Cassie's P.O.V.Slender can cook that is for sure. I swear that after Carter and I's first bite of dinner, everyone thought our eyes would pop out of our heads. It was just surprising by how good it tasted. Carter must of decided to try to stay on Slender's good side because after dinner he offered to help clean up. After Carter was done helping Slender, we both just relaxed in our room.
Carter was asleep on the bed, snoring up a storm, and I sat in the chair by the desk, watching him sleep. He seemed so tired, but I was wide awake. Maybe I could go bug Jeff, but then again, I have been a little hard on him. Maybe I could see if he would forgive me and we can become friends. No, I highly doubt that will happen, but I could still try.
I slowly get up from my seat and walk over to Carter's sleeping form. Without waking him, I brought the blanket over him as a small smile went across his face. When I look away from him, I look out the window to the dark world outside that is partly illuminated by the moon up above. It gave the woods a bit of a mystical feel. It looked pretty peaceful actually and made me want to just take a long walk and relax.
Who am I kidding? There is no way Slender would let me out of the house after what happened last night with Jeff. Well, if you ask me, Jeff kind of deserved it. He followed me out into the woods, getting into all my business. Not to mention that he also came into my house trying to kill me. So creepy. He is like a bloody stalker!
But who am I to complain? I have been around some other pretty creepy people, too. Ronald, that bloody psycho-path, locking me in an attic for sixteen years while doing all of the above: beating, cutting, starving, and threatening me every time I either disobeyed or tried to escape. Roger was pretty strange, too...and mean...but was nowhere close to beating the insanity chart when it came to Ronald. Excuse my language but...My Life Has Been REALLY FUCKED UP!
I chuckle to myself silently as I thought of that and looked to the bedroom door. I really wanted to go outside but knew I could not go out the front door. Either Slender or EJ would stop me. Maybe if I slip through the window and quickly sneak away and back before anyone will notice I was gone. Yeah, this plan seemed pretty solid.
Quickly but quietly I reached up on the window, flicking my fingers over the latch to open it, and push the window up and open. I froze for a moment when the window let out a loud squeak at the end, looking back at the door. When no one opened the door, I silently sighed in relief before finally climbing over and through the window and closing it back just enough for me to be able to get back inside once I came back. Then I stopped again to look around to see if anyone was there before running away from the house behind the first bit of trees I could get to.
"That was a lot easier than I thought." I said to myself aloud while taking a deep breath.
"Do you really think so?" Someone's voice said from beside me, making me jump back a bit before realizing it was only Jeff. "Oh wow you didn't hit me or anything that's a first."
I let out a sigh. "It's not like I wasn't planing it." I spat back. "What are you doing out here? It's almost midnight."
He let out a chuckle before leaning up against the tree, beside me, and said, "Shouldn't I say the same thing about you?" I was quiet for a moment. "It's part of my routine. Every Tuesday and Friday night before midnight I go out a do my killing. So why don't you tell me what brought you out, princess."
"Don't call me that." I told him quickly and went quiet for a moment. "I just wanted to go out and explore. I don't like being cramped into one place and being told where I can and can't go."
"Hm..." He said while rubbing his chin. "Oh, okay then, guess I'll see around later."
When he started walking away, I started thinking back to what I wanted to say to him. We did get off on the wrong foot. "Wait," I said a little loudly, but he stopped. He did not turn around but he still listened. "I...ah...I-I...wanted to...ah...say."
Why was I getting so nervous? "Say what?" Jeff asked, turning himself halfway around.
Come on I can do this. "To say...I'm...sorry about before." I told him, facing the ground. "It wasn't right for me to act the way I did last night. It was wrong for me to take my anger out on you. I'm sorry. Maybe we can try again and be...friends?"
He was quiet for a moment, staring off into space, as if he were thinking really hard about what to say next. This had to work.
"Naw, don't need any of those." Jeff said and started walking off.
He could not be serious. "Wait a minute!" I shouted at him, forgetting to keep my voice down. "Why are you such a pain in the ass?"
"If I were you, I would stay away from me." He said simply. "I'm not the kind of person to go to and ask to be their friend. If that's what you want then go play with Sally and her creepy teddy bear or somebody else that isn't me."
"Why? I wouldn't mind being your friend, Jeff. Can't you just give me a chance?"
He was quiet again but stopped walking to turn halfway towards me. Why was he trying to push me away? I was trying to be nice to him! "Fine just don't do anything to get me mad, like BEN."
"O-okay." I stuttered, but he didn't move still.
He let out a sigh and turned completely to me. "Do you want to come with me." Jeff asked, and I just looked at him for a minute. "I don't really care if you do or don't but it's your choice. I'm leaving."
•Time Skip•
I ended up going with him. Yeah going out killing with Jeff was not exactly how I thought I would spend my time relaxing but oh well.
He was very quiet, did not say a word, and walked with a quick stride; like he was in a hurry. I; on the other hand, struggled to keep up with him and was too afraid to ask him to slow down. By the time he actually stopped we were at the edge of the woods. I had no idea where we were but surely he did.
I leaned up against one of the trees, trying to catch my breath and rubbing my throbbing side, which was hurting from walking too much. Just barely I heard Jeff chuckle and say aloud, "If you were having that much of trouble keeping up with me you could of asked me to slow down."
"D-didn't want t-to." I told him in a huff and looked around where we were.
Just by glancing outside the tree line of the woods, I could see several houses to my left and a large park to my right slightly illuminated by several of many more lamp posts along the sidewalks. The moon now was covered by a thick blanket of clouds, hiding its beautiful light from everything and everyone. It was silent except for the low sound of the light wind blowing and a car alarm a little ways away.
Jeff nudged my shoulder and said, "Put your hood up and head low." Then he put his hood up, faced the ground, and started walking towards the closest sidewalk, heading towards the houses. Quickly I did as I was told and rushed to catch up with him, nearly almost tripping myself up on the edge of the sidewalk and getting a good laugh at from Jeff because he happened to see it, too.
We walked quietly for a while longer until Jeff turned down a long dirt path where I could see lead to a somewhat large house. The house was about the width of two mobile homes but then the height of two also. It was two stories just because of how I saw that there were a set of stairs inside through the window. Outside the house there were two cars, a large metallic 2013 GMC Sierra and a tan 2004 tahoe sitting outside it.
"I guess I could teach you the roots." Jeff muttered to himself. "Ready to see a REAL killer show you how it's done, princess?" I let out a growl but did not say anything to him as we walked closer to the house.
As we walked to the house he started explaining things to me about when going out killing. Some of it would be the very obvious. Like when you pick a house there is three things you need to be cautious of. First, you have to make sure that there are people home or getting into the house will be pointless. Second, if there is any signs that the house has an alarm system 'do not' hit that house. Simple enough right? Last, you have to make sure the house is isolated enough to do your kill to be sure that no neighbors hear you.
When we get up to the house, he takes a quick look around it before coming back to me, telling me there is an open window in the back. That is how we sneaked in, slipping through the open bedroom window.
It was awfully dark and cluttered. I had a real struggle trying not to trip over anything or make a sound. It the room there was an empty bed but the bedroom door was wide open. Down the hall outside the door I could see another door, slightly cracked open with light spilling through from the inside. The sound of running water was heard from inside the room, too, so I had to assume someone was taking a shower.
When we heard footsteps coming from another room towards the hallway, Jeff grabs me by my arm and pulls me into the bedroom closet. I let out a squeak, and Jeff quickly slapped his hand over my mouth before whispering to me to be quiet. As he took his hand off my mouth the bedroom light was flipped on and made both of us look through the crack of the closet door to see a short teenage girl.
She had long flat blonde hair that went to the middle of her back. She rummaged around the room for a moment, clearing off her bed and changing into a pair of long grey sweatpants and a baggy white tank-top. Before turning the light off again she ran a brush through her hair and slipped a pair of socks on her feet. After she laid down in her bed, Jeff waited a moment before slowly opening the closet door and quietly move his way towards her bed, being extra cautious of the things that cluttered the floor.
Quietly I shuffled around a bit so I could see what he was doing clearly, watching him slowly pull a knife from his hoodie pocket. The rest happened so fast it made me jump, because the girl had not been asleep and screamed when she saw Jeff. Jeff had quickly put a hand over her mouth and raised his knife before stabbing her multiple times in the chest.
Her muffled screaming quickly subsided and eyes stared off into space as her body went still. She had put up little to no fight with him. All she did was try to block the knife with her arms and thrash around her legs. Scarlet covers the top half of her body and is splattered across Jeff's clothes and drips from off of his knife to the tan carpet.
When he looks at me, I shudder a bit on the inside as he stares me down. I wanted to mock him a bit just for a little humor but I could not find the courage to do so, especially when the water running in the bathroom turned off and the sound of a shower curtain being pushed aside was heard. As soon as Jeff heard it he quickly made his way back into the closet almost knocking me over in the process. Almost as soon as he got inside the closet, the bathroom door opened and there was a deep male voice talking.
"Marci, are you alright?" The voice said as footsteps started walking towards the bedroom. "Are you asleep already?" Then the bedroom light turned on and the voice yelled and a man went rushing over to the girls bed.
"Holy fuck he's huge." Both Jeff and I said low softly to ourselves, staring at the large man. The man was not just tall but big, and I do not mean the chunky kind of big. I mean the large, strapping or muscular kind of big. "No problem."
I looked over at Jeff curiously, "Are you sure?" I whispered, and he nodded his head before slowly and quietly opening the closet door.
I do not know what came over me. Before he walked out of the closet I had reached out grabbing his arm tightly, making him look at me and me quickly let go. What was wrong with me? When we met earlier today, I hated him to the last strand of his burnt black hair, but now I was worried for him. I did not want him to get hurt.
"Sorry..." I quickly told him, but it took him a moment until he started walking out of the closet.
As quietly as he could he walked out of the closet only to freeze completely still when his leg bumped into the small trashcan, knocking it over with a loud pang. The large man quickly turned around, seeing Jeff with the knife which was covered from the tip of the blade to the hilt with crimson. Pure anger flashed in his brown eyes and his hands clenched themselves into large knuckle popping fists. Something like fear raced in my mind. I was really worried for Jeff.
"You-" The man said in a deep but shaky voice, "killed my little girl!"
As soon as he stopped talking he lunged himself at Jeff who quickly moved out of the way. Jeff swung his arm towards him, but the man caught him by his wrist and pried the knife out of his hand. At that point Jeff was trying to free himself frantically but the man had more strength.
My heart was racing with fear. I was completely scared for Jeff's safety. When I saw the man pulling his arm back, the knife pointed at Jeff, ready to stab him, I could not control myself.
I threw open the closet door and quickly rushed over to Jeff and the man who had his back to me. Without a moment of thought I jumped up on the strapping man's back, my arms wrapped themselves around his neck, chocking and surprising him enough to let go of Jeff. He dropped the knife and used both hands to try to pry my arms from around his throat, but I was not letting go.
As I did this Jeff grabbed the knife from the ground before quickly and repeatedly stabbing the man until he was just barely moving on the floor. "Go to sleep." Jeff said loudly and a moment later the man did but to never wake again.
-Time Skip-
We walked quietly back to the mansion; mostly because I did not want to think about what had just happened. I did not even understand why I felt like that, worried about Jeff and all. I hatted him...did I not?
Sooner or later I knew Jeff was going to say something. "What was with you back there?" He asked, and I just shrugged my shoulders. Then I heard him chuckle. "You were me~"
I stopped walking and looked at him for a moment, thanking the night for being dark enough to hide my blush. "You wish. Why would I be worried about you?" I said loudly, voice cracking slightly.
"Ha! You were!" Jeff said in a laugh.
I shuck my head and continued walking. "I was worried about myself. That guy was at least twice my step-dad's size." I said trying to sound reasonable. Then I turned around to look at him, seeing him looking at me.
I was frozen in my spot unable to move. Why was I acting like this? I do not even like him. I do not! But then why am I finding myself speechless and turning red all a sudden.
He did not notice. "Whatever I know that you were worried." He told me as he caught up standing in front of me. "Just admit it."
I could not control what I was doing. By the time I realized what I was doing, I was maybe less than an inch from his face. What was I doing?! When I tried to move away from him, Jeff grabbed me by my arm, pulled me closer, and filled the rest of the missing gap between our lips.
I lost all control of my body and forgot all my reasons for why I 'believed' I hated him. My mind floated away and my heart felt like it was being squeezed. When he pulled away, I let out a breath that I did not even realize that I was holding. I had no idea what to say or do next, so when I did nothing he let go of me and tried to turn away, stuttering words as he did.
"I-I...ah...I" He said but went quiet when I grabbed him by the front of his jacket and brought him back for another kiss. Shortly after he returned the favor, kissing me, too. Maybe...I do like him...