Annabeth backed up, warily scrutinizing the two freaks in front of her. She was not a fool - she was quite aware that there was a slim chance that she'd get out of here alive. Hell, not one, but two supernatural, unkillable psychos? The chances were that she'd:

1. Get killed

2. Get tortured

3. Get raped

4. Get raped, tortured, and killed

Even so, it was not in her nature to just give up when things were looking down. She wasn't as optimistic as her mother had been, but she did have a hard personality. If these two fuckers thought that she was going to curl up and sob while they had their way with her, they were sadly mistaken. She knew that she couldn't kill them, but hell was going to freeze over before she went down without making at least one of them feel some pain. They were messing with the wrong girl.

"Here's some advice for you, cutie-pie." LJ grinned, putting his needle-sharp teeth on full display. "Put that puny pen down and come with us quietly, and things will be a lot easier for you, mm'kay ?~"

"Yeah, babe." Jeff cooed in that silky voice of his. "I - we've set our sights on you, and trying to escape will be useless. You can buy a ticket to Africa and live with the Bongos and we'd still find you. Why make it harder on yourself? Just be an obedient little doll and you'll be fine...maybe."

Who did they think they were kidding? Certainly not her. "Fuck that." Annabeth hissed at them. "If you boys want a fight, come at me with all you've got. I'm not scared of two dumbasses who live such pathetic lives that they have to kill to feel joy. How fucking sad is that?"

Astonishing how one could switch from a seductive, darkly charming snake to an all-out anger filled bear. "You fucking bitch!" Jeff bellowed, rage flaring in his cerulean eyes. "I'll make you fucking regret letting those words leave your mouth!"

Annabeth cowed inwardly. This guy had serious issues - well, duh. He was a killer. Either he needed hook up an anger management class, or he was bipolar. Part of her wanted to whimper and apologize profusely, but she swallowed the urge down, reminding herself, Never let anyone push you around. "I'd like to see you try." she challenged softly.

And just like that, the fury in Jeff's orbs vanished, replaced by lust. "It's so fucking hot when you act all rough and tough, sweetcheeks." An insane chuckle slipped from his mouth.

"Yeah, too bad we're going to have to utterly squash that attitude, huh?" LJ commented.

Annabeth sneered. "Good luck with that, Stripes. Just try it, and I'll shove your beloved lollipops so far up your ass that you'll be waddling around with it for the rest of your life."

Before his - friend? Partner? - could respond to her threat, Jeff let out a bored sigh. "You're so cute, babe, but it gets a little old after a while, you know? I mean," he smirked, "no fear, no screaming. Most of those whores I kill are crying and pleading for their pathetic lives. You're...different, though. Unfortunately for you, I doubt you're really as tough as you like to seem, doll. And I'm going to see that submissive side of you someday soon. After that...well...we could have some fun together, don't you think?"

The implication was obvious to Annabeth, and thoroughly revolting. "No way in hell, you disgusting - "

In the blink of an eye, Jeff had closed the distance between them, swinging his knife hilt first at Annabeth's head. She silently thanked her naturally speedy reflexes as she barely dove out of the way and stumbled against the wall, regaining her balance. As she quickly turned around to face the two mental creeps, she noticed a fake pout of Jeff's face, along with a hint of amusement. He was toying with her.

"Aww, that's no fun, sweetcheeks." Jeff whined. "Why won't you just stay still? It'd be a lot easier for both of us."

Annabeth opened her mouth to respond when a knock on the door stopped her. "Annabeth?" It was Emily's voice, much to her horror. "You've been in there a while. Are you okay?"

"Emily!" Annabeth called frantically. "Don't come in here! There's - " Her warning was cut off as Jeff, taking advantage of her distraction, charged forward and barreled into her, knocking them both down. The point of his knife hovered next to her cheek. "No you don't. This is a private little game between you and me, doll. Don't breathe a single word about this to anyone else, understand? Otherwise..." he smirked. "You'll regret it."

"Annabeth!" came Emily's voice again. "I'm coming in in ten seconds!"

Jeff glanced at the door before looking back down at the girl pinned beneath him, Laughing Jack watching with a delighted grin on his face. "I'm afraid we're going to have to close the curtains here. For now." he hissed, emphasizing the for now. The message was crystal clear - he'd be back. "In the meantime," purred the killer, "Consider this a parting gift."

Annabeth's brain scrambled to process his words. A parting gift? What did he mean?

She got her answer in a second, and honestly would've preferred she hadn't.

Jeff the Killer kissed her.

Her eyes widened until she thought they'd burst, physically gagging as his lips connected to hers, his tongue hungrily swiping the seam of her lips. They parted out of pure shock. And lustful groan escaped Jeff as he tangled his hands through Annabeth's hair, sweeping the moist cavern. Their tongues tangled, instinctively battling for dominance. Before a clear victor could be decided, Jeff broke off, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. "You're good at this, dollface." he crooned, caressing Annabeth's cheek. Her orbs widened in disgust as she shoved the creep's hands off her, feeling completely violated. Her first kiss, stolen by this deranged, maniacal asshole.

Jeff chuckled darkly at her actions. "It ain't as bad as you make it seem, babe. Hell, I think it felt pretty good for both of us."

"Fuck you." Annabeth spat.

Jeff's smirk widened, blood oozing from the self-inflicted lacerations on his cheek. "All in due time, doll." he giggled. "Part of me wants to take right you right here and right now, in more ways than one. But that would ruin our little game, don't you think? So I'll hold myself back a little. Just a little. I hope you like my little opening act, because I've got a shit ton more in store for you. Oh, and before I forget..." Jeff leaned perilously close to Annabeth's ear, his cold lips whispering against her skin. "Welcome to hell, sweetcheeks."

Somewhere, somehow, Annabeth found the strength to respond. "Thanks for the consideration, asshole." she growled.

This only made the killer laugh harder. "Oh, you're so welcome, babe." he purred.

The door swung open. Annabeth's head snapped up, terrified that Emily would come in and find her in a compromising position with this psychopath.

"What's going on, Beth? Why are you on the floor?"

Huh? Annabeth glanced back in the killers' direction.

They were gone.

Damn.

"It's nothing. Not important." Annabeth choked out. "I just slipped and fell on that puddle of water." she lied, pointing at a convenient wet spot on the bathroom floor.

Emily frowned. "You're not usually this clumsy, Annabeth. Are you sure you're okay?"

The mentioned girl forced a smile past her lips, managing to make it seem genuine. "I'm fine, Em. Really. Just the stress of the school year catching up to me."

Her friend grinned. "Yeah, I can totally understand that." she chirped as Annabeth stood up, wiping off her dress. "C'mon. Let's go party some more."

Annabeth nodded. In truth, she wanted nothing more than to go home and forget about this whole ordeal, but she couldn't do that without raising Emily's suspicions. So she played along, feigning enthusiasm.

Though inside she knew that her life would never go back to the way it was before.

Oh. My. God. I made Jeff and LJ COMPLETELY OOC, didn't I? I'm so sorry! *runs around in distress*

As usual, thanks for reading.

See you soon.