Chapter Ten

Bonding of Murderers

The crying had stopped and Jessie had calmed down now, while leaning on Jeff's broad shoulders; they had both been sitting in silence taking in the previous events. Jessie now believed that there was nothing she could do about her imagination and the never-ending need to kill, and she was extremely numb to the idea by this point. She wasn't condoning her mind for creating these terrible images in her mind, but there was nothing she could do about them; plus, they had been there for so long without her noticing. How could she not have noticed that there was something wrong with her brain?

Jeff didn't know what to do. He'd never had to comfort a crying girl before and he didn't understand the concept of not wanting to kill people – at least, he hadn't since the night that he became what he was today. Jessie crying over it seemed irregular to him and something that was unnecessary, although he knew that girls cried at idiotic things sometimes and the common courtesy was to comfort them when they needed it – not that he was an ordinary person. In fact, normal people were a mystery to him.

In short, he was in a sticky situation here.

"You...uh, feeling better...?" He asked in a nervous sounding voice; he needed to break the awkward silence. Any kind of conversation would do.

"Yeah..." She mumbled softly, snuggling up to Jeff even more. She wasn't afraid of him anymore now that she knew that he wouldn't and couldn't kill her. The way that he consulted her while she was crying let her know that he was just an ordinary guy in a lot of ways and that she could trust him to be there for her…for now. Anthony was usually the one who let her nuzzle up to him, but he want there, so Jeff would have to do. She needed a pillow.

However, this was something else that Jeff wasn't used to. He had never been so close to a girl before – well, he'd never been this close to a girl before when the girl was consensual to it. He couldn't control his heartbeat anymore; it was going crazy; Jessie just looked like a cute, little kitten to him now. An innocent kitten that could be easily corrupted...easily harmed...really easily...

"Jeff?" Jeff snapped out of it and noticed that Jessie had actually spoken to him.

"Y-Yeah!" He replied clumsily, going red from his thoughts.

"Today...I agreed to go on a date with John."

Jeff's heart sank.

"Date?"

"Yeah...he wouldn't leave me alone otherwise. I figured it was better to get it over with, you know...? I'm sure that he'll realise we aren't meant to be together. Then I won't have to be near him anymore…" This theory actually made sense to Jeff, but then a thought popped into his head.

"What if you get the feeling while you're with him? You might be able to control it if you're alone."

"I'll be able to...trust me."

Jeff had no choice; he didn't have any dictation over what Jessie did and he had right to tell her what t do, especially in the state she was in, since she was only down because of him. He just had to trust her and let her go. Little did he know that Jessie was unsure about her plan. She wasn't confident that she could control herself around him, but she felt the need to try.

"If you feel like you can control yourself, I have no problem with it...Go and have fun." He felt relief from this conversation; Jessie clearly didn't like this John guy, which for some reason, made Jeff feel slightly relieved.

"Hey, Jeff?"

"Yeah..."

"When you first killed...what were you feeling?" Jeff was surprised at her question; no one had ever asked him about that day before. It was so long ago, but it was the most memorable day of Jeff's life; it was the day that he became an outcast from society and cut the chains of normality, turning himself into a vicious killer. Jessie had been wondering this ever since she stumbled upon a webpage about Jeff and his past; she had always wanted to know how Jeff felt on that day. The researcher in her wanted to find out desperately.

"I felt betrayed." He began; Jessie sat up and the two stared at each other, completely straight faced. "You probably already know this, but my mom lied to me that day. She had told me that I was beautiful when I did this." He placed his slender fingers gently on the knife marks on his face. "But she lied. She wanted my dad to shoot me. Kill me. Just because I was different. She didn't find me beautiful...neither did my dad...or Liu."

"Is that why you killed them?" Jessie asked, wide-eyed.

"Yes...I saw Liu's face when I took the bandages off at the hospital...when I revealed my burnt skin. He was disgusted. I loved my new look, but he hated it; he was so scared of me that day. I'll never forget his face just before I killed him...he didn't see me as a brother anymore, but as a monster..."

"That's easy...we're monsters..."

Jessie instantly remembered when Jeff had told her that; what Jeff had just revealed to her made the statement have more meaning. He figured out on the day that he first killed that he was a monster in society's eyes. That was why he told Jessie ahead of time what she was, because he knew how horrible it was to find out through the look of your victims. He was helping her.

"Jeff..." She placed her hand on his that was caressing his permanent wounds. Jeff instantly went pink and jolted, but not enough to make Jessie let go of him. She was looking at what she was going to become, but maybe, if her and Jeff stayed together, they wouldn't feel so...alone. They could stay together.

"D-Don't worry, Jessie. I'm alright! Honestly!" He wanted her to let go of him; her touch was making him nervous and he didn't like it. He had never felt like that before and he hated it – being the nervous one for a change was making him uncomfortable.

"Jeff..." Her large, brown eyes stared up at him, causing her to look even more like a kitten.

"Oh my God..." Jeff thought. "She's...so...fucking...CUTE!"

B-Dump!

He was getting it. The feeling.

But this time, it wasn't the same as before; he didn't want to kill her like he normally did. There was something different. It was almost as if he wanted to...devour her. Trap her so that she could only be with him, almost like a bird in a cage. Keep her locked up in a small cell so that he had her all to himself. Claim her. He couldn't help himself.

He suddenly pushed her down onto the floor, knocking her laptop to the right; Jeff laid on top of her as he held her wrists down so she couldn't release herself.

"J-Jeff?!" Jessie was now as red as Jeff; looking up at him, he looked as though he was greatly holding something in. Like he was strongly resisting something. He gripped her wrists tighter and began to tremble slightly, as if he was desperate to make a declaration, but something inside wasn't allowing him. He really needed to hold back.

"Jeff...?"

He leaned forwards and placed his head on Jessie's chest, right next to her heart, listening to it beat faster and faster, the closer Jeff became; while leaning forwards, he rubbed his crotch against Jessie's accidently, just like the night before when Jessie had her episode, except this time, Jeff was on top and Jessie was fully conscious.

"Ah!" Jessie let out an embarrassing noise. As soon as she realised that she had, she closed her eyes, trying to hide herself in some way, knowing full well that she was still visible to Jeff, but having her eyes closed strangely gave her comfort.

Jeff instantly reacted to this noise; Jessie felt, yet again, something rise up from Jeff's trousers. This was unusual for Jeff; he was used to only being able to become aroused from sadistic acts. This was strange.

He released himself from Jessie's chest and looked down at her, beginning to breathe slightly more heavily.

"Jessie..."

Jessie's heart skipped a beat. Her mouth became dry and rough, preventing her from speaking back; it was like she wasn't able to reply. As if she was a child not able to talk yet and still had yet to learn. Jeff had sounded so desperate when he practically whispered her name. For some reason… it excited her.

Jeff moved forward, rubbing his danger zone against Jessie's; Jessie squirmed under him, not knowing what to do in this situation. She wished for him to stop, but couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Jeff-! Ah-!"

He kept going, rubbing back and forth, going faster and faster; his body on top of Jessie's – which felt hot and strong. She had never had a boy on top of her like this; she had never let a boy touch her like this, but with Jeff, she felt safe. Secure. And turned on.

The pace of Jeff's grinding increased and so did Jeff's and Jessie's breath and heart races; the intensity was incredible and Jessie couldn't take it anymore.

"Jeff! I can't-! Ah!"

"Jessie...Ah!"

A shiver ran up both of their spins and a warm feeling ran through from their stomachs down to their private areas; they both knew it was over. They both laid there, Jeff still leaning on top of Jessie, both of them panting, twitching and trembling. Jeff's grip of Jessie's hands relaxed, allowing her to rest slightly, knowing that he wasn't keeping her captive anymore.

This was a first for both of them. Jessie had never gotten that close to a guy before and Jeff had never done something that intimate and meaningful with anyone before. Most of all, Jeff had never engaged in foreplay that hadn't resulted in actual sex before.

Jeff glanced down to the exhausted Jessie, her face red and tears in her eyes from "finishing" for the first time in her life; it was all so overwhelming. He had an unstoppable desire to press his lips against hers – to stick his tongue in her mouth and explore the inside of it curiously.

The killer leaned forward, getting closer and closer to her mouth when-

*Beep* *Beep*

"My phone!" Jessie squirmed away from Jeff, who had loosened his grip on her long ago and grabbed her phone from the couch's arm. "Anthony..."

She had received a text from her best friend that said:

"Watch Pewdie's new video :D It might cheer you up"

"Pewds updated!" Jessie exclaimed, then she suddenly realised what had just happened. Her fist sexual experience.

"Pewds?" Jeff asked; Jessie slowly turned around, blushing like crazy and noticing that Jeff was doing the same thing. She decided that the best way to move on with this was to ignore what just happened for now – even if that wasn't what Jeff wanted. He wanted to understand why he did what he did and most importantly, why Jessie had let him…but he guessed that he would have to wait.

"Uh...yeah. He's a Youtuber!" She responded with as she grabbed her laptop and placed it on her lap.

"What's a Youtuber?" Jeff asked. He had been deprived of the internet for a long time and wasn't entirely sure what YouTube was, let alone what a Youtuber was; he couldn't use BEN's laptop because BEN spent so much time inside the computer that Jeff didn't feel right using it. This surprised Jessie; she spent a huge amount of her life on her laptop, she couldn't imagine life without it.

"Uh...he plays games and records it. It's pretty funny."

Jeff stared at Jessie blankly; he didn't understand the entertainment one could get from simply watching someone play video games. Jessie instantly noticed, remembering when she first showed Anthony the world of Pewdiepie; he gave the exact same look that Jeff was giving her. A look of confusion, but interest.

"Wanna watch it with me?" She asked sweetly.

Jeff couldn't show it, but the fact that Jessie still wanted to spend time with him, after everything and what he just did to her.

But one question still ran through his mind...why did he do that to her?

"Sure..."