knife, narrowingly evading it. I hit the floor rolling. He spun around and launched a knife out of his sleeve. It sank itself into my calf. I screamed out in pain and rolled over as he jumped on top of me, his knife plunging downwards ready for the finishing blow. I landed a good kicked to his jaw with my un-injured leg. He jerked backwards before recovering quickly, cussing and lashed out again. I aimed again.

The gunfire resonated through the room as I managed to nick the side of his face. Man, I was a lousy shot, even at close range! Masky joined the fight and restrained my arms, taking my only defense away as his partner recovered. The gun slid across the floor, way out of reach.

He snarled. "You stupid little bitch," he hissed, pointing the knife at my exposed chest. I kicked and struggled under him. "You should have just let me kill you instead of fighting back. Now I'm going to take my time and make you suffer."

I spat in his face. He laughed coldly and raised the dagger above his head. "Say hello to the reaper for me!" he shouted. Just then he was suddenly lifted off me and sent flying onto the bed. He bounced off the edge and fell onto the floor.

"Stay the fuck away from her!" Jeff shouted, his knife flashing wildly. He was covered from head to toe in blood as usual. "I leave the fucking apartment for one hour and looks who comes knocking!"

"J-Jeff!" Masky cried out in surprise. So these guys did know him!

I didn't wait, I launched my body into an curl and sent my feet straight into Masky's face knocking him away from me. He tumbled backward holding onto his face.

"Fucking bitch!" Masky yelped.

Jeff turned towards Masky, blood lust dancing in his eyes. "You care to say that again, half pint!" he hissed, stepping over me. Fresh blood dripped of his knife and onto the floor. He twirled his knife in one hand as he pulled out another one. "I think it's time Splendy's little proxies learned not to stick their noses where they don't belong. Nobody touches my property and gets away."

Had this been any other situation where my life wasn't on the line, I was would have chewed him out. He launched forward as Masky pulled out his weapon, an small switch blade. The two of them collided and rolled to the floor. Jeff having the upper hand because he was older, bigger, and armed with two blades. All Masky could do was shield his vitals with his arms as Jeff repeatedly stabbed him. I saw a blur of beige as Hoody rushed past me and jumped on top of Jeff.

"Pick on some one your own size, bastard!" Hoody shouted, punching him on top of the head, swinging his knife downwards to sink it into Jeff's shoulder. Jeff shrieked and tried to pull the smaller attack off, the two of them rolling away from Masky. Masky moaned and rolled onto his good side, picking himself up off the floor, his hand searching for his switch blade before halfway dragging himself over to what turned into a fist fight between Hoody and Jeff.

Heart pounding, mind racing, I made a go for my gun. A dark grey hand snatched it out of my reach. I lifted my head in time to see another masked person step into view. Was his eyes bleeding ink? He wore a cerulean mask, stained with ink coming out of the eye holes.

"That won't be necessary," he stated. He cocked his head, looking at me curiously, before looking toward the brawl. "We better break them up before they kill each other. I hate to have to explain that to Slenderman."

I gawked at him, completely lost. Who was Slenderman? What the hell was going on? "Who are you people?" I demanded.

"Later. Break up fight first," the new comer stated and stomped over as Hoody and Masky managed to get the upper hand. They somehow was able to disarm Jeff, his kitchens knives now in their possession. They slashed at him as he recoiled back, and then launched forward, managing to dodge one of them, landing a solid punch to the gut. Hoody stumbled backward, before reeling forward, knife slicing the air in front of him.

The new guy caught Hoody's arm in mid-air within the blink of a eye. "Alright. That's enough," the new guy replied, his voice calm and even. "I think you beaten each other to a pulp long enough."

"You little shit," Jeff cursed all bloody and cut up, pausing as he was about kick out at Masky. His shirt was torn in several different places and he had several stabs wounds in his arms, sides and legs. How the hell was he still standing? I guess being absolutely insane raises above even excruciating pain. "I told you fucks to leave me the hell alone. I ain't interested in what the faceless bastard has to say."

"If I had done that, then Masky and Hoody might have actually stood a chance at killing you. Ever think of that, Einstein?" the new comer pointed out. It seemed the fight was over.

Hoody jerked his hand away from the new comer's grasp. "What are you doing here, Jack? I thought you were out hunting," he demanded angrily.

"I was, but then I ran into this nutcase," Jack replied, jerking his thumb towards Jeff. "So well knowing you two were planning on paying him a visit, I decided it would be wiser to follow after him and make sure to keep you guys from killing one another." He shrugged.

Masky limped over. "Good ol' Jack. Maybe we should had you tag along. It might have saved us helluva lot of trouble dealing with Mr. Pain-In-The-Ass."

What was this? A serial killer convention? I sat where I was leaning against the chest, my calf bleeding like there was no tomorrow. My head started to feel woozy from blood loss. I was going to need stitches. "Would somebody please tell me what the hell is going on?" I demanded, adding my two cents.

Just then the rise and fall of sirens pierced the tense atmosphere inside the apartment.

"Fuck," Hoody cursed, spinning around and going straight to the broken window. "We got cops."