I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date! No time to say hello, goodbye! I'm late, I'm late, I'm late! – The White Rabbit, Alice in Wonderland

Pretty much sums up my updating this thing… Sorry…

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Elvira stumbled some before falling, clinging loosely to Jeff as her entire body shook. Wrapping his arms around her protectively, he knew that the two sides of her were conflicting in that moment – one side saw what the two of them had done and was horrified by it; the other side was… well, probably squealing with absolute, sadistic, psychopathic delight. Not that he exactly blamed that side of her, but it was a side he thought he would never see…

He knew which side of Elvira won out the moment she looked up at him with tears in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks in steady streams. "Wh-what have we done, Jeff…?" she whispered. "What have… I done…? I-I just… I snapped and…"

"Shh…" whispered the male, stroking her hair gently. He tried hard not to cringe when he saw that his hands were covered in blood. "It's not your fault…"

"But it is!" exclaimed the girl. "I-Ivy saw your hoodie a-a-and… I-I snapped! I didn't mean to, b-but I did! Oh, god, Jeff, what am I going to do? I know that some of them at least must have said something to their parents about showing up here… Th-their parents will know that I killed them! I-I'm a murderer, Jeff…" She looked up at him, her cheeks red and tears falling more rapidly. Her eyes already looked puffy. "I-I don't know what to do, Jeff…"

"Why don't we run? I write on the walls that I kidnapped you and they had been in my way…" offered the male, hoping that it would ease her conscience some. "But we have to make it look like you struggled… You know, to make it believable."

The girl buried her face in his chest. "A-alright…" she whispered. "I'll… I'll make it look like I was hiding before you dragged me away… and kidnapped me…" She pulled away shakily and made a run for it to her bathroom, slamming the door. It was all an act, now… Even if the banging on the door caused by Jeff still scared her and made her feel in peril.

Elvira looked at her reflection in the mirror. A busted arm, azure eyes, lightly tanned skin, blond hair... And covered in freshly shed blood. "Who am I...?" she whispered brokenly. She didn't recognize herself anymore.

Shaking her head of these thoughts, she moved to hide under the sink when the door was suddenly open, broken some off of its hinges. Jeff gave her an apologetic look as he dragged Elvira away from the bathroom and through the rest of the house. He pulled her through the back door and down the porch steps, across the yard, and to the nearby clearing of trees. He pinned her to a tree and whispered for her to hold still before returning and breaking the window to her room open. He took a few pairs of her clothes along with his hoodie and returned shortly after.

"Let's go," Jeff told her. He handed her the clothing and picked her up bridal style, allowing any pursuers later on to think that maybe Jeff had knocked her out and started to carry her away. It wouldn't be hard to believe that he had kidnapped her in the first place. Perhaps a demented form of love for a survivor, they would believe it to be. It was better than for them all to think that Elvira had lost it and went on a murder spree. He couldn't allow anyone to try and hurt her… She wasn't used to nor suited for the wear and tear of hiding for the rest of her life, murdering whoever she wanted to just for the sheer fun of it, living off of whatever she can find in the houses of her victims… He slowed with a frown, ignoring the slight pain it brought to his face.

He was dragging her into his way of life… and he didn't want her to have that kind of life…

But he was a selfish boy; he wanted her to have that kind of life… Honestly, he did… and all because he didn't want her to get in trouble with the authorities and because… because…

Because he loved her, honestly and truly.

Or at least that was what he thought that he did.

Jeff wanted to keep Elvira beside him for his own selfish reasons, and he knew that they weren't right of him, but did he want to give her up? No. But there was that part of him, that part that had forced him to slow down and frown, that part that had made him stop to think about just what exactly it was that he was doing, that felt guilty about what he was doing to her. What he had already done to her.

And that part of him was at war with that side of him that was beyond selfish. Many reasons were tossed back and forth in his mind for both sides… The part of him that didn't want to ruin Elvira's life wanted to make it seem like he had left her for dead in the forest since she 'struggled for her life against him,' to explain to her that he couldn't force his way of life on her when she still seemed to have so much to live for in her life.

But that part of him that was selfish brought up a point that was impossible to ignore – Elvira was a murderer. The police would find that much out before too long and arrest her, shame her for what she had done. She would spend the rest of her life in a jail cell if he didn't take her away now, if he didn't save her.

So he picked back up his speed, narrowing his eyes some. His frown turned into a tightly pressed line. He was going to give her the life he wanted for her – even if it meant a lot of their nights together were going to be spent outside, exposed to the elements.

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Alright, hiatus time! Only for a short while, I promise!

I'll try to work on a bunch on the next few chapters, I promise! But it's going to be a couple of months before I post on this story again. Sorry!

~Elvira