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So, this chapter is really just about making Jeff realise that Jessie is actually quite upset...which he should know already, but he's a boy so...not that ALL boys don't notice when a girl is sad, but it's common I guess...

Also, I'm nearly done with the Prologue and 1st Chapter of my Nightmare on Elm Street/ Creepypasta fanfiction and I shall be uploading it soon...I know I should concentrate on this story, but I'm a girl, I can multitask :) I know that I said I would wait to write it, but the words just flew through the keyboard and before I knew it I was like "I really wanna upload this now...god dangit!"

But yar...so, I'll take my leave now and let you guys enjoy this new chapter :)

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Chapter Thirty-Six

Realisation

Night had fallen and Jeff was rushing towards Jessie's house. As usual, his hoody was up since he was in public and had a great desire to not be seen, and his head was down, his wide eyes staring at the ground; underneath his hood and messy, dark fringe, a smile could be made out, other than the one he had in-carved on himself.

He couldn't stop thinking about the night before. The face Jessie was making when she snapped and began to chop John up like someone carving a turkey was absolutely beautiful to him – not that she wasn't beautiful to him anyway; the bloodlust in her eyes, the cute chuckles and demented laughter that had escaped her mouth, the playful words that she used to taunt her victims, she was a natural- born killer and Jeff had never been more attracted to and proud of her. He actually found her display sexually stimulating. It took a huge amount of energy not to pin her down and rip her apart right there and then, not caring that John's friends would've been able to watch them; that would've made it all the more exciting. Jeff knew he was twisted in that respect, but he just didn't care.

Nothing could prevent Jeff from smirking right now. The men who had enraged him more than anyone had ever enraged him before were dead now and the person who had taken care of that was the woman he loved. To him, yesterday was a perfect day. The only bad part of it was that he and Jessie hadn't had the chance to have sex, but that was only because she seemed to be exhausted after her first kill that Jeff thought that he would give her space and time to rest up – which took everything in his power to do.

He reached Jessie's house, peeking through the window as he tended to do before entering the place; the lights were off in the living room and no one was there. He backed away quickly, looked up and noticed that none of the lights in the house seemed to be on. He didn't remember Jessie saying that she was going anywhere and he couldn't imagine her going to bed so early.

He snuck through to the back of the house and climbed through the backdoor, only opening it just wide enough for his body to fit through out of habit; he had to be sneaking normally when entering people's houses and even though Jessie always expected him there, the habit was extremely hard to break. He closed the small opening behind him and stood alone in the darkness.

"What the hell…?" He whispered.

He turned his pale face towards the sofa, where he would normally find Jessie laid down on or sat on and noticed something; he went to pick up a piece of small, lined paper with writing on it that had been left on the couch. He saw his name on it and realised that it must've been for him from Jessie.

"Jeff,

I've gone out. Meet me at the building from yesterday as soon as you can.

-Jessie"

For a moment, Jeff stared blankly at the letter, contemplating why Jessie wasn't there and why she was at the area where she committed her first murder; he was pretty sure that she wouldn't remember where that area was because of how distracted she was when they went there and on the way back – on the way there because she was too busy wondering where they were going and her surroundings seemed to frighten her and on the way back because she was too busy concentrating on what she had just done. Did she go back because she wanted to bask in the glory of her first kill?

*BEEP* *BEEP*

Jeff felt a vibration in his pocket and reached in it to grab his mobile; BEN was on the other line. He answered with no hesitation. Maybe BEN knew why Jessie wasn't at her house.

"BEN? What's up?"

"Jeff…I need to talk to you." The tone of BEN's voice was that of irritation, an irritation that Jeff wasn't used to. Whatever BEN needed to speak about must've been important, but all Jeff wanted to concentrate on was going and locating Jessie.

"Um…can't it wait? I have something to take care of right now…"

"It's about Jessie."

That statement was enough to make Jeff stop in his tracks and listen to what BEN had to say; his friend on the other side of the world might've had the answer to his inquiry about why Jessie had run off to the abandoned house; he didn't know why BEN would know when he didn't, but it was a possibility. "What about Jessie?"

"I got a call from her today. She wanted to talk about last night." Jeff instantly remembered BEN receiving a call earlier and using it as a reason to get off the phone with him. He didn't understand why he hadn't told him that it was Jessie calling. Were they talking about Jeff?

"What did she say?"

"You didn't ask how she felt about it all did you?" Jeff froze with confusion.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jeff was officially aggravated. Something had actually managed to ruin his mood and piss him off.

"How did she feel about it all?"

Jeff opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it, realising that he couldn't answer the question; he couldn't remember seeing Jessie's expression after she killed the boys or asking her about it. She had barely spoken on the way home, but Jeff assumed that she was just so full of ecstasy and pleasure and most of all excitement like Jeff had been, that she could barely speak. Once a few seconds of silence passed, BEN continued.

"You don't even know do you?"

"S-So what?!" Jeff snapped. "What does that have to do with what you wanna talk to me about?!"

"Jessie's full of guilt and regret right now."

The young killer paused, almost as if time itself had stopped. "What?"

"She came to me to speak about it. She cried like a baby, saying that she couldn't face her friends or anyone she knew actually. She did enjoy killing those guys, but she hates that she did, which you probably didn't even bother to ask."

Jeff gulped at this new information, surprised that he hadn't know any of it. Why hadn't Jessie cried to him? Why had she decided to cry to BEN? He thought that she knew that she could lean on him? That he could protect her…

"I suggest you talk to her…I told her to move in with you."

"What?"

"I told her that it would be best. It's given her something to think about, but you might still wanna have a chat with her."

The murderer gritted his teeth and muttered angrily "Why did she go to you about this?"

Silence flooded the other end of the phone.

"Why?! Me and her…we…we…"

"What? Fucked?" Jeff scoffed at this comment. "That doesn't mean anything! If you didn't bother to ask her how she felt then she isn't gonna think that you care about her or her feelings! Jesus! You're so fucking stupid sometimes! You're the one who normally tell me this stuff!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Jeff shouted with a surprising amount of sadness in his voice from the truth being forced upon him.

"Answer me one question then!" Jeff stood his ground, waiting for the question. "Did Jessie ever say to you that she wanted to kill John and his friends?"

Jeff couldn't answer.

He and BEN both knew what the answer was, but he couldn't convey it out of fear and shame.

"Thought so."

BEN hung up, leaving Jeff stood in a dark, empty house with his own thoughts.

He had never been as close to someone as he had Jessie, so he wasn't used to it; it wasn't an excuse or anything, but he hadn't ever had to care for someone like this. He had lived the majority of his life only looking out for himself and therefore, developing a selfish attitude and never feeling the need to ask how anyone else around him felt. Why would he? No one ever cared about how he felt, so why should he? The bullies who destroyed his skin didn't care about him. His mother and father didn't care about him. Liu, the only person in the whole world who he ever thought cared for him looked at him with such fear the night he killed him. He trembled at Jeff climbed onto the bed on top of him, cowering in fear at the beautiful face Jeff had made for himself. The look disgusted Jeff. He ended it with a swing of his blade.

"Jessie…SHIT!"

He sprinted out of the house and down to the bus station that led to the abandoned manor, not even caring that his hood wasn't up and he was exposed.

"I need to see you! GODDAMNIT!"