"Whatever." He said harshly.
I looked down, disappointed, and tried to predict what he'd do next. His expression was somehow annoyed, but he wasn't making any threatening moves. I watched as his eyes moved down to the floor next to my bed, and his features changed from frustrated to shock.
"Whoa. What's this?" He bent down, and reached to pick up my sketchbook, before I could realise what he was actually looking at. That wasn't good… it was almost worse than him trying to kill me. I didn't care what he'd do. He's not looking at that. I tried to snatch it from him, but he grabbed my wrists and said in a dangerous, yet teasing tone.
"If you're going to do these threatening moves, I might have to tie you up." He smirked. Um, I'd rather not. I narrowed my eyes at him, as he looked at the sketch with his unblinking eyes. "Oh, I get it. You have a crush on me." My eyes widened at that remark. What?! He was really self-centred, huh…
"No!" I quickly refused, feeling my face a bit hotter than before. Why did he even consider that, after he was trying to kill me.
"I knew it all along, you know. By the way, you're blushing." Was it that obvious…? This is embarrassing.
"I'm not blushing…" I said uncomfortably, breaking eye-contact.
"Yeah, you are. Your cheeks are pink, I can even see them in the dark." He chuckled and laid an arm against the wall, next to my head. "No, they're more red than pink." He poked my left cheek, making me flinch from surprise. He seemed so friendly… so strange. I didn't want him to be friendly. It scared me more, as I developed more sympathy for him. He's a killer... My heart had steadied a bit, but this started its frantic beating again. His right hand rose to my face, his left still holding my sketchbook. I squeezed my eyes shut, and twisted my head away, expecting him to have the knife in hand.
What… is this feeling? I only felt something soft against my cheek, and I couldn't realise at first, but then understood it was his palm. He turned me to face him once again, and I opened my eyes, to see his face closer to mine. I was able to feel his warm breath on my lips. That was too close. His mouth moved to whisper something again.
"Red like blood." And with that, his lips clashed into mine, my eyes wider, looking into his pale blue ones. I tried to mumble something through the kiss, which was more aggressive than gentle. His lips were surprisingly soft, and cold compared to mine. I've kissed before, when I was, like, ten? And seriously, I had never imagined my first real kiss to be like this. With a psychopathic murderer. This actually made me feel like my life wasn't going in the right direction… or whatever people consider 'right' anyway.
I tried to push him away, but instead he pressed his body against mine harder. I heard a thud and flip of pages, and realised he'd dropped my sketchbook. He cupped my face with both of his hands, and ran his fingers though my hair. The kiss was becoming more needy and aggressive, which made my heart thud louder against my ribcage. He suddenly broke the kiss, and looked straight in my eyes as I gasped. I hadn't realised I'd held my breath the whole time, it seemed as if it lasted for so long…
And when I looked at him, my heart sunk. His expression was usually confident and smug, but now he looked scared and lost, his eyes watery, reflecting the moonlight. The warmth I felt was replaced with cold, and disappointment.
His expression was buried in my mind, as he leaped away and jumped out of my window, in a matter of seconds. I stood still in that spot, and felt my eyes tearing up, as I brushed my finger over my lips.
~Jeff's POV~
Why the hell did I do that?! I knew I had to kill her. Every nerve in my body said to do so... This wasn't me. I DON'T let a victim to live for so long. She's just a pathetic girl... I shouldn't have done that.
But she kissed me back... I remembered the look she gave me… that look. " I don't want to feel betrayed when you…" And the warmth I felt… I hadn't felt that since…
If I couldn't kill her, I'd have to run away from this town... from her.