Chapter Two
Jeff's P.O.V

I couldn't hold back the laughter as Cheshire (who's real name I hadn't been blessed enough to hear as of far) pulled a face, pretending to gag at the thought of being locked up in a jail.
She gave a loud snort. "I would hardly be contained by some metal bars and a few guards Jeffery". I could practically hear the mocking in her voice.
I smirked. "You want to bet?" I challenged.
Her cat-like eyes narrowed. I saw the slight tips of her fangs as she grinned again. "You're on".

We continued through the cold city street, a comfortable silence falling over.
Eventually my patience wore out. "So, what are the details of this little bet, kitty?".
She gave me an annoyed look. "Well. We'll go back to the house from earlier- wipe out some of family. Leave at least one to call the cops, and then kill them off before submitting to capture. And then; we escape."
I nodded thoughtfully. "And if we don't?".
"Well, Jeff, if one of us fails to escape, then the other wins the bet and, well, one can pray they will have the mercy to free them".
I smirked even wider, knowing very well I could escape just about any prison with my eyes closed.
"Well this, will be fun".

It wasn't long later we were back at the house, me crouched above the young girl, and Cheshire perched somewhere I couldn't see in the hallway. Not wasting any time, I pressed the edge of my knife to her neck. The child's snapped awake with a gasp. Terror swum in her eyes as I cooed. "Go to sleep...".
Following straight after my words, a terrified scream tore from her throat. She thrashed in my grip, trying to escape. But it was too late; I slid the knife through her throat.
I head a crash and some curses before a slightly balding man, likely her father exited the room at the other end of the hallway. In his hand, a baseball bat. He headed straight towards the room I was in with his (now dead) daughter, apparently not having yet seen me.
With feline grace, Cheshire dropped from her perch. Not giving the man enough time to even turn around, she grabbed him by the shoulders, yanked him back and sunk her pointed teeth right into his neck. Within seconds his agonised screams dropped to a mere gurgle and he dropped to the floor, dead.

There was a horrified gasp from behind Cheshire;
A slightly older woman, most likely the mother. She was standing in the doorway the man had entered from.

Cheshire slowly turned around to face the woman, exposing a horrible, bloody grin.
The poor woman appeared to be in shock for a couple of moments. Then, her eyes widening to the size of sauce pans, she let out a long screech, turned and pelted down the stairs, barely managing to grab her phone before she tore out of the house and onto the street.

We left the house, Cheshire perched in a tree just about where the woman was fumbling to press the right numbers on her phone. I was standing in the shadow cast by the house.
Once she finally got the right number, she started to blubber into the phone. It was a bit hard to catch all of her words, but I did get a few, such as monsters', 'murdered', 'blood' and the address of the street we were on.

Soon enough, the sound of police sirens began to ring down the streets. Cheshire caught my eye and winked. I grinned in return.
This was our cue.

To the few readers I MAY have, I'm sorry this is so short. I'm really trying, but for now, the chapters will be staying a bit shorter.
And also, I've decided, that when I give Cheshire's real name, I will also make her a proper CreepyPasta profile.
Thanks for reading. :)