Hey guys, I'm back!! Yay!! -applause applause- Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter!! The song that is mentioned in this chapter is called "Envy" by Nicki Minaj. I absolutely love her music. Enjoyyyyy!!

Aislin's P.O.V.

The next morning, or I'm assuming it was the next morning, it could have been the middle of the day for all I knew, I sat up looking around the darkened room. There was some light coming in from a window behind me. As I continued to look around, I saw no sign of Jason anywhere. It was eerily quiet down in those tunnels. I looked across from me at the several rats that inhabited the labyrinth. It was funny…the rats seemed so content down there. They seemed so unafraid. I stared at them for a minute more, letting my mind wander. I mostly thought about Jason, wondering what he was going to do with me. Wondering if he was ever going to let me go.

I looked down at my nails…they were torn up. I had gotten them done about 2 weeks ago and they were really starting to get ratty, they needed to be filled. I had a feeling that they would never get pampered again. I had a feeling that I was going to be down here for a long time...either alive or dead. I continued to stare at down my dirty hands when I noticed something…something that I had completely forgotten about. I saw on the ring finger of my left hand a ring that Niko had given me shortly after we started dating. It was a beautiful claddagh ring with a large Connemara marble heart in the middle and a pear shaped white topaz sitting in the crown of the claddagh. I loved this ring. But now…I stared down at it in disgust.

After a few more moments of staring and contemplating what to do with the evil ring, I ripped it off my finger and threw it to the ground. I couldn't stand to look at it anymore. It reminded me of him and my new found hatred for the little worm.

I leaned back against the grate and let out a deep sigh. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. There was nothing else for me to do in this shit hole and I refused to let myself stare at the ring that was now lying in the dirt. Suddenly I heard a loud thud. 'Jason must be back…' I didn't even bother to open my eyes.

I heard his heavy footsteps approaching and to be honest, it sent shivers down my spine. I still wasn't sure if he was going to hurt me...even if he came off as being somewhat gentle last night. My mind was beginning to wander again, back to the thoughts I had earlier. For some reason, it had gotten very quiet again. I opened my eyes, wondering where Jason might be. He was standing in front of me, looking down at me. His hand was balled into a fist. I looked up at his face and saw him looking down at his fist. I looked back down and watched as he slowly opened his hand, revealing the ring that I had flung onto the ground not long ago. My eyes wandered back up to his face and I shook my head. "I don't want it…"

Jason began to stare at me now. He didn't speak; he closed his hand around the ring and thrust it toward me. I shook my head. "…It reminds me of him" There was acid in my voice when I spoke of Niko. His actions had made me extremely bitter. I could care less if rabid dogs were gnawing at his parts. I calmed myself before I spoke again, not wanting to upset Jason. "…I don't want it." He stared at me for a more few seconds before turning on his heel and walking over to a small shelf. He gently placed the ring on top of it then took something off and turned back toward me. He sat down on the bed next to me and held out his hand again. This time a small silver bracelet was lying in his hand. It was a simple looking bracelet, with only a heart pendant hanging off of it. It looked like a cheap Tiffany's knock-off.

I slowly took the bracelet from him and put it on, giving him a small smile. I didn't want to offend him. I had to wonder why he gave me a bracelet, especially a bracelet with a heart on it. I looked up at the shelf and saw that there was tons of jewelry sitting upon it. Some very simple and others were more elaborate, like they were stolen from the Queen's personal collection.

Jason's P.O.V.

I watched her as she slid the bracelet over her tiny wrist. I was kind of hoping that she would unhook the back and ask for help putting it on. It would have given me a chance to touch her skin. I looked down at her and I couldn't lie to myself any longer. She was beautiful. Her long brown hair bounced around her shoulders when she moved and her fierce green eyes could penetrate even a dead man's heart. If my heart was still pumping, it would be pumping like a madman by now. I caught her gaze and I saw her beautiful flawless smile. "Thank you…" she whispered to me. It was as if she was lost for words. She probably wondered how a sadistic serial killer could have any kindness in his body. I wondered that very thought myself... how I could have any kindness in my body. For years, I have watched people fall by my blade and I never once regretted hurting any of them. To me, they deserved it. Aislin was different though, I couldn't hurt her. I wouldn't hurt her. She understood me. She knows what it's like to have a killer mentality.

Hell, my mother told her about my past and she seemed genuinely sorry that it had happened. I looked down at her fierce eyes; her face looked up at me, puzzled. "Are you okay?" I merely nodded down at her. I turned and walked over to my sharpening stone. My machete needed desperately to be sharpened and all this fluffy bullshit was starting to make me soft.

Aislin's P.O.V.

I watched him as he walked over to that large spinning wheel. I heard the machete touch the stone and begin to grind it, making it sharper. I looked down at my gift from Jason and smiled a little wider now. It was really sweet of him to give me such a pretty bracelet. Even if it was a knock-off.

I felt eyes on me and looked over to the spinning wheel. I caught Jason glancing over at me. He must have been happy that I was admiring his gift. I smiled over at him and he just nodded his head. It seemed like he was saying 'you're welcome', without actually saying it.

The grinding sound suddenly ceased and Jason was walking back toward me, machete in hand. He tossed it on a small table and sat back down on the bed. He put his hand back on my leg, like he had done last night. He took my hand in his, it was cold and clammy. He put it to his mask then let my hand rest there. My hand was placed on the cheek of his mask. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do but I began to feel his mask. I felt the scratches, some of them were deep. I felt the bumps and I felt some of the peeling paint. He brought his hand up to my face and mirrored my movements.

Jason's P.O.V.

Her skin was warm against my cold, hard skin. It was smooth and slightly rosy. I wondered if she was nervous, she must have been. I watched as her eyes searched my mask, tracing the scratches and bumps. Once she was done, her eyes met mine. Her hand began to move again. She was going for the edge of my mask. I didn't react at first.

She started to lift up my mask. I quickly dropped my hand from her face and grabbed her wrist. "Ow! You're hurting me!" She struggled against my steel-like grip. I didn't want her to face the monster under the mask just yet. "Please… let go…" her voice began to break and her eyes grew wet. I knew I was hurting her. I let go of her hand and let it fall to her lap. I stood up abruptly and fled the scene. I couldn't bear to hurt her.

I heard her call after me. "Wait! I'm sorry!" I couldn't go back just yet. I was afraid I would harm her again.

Aislin's P.O.V.

Who could help me for being curious? But like the old saying goes, 'Curiosity killed the cat.' I'm surprised he didn't kill me. I tried to look down the tunnel but I was unable to see anything. The lights that were hung up along the ceiling didn't make the tunnel bright at all. I frowned then leaned back into the grate. I let out a deep sigh and shook my head. 'Stupid…' I should have known better.

I heard the sound of a door slamming. I sighed again. I wondered to myself where he was and why he didn't kill me. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it anymore. I was beginning to give myself a headache.

To distract myself farther I began to sing to myself. I knew that Jason liked listening to me sing and if he was still lurking around, hopefully he would hear me. I kept my eyes closed and went through my mental playlist. For a quick second I thought of Niko and how he told me his family didn't need me anymore. I had the perfect song for that situation.

"All they do is envy
don't they know what's in me?
Don't they know I'm comin' back, swingin' for that envy
Why would they offend me?
Why they go against me?
Don't they know I'm comin' back…"

I had just started the song when I heard familiar heavy footsteps. He must have heard me singing. I stopped and opened my eyes, seeing Jason walk back into the room. He stared at me. "Do you want me to continue?" He shook his head 'no' then sat down next to me again. He didn't look at me. He sat very still; it made me a bit uneasy. At first, I didn't say anything, I just stared at the back of his head didn't look too abnormal to me. "…Jason?"His body remained very still. "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…" My voice broke off. I wasn't sure what to say to him next.

Before I knew it, he moved. He moved his hands to his mask and stopped. It was as if he was unsure of what he was doing. Then he slowly took his mask off. He turned towards me and revealed his true self.

To my surprise, his face wasn't horribly deformed. Honestly, he looked like a burn victim. His skin was pale and looked tight in certain places. His nose was very narrow at the bridge and at the tip. One of his eyes looked a lot more normal than the other but other than that, he looked fine. "Was that so hard?" I felt like a mother with her hands on her hips talking to a stubborn child.

His eyes met mine and he shook his head 'yes.' He dropped his head again, looking down at the dirt floor. "Are you really that ashamed? You look perfectly fine to me." He snapped his head up and stared at me for a moment. Poor guy must have been confused by my statement. I was sure the only compliments he ever received were compliments by his mother. The only woman who ever loved him.

Jason's P.O.V.

Were her words true? Did she really think I looked perfectly fine? Every time I faced myself in a mirror, I saw the child that was constantly picked on and tormented. The things those kids said to me never left my mind. I often heard their voices whenever I killed the promiscuous teenagers that began camping here.

I continued to look at Aislin. Was it possible for her to love me? Love me like a woman truly loved a man? But then again, was love the same as what was portrayed in the movies I used to watch as a child? I wasn't sure but I was sure of one thing and that was that Aislin belonged to me…whether she liked it or not.

I put my hand up to her face again, feeling her warm skin against the palm of my hand. She didn't move, she just looked into my brown eyes and slightly smiled. I wanted to smile back but I knew my smile was nothing compared to hers. Her white teeth glinted and her soft lips were so inviting. I leaned into her, she didn't move, her body was as stiff as a board. I couldn't tell if she was nervous or if she was put off. I had never kissed a girl before so I was a bit nervous. I leaned in closer to her lips and I could feel her cool breath against my lips.

DING!! I snapped my head up toward the ceiling, looking up at the bells that I installed years ago. The bells let me know when someone is on my property. Teenagers usually trip over one of the numerous wires that rigged to the bells, making them sound. I can tell where they are by what bell rings. I got up from the bed and looked down at Aislin, who was now looking up at the bells. I pulled my mask down and stalked off to find whoever was on my land.

Aislin's P.O.V.

I watched as Jason walked out of the room. I looked around the room shocked. He was going to kiss me. I wasn't sure how to feel. A part of me wanted to kiss him and the other part wanted nothing to do with that. I mentally slapped myself. Was I going insane? Was 3 or 4 days in a darkened room enough to drive me mad? Or did I see Jason for who he could have been, a caring person?

My mind was going crazy, thoughts ran through my head and I didn't know what to think anymore. I couldn't shake the thought that part of me did want to kiss him. I was a little happy though that he was distracted by someone trespassing on the camp. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. What was I going to do? How was I supposed to feel? Could I truly love someone with such a horrifying and sad past?

I pursed my lips together. I thought of Niko and his family again. Of course I could love someone with a horrifying past. Jason wasn't like Niko though. Jason was a true serial killer. I wondered if maybe Jason was attracted to the fact that I could kill people as well. I shook my head. I was so confused…so lost. God, what am I supposed to do?

Ohhh boy what is Ace gonna do? She is so confused. Is she harboring feelings for Jason or is she really going mental?

Okay, so the look of Jason Voorhees in this story is the look that was used in Friday the 13th part 3. That was his original look and it looks the most normal...he doesn't look like a straight up zombie. Haha.

Also, the ring I mentioned in this chapter is a ring that I actually own and it's gorgeous. I don't know how to put the links up properly =( but go to google if you want to see what Jason looks like and go on and type in connemara marble and scroll down to the Connemara marble Claddagh Gemstone ring.