Author's note

I do not know Latin very well, so my translations between English and Latin might be a bit off. Also, remember that I only learned to speak and write English just recently.

Jeff's POV

I walked a step behind the girl who had spared my life on the grounds that I spared hers. My eyes traveled up and down the girl's body, noticing different things. Her sweater sleeve was ripped, not badly, but enough to get my attention. Her fingernails were long, but not overly so. Her skin was the same white color as mine, and from what I could tell, flawless. I hadn't been able to see her hair, but I got the feeling it was long. She was about a head shorter than me. I found this odd. Considering how old she looked, she should have been a bit shorter. She looked back at me a few times, and each time she did, I had my eyes toward the sky before she could see me looking her over. I didn't want her thinking I was a pervert as well as a murderer. Even I couldn't stoop that low. Especially not knowing her past or why she had apparently been in the position of sleeping in a dumpster.

I offered to hold her bags, and she gave me two, leaving her with the other two. Her laughter was accompanied by a smirk and a comment on about the irony of a serial killer offering one of his ex-victims the favor of carrying her groceries. I laughed as well, scratching my sliced cheek. Scratching it had become a habit and I was pretty sure that was part of why it hadn't healed completely yet. She turned back again to look at me. Why does she keep doing that? It's obvious that she can hear me walking behind her.

She stopped at a high fence leading to the woods. She put the handles of her plastic bags in her mouth and began to climb the fence. She got the ripped sleeve of her sweater caught at the top, and I suddenly saw why it was ripped. She pulled it off and jumped onto the forest floor below, pulling the bag out of her mouth as she landed. I put my bags in my mouth as well and started to climb, being careful not to get my clothing stuck on the fence. I jumped down off the top of the fence.

I, however, didn't land gracefully as she did. I landed straight on my back, the wind getting knocked out of me. The girl half ran over to me, asking if I was okay. I said yes, and she let out a relieved sigh. She offered me a hand to help me up. I took it, a bit of shock must have crossed my face, because she looked confused.

"What is wrong?" Her question made me think. It was strange for me to be shocked; I was usually just a heartless killer.

"I'm just not used to people being concerned for me, that's all. Not many people have concern for a guy like me." I said, rubbing the back of my neck. She looked away and continued walking after handing me back the bags. She didn't look back at me for the rest of the walk, and she didn't talk either.

Lily's POV

We walked in silence for a bit. I kept thinking about what he had said. I wondered what he had meant by "a guy like me". When we reached the place the cabin was hidden, I knocked on the door. Jeff stood there, staring at my hand and the door I had just knocked on. I forgot it was invisible. I let the boy have his moment of confusion, and laughed in my mind. Slenderman opened the door, also invisible.

"Who is this?" I explained to him what had happened, leaving out the part where we tried to kill each other. The boy just looked at me like I was delirious.

"… So could he at least stay for the night?" I finished, with a slight pleading tone. Slenderman reluctantly agreed under the condition the he changed into less foul smelling clothing first. I turned towards the boy and told him to wait there. I walked into the cabin, disappearing from his sight. When I returned, I had a black pair of pants and a black long sleeved tee-shirt, which I handed to him. He looked at me, confused. I told him that my host had said he could stay there for the night, but he had to be in less "dumpster-y" clothing. I turned away as he changed clothing. When he was finished, I took his clothing and led him into the cabin. I went to the basement room with the washer in it and put the clothing into the wash. I set the washer and walked back upstairs to see Slenderman looming over a shocked Jeff. I didn't hear what he was saying to him, Slenderman usually spoke with his mind, if he even spoke. I didn't complain about his silence, I actually thoroughly enjoyed it. It wasn't like my foster father rambling about like a fool, talking about beer and sports. I shook my head at the memory of him, I didn't want to be angry and thinking about that jackass was the last thing I wanted to be doing right now.

I cleared my throat in order to get their attention. "I will colour my hair tomorrow. Would you like me to show Jeff to his room?" My question was not answered with words, but with the Slenderman simply straightening up and walking away. Jeff walked over to me with a breathy laugh, the look of shock still on his face.

"He's quite, uh, intense, isn't he?" I laughed at Jeff's description of Slenderman.

"That he is. Here is the bathroom and there is a clean towel in the rack. The clean one is black." I turned away from him as he closed the door to the bathroom. I walked to my room and got started reading my book again. On the third chapter I had read, I began to get tired. At the start of the fifth, I had fallen asleep. My dream was of the street again.

Jeff's POV

1 hour time skip

I shook the screaming girl awake. My still damp hair was covering my face, making it hard for me to see. The girl woke up with a jerk and my head snapped to the side as she punched it with enough force to dislocate my jaw. I jumped back from the girl, holding my chin and wincing in pain.

"Deus dampnas sit, noli unquam, faciat quod iterum est!"She had woken up completely and yelled at me in some language I didn't understand.

"What? I can't understand you." I slid my chin back into place as I said this, with a loud popping sound.

"I said, "God damn it, do not ever do that again'," She told me, before walking over to me and examining my jaw. "Holy shit, how hard did I hit you?"

"Hard enough to dislocate my jaw. I fixed it though. Jeez, you should go into boxing!" I laughed at my bad joke, wincing in pain at both my injured jaw and the still open wounds on my face. I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn't amused. Her eyes were a bit cloudy with sleep and her face was covered in drying tears I hadn't noticed. I felt a surge of unfamiliar emotions rush through me; fear, sadness, the need to protect the girl who was now examining my jaw and cheek. I would have closed my eyes if I could have, to keep from looking at her. The best I could do was look past her at the wall. Her voice startled me as I was lost in thought.

"Would you like me to stitch your cheeks?" I considered for a moment.

"Wouldn't you have to re open the cuts?" My voice didn't waver, even though I was a bit concerned with the thought of this girl re-slicing my face. She nodded slowly in agreement. I decided to allow her to stitch them; it was better than what I was going to do originally. I voiced this opinion, and she asked what my idea was. "Cauterization," I told her as calmly as I could. The thought was heavy in my mind. I had been cauterized before I carved myself. My nose used to bleed nearly every day, so my parents took me to a doctor. The process hurt like hell. When I cauterized myself, it hurt even worse than the nose.

We agreed that she would stitch my cheeks in the morning before I left.

Lily's POV

I went to take a shower and came back to find Jeff asleep in the chair. I couldn't tell that he was asleep at first due to his lack of eyelids, but I waved my hand in front of his face with no response. I climbed back into bed and tried to sleep, my dreams were nothing but blackness with a few red spots.