"No." Annabeth stated bluntly. "I didn't miss you."
Jeff pouted. "Now that's not very nice, babe. After all, I came all this way just to see that gorgeous face of yours again."
"Fuck that," Annabeth growled at him. "I don't give two fucks what you're reasons are - get the hell out. And stay the hell out."
"But dollface ~" the killer whined in a ridiculously childlike voice, like a four-year-old who wasn't getting his way. For some reason, the naivety behind the tone chilled Annabeth to the bone. "That would ruin our fun little game. Besides, if I did leave you alone, my focus would have to shift to some other cute little girl. Say...that pitifully delicate best friend of yours." his Cheshire cat grin widened as Annabeth's eyes snapped open, his implication slowly dawning on her. "Was her name...Emily?"
"Lay a single fucking finger on her and I will chop off your man parts and feed them to you, piece by piece." Annabeth hissed, her blood simmering and her head pounding with fury. This sack of shit has just threatened her best friend, and that was not okay. She didn't give a rat's ass whether Jeff was unkillable or not. Endangering her friend was completely unforgivable in Annabeth's eyes, and she would damn well make sure that Jeff knew it. He was not going to get to Emily. She wouldn't allow him to, even if it meant cutting him into bite-sized pieces and storing each one in a separate jar.
Unexpectedly, the teenager caught a flash of lust in Jeff's eyes. It made her cringe in disgust. "There's something about the way you say that that makes you so fucking hot." he breathed. "You're like a fucking drug, doll. I know I shouldn't, I know it's bad, but I still want more and more with each passing second. And guess what?"
He was pinning Annabeth to the bathroom wall before she could blink, his leathery hand caressing her face. The girl's eyes widened from panic and anger as the killer smirked, bringing his face dangerously close to her. Their lips almost brushed, reminding Annabeth of their kiss. The thought did not help.
"I'm Jeff the Killer, and I always. Fucking. Get. What. I. Want."
His fucking voice. It was so potent, so full of insanity and lust and want and anger that tears formed in Annabeth's eyes - partly tears of fear, but so much more. How someone could be reduced to this state, she didn't know and didn't want to. Jeffrey Woods had once been a human being, just like anyone else. Just like her father, her mother, Emily...
Just like her.
So how...
How did he become like...this?
What the hell happened to him?
Jeff noticed the moisture in her eyes and giggled. He sounded so unbalanced, so fucking crazy. "What's the matter, sweetcheeks?" the killer cooed, producing his knife from his pocket and letting the sharp point of the blade hover in front of Annabeth's cheek. "Are you scared? Well boo fucking hoo."
Get a fucking grip, Annabeth!
Spurred by a sudden burst of anger, Annabeth slapped his hand aside, eyes flaring. "Don't touch me, you delusional maniac." she spat. "You kill for a living, because you can't find anything better to do? That's fucking pathetic. I'm not scared of some jerk that couldn't control his own self and ended up killing his family. And after that, you regretted it! If you were going to do that, you shouldn't have killed them in the first place! I think it should be me saying 'boo fucking hoo' to you, don't you thi - "
THWACK!
Annabeth's gray orbs widened in shock and pain as Jeff backhanded her across the face, knocking her head to the side. The teenager reeled back for a moment, stunned, before she forced herself to regain her bearings.
"You insolent bitch!" Jeff snarled, his icy blue eyes filled with astonishing rage and instability. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"
The girl swallowed back her fear. She refused to let this fucker have his way. If he was used to his victims cowering and begging for their lives, he had another thing coming. She didn't beg, not to despicable, vile, rotten serial killers like him. "I'm just me," she stated. "but that's enough to tell that you - you act all tough, but you're really just a pitiful little boy who's trying to find his place in the world. But guess what? There's no place for a killer like you. Not here, not fucking anywhere. I bet Liu would agree, don't you, Jeffrey?"
The killer released a strangled scream, his fist lashing out and punching the wall, missing Annabeth's face by an inch. If he'd been accurate, her face would be smashed in, and she'd probably be dead. As it was, there was a large hole in the wall from where the killer's fist had slammed into it.
Goddamn my life.
"Don't!" Jeff's shriek echoed through the house like an explosion. "Don't fucking say his name! Don't make me think about him! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut the fuck up!"
Annabeth took a nervous step away from the ranting boy, unsure of how to respond. The rational part of screamed, RUN, YOU DUMBASS! while the emotional, soft part of her told her to stay and try to calm him down. But no way in hell she was doing that shit - Annabeth might've been reckless, but she wasn't stupid.
After a moment's consideration, the girl raced to the kitchen and snatched a knife out of the cupboard. She would've preferred a handgun, or a shotgun, or an AK-47, but of course, she didn't own any of those things, so she'd have to make do with what she had.
Jeff's maniacal tantrum had apparently only gotten worse. He was currently sprawled on the bathroom floor, curled in a ball, constantly throwing ranting fits or screaming bloody murder about how he'd skin Annabeth alive and feed her guts to "Smile" and her kidneys to "EJ".
Annabeth wasn't sure what he was talking about, but she held the knife in front of her warily, considering her options. Attack him? Maybe, but she couldn't be sure how he would respond. That option was one she'd rather not take, and would only save for last resort.
Call the police? Would they arrive on time? Besides, if the Creepypastas were truly unkillable, then calling the cops might just get more people killed. Annabeth didn't want that. She had to deal with this alone. Another last-minute resort, then.
Wait...
Wasn't there something about the Creepypastas that said they, for some reason, never killed and avoided attacking police officers?
Why?
Who fucking cares? Annabeth screamed at herself. Call the police!
Taking advantage of the boy's raging fit, the girl ran from the bathroom, grabbed her phone and dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" came a calm, stern yet comforting voice from the other end of the line.
"In my house - somehow - " Annabeth took a deep breath, calming her frazzled nerves. "I'm sorry for blabbering - Jeff the Killer is in my house. 2586 Lucifenian Courte."
"Jeff the Killer?" the voice held a slight hint of surprise and eagerness. Apparently Jeff was a popular candidate for being thrown in a jail cell.
"Yes." Annabeth responded simply.
"Alright, hold on." the woman replied. "We've sent people over."
' The teen breathed out quietly. "Thank you. I'll be fine now." she said, though she wasn't sure of that.
"You're welcome. Would you like me to stay on line, or - "
Suddenly, a callous hand yanked the cellphone away from Annabeth. "No you don't, bitch." snarled a familiar and very unwelcome voice.
"Ma'am?" the woman on the other side called. "Ma'am, are you alri - "
Her voice cut off abruptly as Jeff threw the phone to the ground and stomped on it, breaking the device into hundreds of little bits of glass and machinery. As he finished utterly crushing it, he turned furious eyes on Annabeth. She squashed down the urge to beg for forgiveness and instead gripped the knife in her hand so hard that it shook.
"You think you can get away from me?" Jeff snarled. "If I want you, I'm going to fucking have you, whether you like it or not. You might as well accept that right now."
Survive. Survive until the police get here.
"I don't thing so, Jeff." Annabeth cooed. "If you think you're going to have me, you're in for a surprise. You see, I don't care if you want me, or any bullshit like that. I belong to no one but myself, so you can go fuck yourself."
"You little slut," the killer spat. His previous charming attitude was gone, replaced by dark, maniacal fury. "I'll make you eat those words when I fucking break you and turn you into my own personal doll."
Annabeth's eyes narrowed. "Dream about it, creep. If you so much as try, I'll gut you with your own precious knife."
A deranged chuckle escaped Jeff's mouth, his rage abruptly reverting back to his "snake" persona, as Annabeth had labelled it. "As dreamy as it is to sit here conversing with you, babe, we're kind of on a time limit because a certain someone called those meddling cops. I'm going to have to make you mine right this instant, and we'll talk more at my place, mmm'kay? ~"
"Hell to the - "Annabeth started, but cut off and reeled backwards in surprise as Jeff leaped at her, his knife hilt poised to knock her out cold. She ducked under the strike and ran out the room, dashing madly through the long hallway (her father was a rich man) and scrambled down the stairs, nearly tripping in her urge to get away.
"Come back here, sweetcheeks ~" Jeff's voice crooned from somewhere upstairs, making her hackles stand on end. "I promise I won't hurt you...much."
Yeah, that totally reassures me, asshole. Annabeth thought sarcastically, though she wasn't dumb enough to call out and alert him of her location. By the sound of his relaxed footsteps, Jeff was in no hurry to track her down. He believes that I can never escape him. Arrogant bastard. But that fact could work in her favor. That and the other truth that she knew the large house better than him. It wasn't much, but it was all Annabeth had, and she'd make sure to use it well until the police got here.
The teen slipped into the guest bathroom, locked the door, and barricaded it with a small shelf, and scooted over to the window, barely large enough for the slender girl to squeeze out. Luckily, it was far too small for Jeff to enter through. Unluckily, it would take some time for Annabeth to get out herself.
"Dollface ~" Jeff's alluring voice sounded horrifyingly close to the bathroom door. Annabeth swallowed the impulse to scream and quietly opened the window, prepared to leap the hell out if Jeff tried anything.
BANG!
The girl jumped. The bathroom door rattled wildly, as if something, or someone, was throwing itself at it. At this point, Annabeth wanted to curl up on the floor and sob, but she couldn't afford that. This piece of shit was not getting the better of her. She refused to let him.
"Come on, doll, open the door." the killer grumbled, sounding like he was just fucking arguing with a friend.
This sick, psychopathic, maniacal fucker.
"I know you're in there ~" Jeff wildly twisted the door handle to the bathroom, trying to get it open. For the moment, he was unsuccessful, and Annabeth sagged slightly in relief, but then there was a metallic clunk. The girl'seyes widened as she realized what was happening. Jeff was trying to cut a hole into the wooden door, reach in, and unlock it. Annabeth wondered if she should get the hell out of there right this instant, but before she could make up mind, a blade lodged through the door and twisted this way and that, shaving off scraps of wood and widening the hole. She nearly screamed.
Before the girl could react, a hand reached through the door and groped for the handle. Recovering from her shock, Annabeth darted forward and, without hesitation, stabbed his hand with her own knife.
"FUCK!" Jeff bellowed so loudly, Annabeth winced. She stumbled back to the window and clambered out of it, slipping her slender body through it. She fell head over heals down the roughly six foot drop, biting her lip to stop herself from groaning from he hard impact. What the hell was taking the police so long?
Reaching up, Annabeth close the window back up just as a shriek of frustration and rage come from outside the bathroom door. She swallowed. Jeff was pissed.
"Get your ass over here, bitch!" the enraged killer screamed.
Annabeth nearly laughed, despite herself. Get back here? He was wasting his breath. No way she was doing that. Only a one-month-old baby would listen to listen to that. Actually, she doubted even one of them would.
Suddenly, Annabeth tilted her head, a wailing sound reaching her ears. It didn't sound like a person. It sounded like...
Sirens.
Yes!
The police were coming! Just a little bit longer!
Scrambling to her feet, the teenager ran across the yard at breakneck speed, trying to prevent herself from falling on her ass on the slippery grass. She dove behind a dense bush, ignoring the twigs and branches that dug into her skin. There were probably bugs crawling all over her, but that was the very least of Annabeth's worries right now. Hunkering down in the shrubbery, Annabeth listened to the sound of the sirens, trying to take comfort from the keening noise. Her heartbeat boomed in her ears slowly and ethereally, as if the world had slowed and each second had stretched out to a minute.
"Found yoooouuuuu! ~"
With a shriek, Annabeth lurched out of the bush to see the psychopath standing over her, his knife glinting in the fading light. She had no idea how he'd found her so fast - maybe she just sucked at hide-and-seek.
With a manic smile, Jeff raised his knife, its hilt poised over her head. "Go to sleep!" he cackled, laughing madly.
No you fucking do not, you psycho.
As Jeff brought the hilt down over her head, Annabeth, for the third - fourth? Fifth? - time, dodged the strike and purposely barreled straight into Jeff's legs, knocking him down. With a fair bit of cursing, Annabeth hauled herself to her feet and hightailed it across the yard, aiming for the fence so she could climb over it and get the hell out of there.
Before the teenager could reach her fence, someone hammered into Annabeth, making her sprawl to the ground. The pounding impact made a gasp escape her, her torso throbbing.
"Give up, doll," Jeff whispered in her ear, teasing her earlobe with the point of his knife. Annabeth shivered. "When I want something, I fucking get it. If you weren't so damn stupid, we could've avoided all of this. But I guess I should be glad you're so stubborn, because this has been a shit ton of fun. And now, you're finally mine. It's time for you to go to slee - "
"Freeze!"
The authoritative voice made even Jeff pause for a second.
Police officers poured into the yard, all of them armed with guns, every single one pointing at the killer.
"Damn it..." he growled, his body tensing.
"Get off the girl, drop the knife, and put your hands up in the air or we'll shoot." the same voice said calmly.
Jeff gave a sharp giggle. "You know you can't kill me, mortal. Dollface and I have a little unfinished business, so give us a little fucking privacy, why don't you?"
"You lying ass!" Annabeth spat. "We don't have any business between us. Get the hell off of me."
"You're so cold, sweetcheeks."Jeff complained, ignoring the cops.
"We will shoot." the officer threatened again.
The killer groaned. "Fine, fine." he got up, looking down at Annabeth. "Fuckface won't let me kill cops - otherwise, you'd be fucked. But don't relax. You're mine, doll, and I'll make sure you know it." He crouched down again, whispering directly in her ear.
"I'll be back."
Then he was gone.
Phew! This was one long chapter. I did not mean to make it this long, sorry.
Thanks for reading, and see you guys soon.