Everything belongs to their respective owners.

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Jeff begrudgingly opened his mouth, taking the fork along with its contents inside. He pulled back, having pulled everything off of the metal utensil. He chewed the food before swallowing it. "There," he grumbled at the girl, turning his head away from her. "Happy now? Or do you want me to eat more?" The second forkfull of food being shoved in his face answered his question for him. Rolling his eyes again, he took the food into his mouth once more. He was forced to repeat the process several times before he snatched the fork from the blond and began to do the same to her. "It's all fun and games until someone shoves a fork filled with crap in front of your face, isn't it?" he growled.

Elvira took the fork into her mouth, eating the noodles without complaint. After chewing and swallowing, she shook her head at him. "You were hungry. Even if you are a killer, one that is out to get my life, no doubt, I can't let a guest go without something to eat," she informed him. When another fork full of food was shoved in her face, she ate it, again without complaint. She delicately took the fork from the male, chewing on it slightly before scooping up more food, eating it for herself this time. She saw a semi shocked look on Jeff's face. "What is it?" she asked after swallowing her food.

"You're considering me a guest? Even though I tried to kill you not once but twice now?" Jeff asked her. He sat down, rubbing his eyes. The idea obviously made no sense whatsoever to the killer. And it honestly didn't make sense to Elvira either. Why was she considering the intruding assailant as a guest? He was never formally welcomed into the house and all that... Not to mention that he did have a point about his attempts on her life... The male looked up at her. "I think you're mad in the head... That's the only thing that I can think of..."

"Maybe," admitted the girl, lifting another fork full of noodles. She paused before lowering it back into the bowl. "I have been having strange thoughts as of late..." Flashes of the girls from her Chemistry class flashed through her mind, their laughing faces, their smirks hidden behind manicured fingers... The blond grinded her teeth, her expression going dark. Images of her torturing them and disembowling them and killing them flashed across her vision. Her breathing became a little ragged. She leaned against the table, closing her eyes. She took several deep breaths before the flashes faded and she felt somewhat normal again. "I keep having an urge to hurt people..."

Jeff stood and had her sit in his place. "I know what you mean," he informed her. "I more than know what you mean..." He heard something and tensed. "I'll be back," he whispered before hurrying to a hiding place. Not a minute later did Elvira's mother come out from her bedroom, looking more than groggy. Her blond hair was matted and tangled and down right messy, and she was slouching slightly. Rubbing her eyes, the woman yawned.

"Who are you talking to, sweety?" the woman asked her softly, walking over to her daughter. She saw that her daughter was shaking a little and frowned, wrapping an arm around her delicately. "What's wrong, sweety?"

Elvira was surprised that she wasn't relaxing with her hold. Instead, it made her shake all the more. Why was that? Was it because she didn't want to tell her that Jeff was there? Was it because she didn't want to tell her mother that she had just imagined killing some of her classmates? Or was it a mixture of the two? She didn't know, and thinking about it made her feel sick all over again. She didn't lift her head. "I was talking to a friend on speaker phone, Mom," she lied more than easily. It still bothered the blond how easily she could lie... "And they told me about how... someone in our class may have been hurt..."

"Do you know who it was?" her mother asked her worriedly. Her question was met with a small, quiet, "No," so she asked, "Who was it that you called?"

"They called me, Mom," Elvira told her. "And I can't remember who it was. It was their temporary number..."

"Temporary?"

"They're moving."

"Oh."

"Why don't you go to sleep, Mom? You don't want to be exhausted at work tonight..."

"About that..." Her mother smiled weakly. "Since you couldn't find a friend to spend the night..."

"No, Mom. I don't want to get you in trouble. I'll be fine here by myself."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Positive?"

"Yes."

"Remember where the key to the gun safe is?"

"Yes."

Her mother gave her an even look, silently telling her not to take that tone with her. She then eased up on the girl and kissed her on the side of the head sweetly. "If you think that you can handle being by yourself for the night..." she said softly. "Then I will trust you to do just that. If you get into any trouble, hide and call the police then me..." Just like before. The woman didn't say it, but Elvira certainly heard it in her voice. "Even if it's just a bump of the night, I want you to hide. If you hear someone walking..."

"I get it, Mom..." Elvira whispered. "Really, I do..."

"Promise?"

"Mom..."

Her mother frowned some. "Sorry, sweety..." she said softly. "I just worry about my little baby girl..."

"I know, Mom..."

Frowning more, her mother realized that she wasn't going to get much more out of her daughter. She kissed her on the side of her head once more before telling her what time to get her up for work. Then, she left the room. It was thirty minutes before Jeff crawled out of his hiding spot and walked over to the blond girl. "You're a good liar..." he told her.

Elvira felt a horrendous wave of pride rush through her whenever he said that. "Don't tell me that..." she whispered. She stood and walked back into the living room, laying on the couch as she did so. She then pulled her blanket over herself. "You can have the rest of the Spaghettios, by the way..." Not even a minute later, the girl felt the couch dip a little bit beside her. Glancing back, she saw Jeff. She didn't say anything though. She just curled back up into herself, closing her eyes. The girl nearly jumped out of her skin, however, when Jeff started to stroke her hair. "Wh-what are you doing?" she asked him.

"Petting you," Jeff replied. "You're tense."

"Why do you care?"

Jeff didn't answer her. It wasn't because he didn't want to answer her, but it was because he couldn't answer her. Instead, he just continued to stroke her hair, lightly scratching her scalp in the process. He kept it up for nearly an hour before the girl fell asleep. Once she did that, he stopped and stood. He went back to the kitchen and put away the rest of the bowl of noodles into the refrigerator. Once that was done, he left the house, taking off into the woods so as to not be seen by anything that could get him into serious trouble.

Meanwhile, Elvira slept a dreamless sleep, peaceful and relaxed. She woke a few minutes before she had to wake up her mother, yawning as she sat up and stretched. She looked around and was a little saddened to see Jeff was not there. Why it saddened her that her assailant of two times had been a complete mystery to the girl. A rather baffling mystery at that. Whether or not she decided to persue the mystery was a question that burned slightly at the back of her mind as she peeled back her blanket. She then went to her mother's bedroom. Peaking her head inside, she said softly, "Mom? It's time for you to wake up..."

There was a small sound that came to her in response. Frowning, Elvira turned on the light. "Mom?" she questioned the horizontal lump on the bed. "Mom, you need to get up..." Another sound, louder this time, reached her ears. The girl walked over hesitantly before pulling back the blanket that covered her mother. She sighed in relief to see the woman, completely normal and completely unharmed. "Mom, come on. Get up."

"Five more minutes..." groaned her mother, lightly patting the bed for her blanket.

"Come on. If I have to go to school, you have to get up for work."

Her mother grumbled and yawned, sitting up tiredly. "You are such a little troll..." she murmured. She kissed her daughter's cheek. "I love you anyways."

Elvira felt her chest go tight in her chest. If her mother knew that she was a liar, that her daughter had had a normal conversation with her twice-attempted killer, and that she had the undeniable urge to kill certain people, she would probably condemn her straight into an insane asylum... She forced a smile, though, her mask up once more. "I love you, too, Mom," she told her.

Why did it start to feel like it was a lie?

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~Elvira