Until death do us part... (Jeff the killer x reader Lemon!)

Chapter: 7

I am awaken when I feel the bed bounce, I gasp and tighten my grip on my pillow. 'Like that was going to do anything' I stay silent, until I hear the click of a lighter, followed by the scent of a cigarette. I stare out of my window that's on the same side I'm facing, looking out at the full blue moon, it would've been beautiful... That was if my best friend hasn't just died, and if there wasn't a serial killer smoking in my bed...
I finally pick up enough courage to ask...
"Why'd you do it?.." I question, a tear falling down my face as I do so. He chuckles before answering... 'The sick fuck.'
"What? It keeps me sane-"
"Oh piss off. You're hardly sane, in fact I question if you even have a drop of sanity in you?"
Hearing my reply he grabs my shoulder and flips me onto my back, and sits on my stomach so I'm forced to look at him. This time I don't try to look away, I narrow my eyes to show anger and just stare, into his crystal blue eyes,
"What the fuck would you know about sanity?! When you've seen the things I've seen, when you've been through the things I've been through, killing a few people is nothing!"
My eyes drop a tear as I open my mouth to speak, which is of course cut off by him.
"I-"
"I-I shut the fuck up. Stupid slut."
Saying no more he presses his cigarette into my neck, burning my skin and leaving a mark. I cry out and quickly bring my hand to the spot, before he gets off me and leaves, slamming my bedroom door behind him. I am once again, left crying in the silence of my room, in fear of what will happen next...

A few minutes pass by and I hear a polite three knocks at me door... 'What the fuck is he playing at?..' I swallow, sit up and wipe my eyes, before allowing him entrance... "Come in..."
He walks in looking down to the ground, his hands in his front pocket... I just stare; terrified of what happened last time he placed his hands in his front pocket...
"I'm sorry..." He mumbles making it barely understandable...
"Wh-what?.."
"I'm sorry." He repeats himself more clearly, my stare of fear turns to complete confusion... 'Was this some kind of joke? A serial killer... Apologising...'
As confused as I was however, I didn't want to anger him anymore...
"For what?..." I immediately regret spreading my mind... Now he was sure to kill me?!
"For killing your friend."
He still speaks making no eye contact with me, even as he continues...
"I went against my word and I'm sorry..."
"What do you mean you went against your word?.."
"I said if you came with me that day I wouldn't kill him, and you did. Truth is I only killed him because he walked in, I was doing it to make sure I wouldn't get caught, I was selfish."
I grow even more confused as he continues... He's a serial killer with reason... I ask the one question that plays on my mind...
"Then... What about my parents?.."
He finally makes eye contact with me, but tilts his head, "That wasn't me?.."
"B-But-"
"Look. I'm a killer, I use knives, do you honestly think I'll gain anything from making someone crash their car?.."
I nod my head... He did have a fair enough point...
"Can I ask one last thing?" I question as my eyes begin to drip... He raises an eyebrow at me, almost as if to signal me to speak.
"Why me?.."
He shrugs his shoulder before walking over to my bed, sitting on the edge then placing his hand on my knee, I take a deep breath trying to remain calm.
"Well... That's because... I don't know actually? I could ask you why you were so obsessed with me? it's only natural for me to get eager..."
How could he possibly know this... I know me and Leigh would used to search him and the other creepypastas all the time on google and YouTube... But how would he know?..
"Look, like I said. I'll treat you how you treat me, do as I at and you won't get hurt."
I nod my head before keeping it down, looking at his pale hand on my knee,
"Hey..."
I look back up at him questionably...
"Kiss me?"
I stare at him as I feel my face flush slightly...
"... What did I just say?"
"Can I ask something then..."
He sighs, obviously annoyed, then replies. "Depends what it is?"
"Remove your knife from your pocket... Please?.."
He laughs softly before taking it out, and flicking it so it sticks in my wall.
"You're as sharp as my knife, I'll give you that..."
I smile faintly before moving myself closer, placing my both hands on his face, and close my eyes as I gently peck his lips. I pull away and he sighs...
"A proper kiss."
I bite my lip before moving in again, kissing him, but this time more passionate, I slide my tongue along his bottom lip asking for entrance, which he willingly agrees to, the second I slip my tongue in, he moves his along with mine, filling my mouth with the rustic taste of blood, apart from that, the kiss would have been perfect... Which was surprising due to the fact he had slit the sides of his face open... We continue to kiss, before slowing down with a few more pecks, as I pull away breathing a little heavier...
He brings his hand to behind my neck and pulls my head down as he kisses my forehead. Then stands ruffling my hair.
"That's my girl." He smirks before turning and leaving me in my bed, I wait until I hear him walk to the bottom of the stairs and then sigh, before lying onto my side and pulling the blankets up over my shoulder... Being confused with a new emotion... But not quite knowing what it was..

(Okii so it's only short, but I added a bit of a cutie scene, Jeff will not be like this in all the chapters xD just letting you know xD I was thinking of him abusing her 24/7 but as he's a serial killer, I'm actually trying to go for a Charles Bronson type... But worse xD so he's fucking insane and kills/rapes people, but then he's going to snap from killer to cutie little love maker to make him more insane, and then he'll just snap again xD)