Marked (Jeff the Killer X Reader)

Trying to Comfort a Sobbing Girl

Last time:

His carving kept burning all day and he even 'visited' you at school. Torturing you, he said he would return to your house, but there is already so much going on with your life, can you handle him? And even your own mother slapped you, this wasn't going well.

CHAPTER THREE: Trying to Comfort a Sobbing Girl

Jeffery's POV:

The girl lay there, crying in her pillow for almost an hour. I'll admit, I wanted to make her miserable but not to the point where she would cry herself to sleep. I kept watching her intently and I noticed she was rummaging in her drawer for something. Her curtains were again barely drawn back, but I could see the glimmer of something metallic. I got an idea of what the object what and what she was going to do, for some reason I wasn't going to allow it to happen. As I jumped down off of the tree and landed in the grass, I had to sneak around back. Lucky for me the back door wasn't like the front. I smirked inwardly at this thought and easily broke in with my knife. As I entered the house, I saw the living room T.V. on so that meant I had to be more careful. My black converse sneakers slowly scooted toward the staircase and bolted up them. Her door was shut so I tried to turn the knob, locked.

"Go away mother!" She said as I rolled my eyes at her. She keeps on forgetting that I'm highly skilled in picking locks. The door flung open and her head turned my way, I could see the fear in her eyes growing as I stood in the doorway. She tried to hide the razorblade she had but I was smarter than that.

"Just what exactly are you doing?" I asked, a slight attitude in my voice.

"...Nothing..."

I stepped closer.

"Oh really? Then why do ya' have a blade to yer' wrist?"

"How did you-"

"Can it."

I grabbed her hand and forcefully took the razor. I turned over her wrist and luckily, there was only two cuts.

"Where's the bathroom around here girl?"

"Down the hall, to the left."

I nodded and left the room to get her a damp rag.

'Cutting herself... how ignorant of her.' I thought, as I turned the water on. When I looked up I saw myself in the mirror and gave myself a look, man was I beautiful. (A/N: Yes he's gonna be one of those guys.) When I returned she was over by the window, looking out of it, the blood was dripping down her hand and onto the floor. "You need to wrap that up." I said, walking towards her. She didn't answer, she was a different girl now. I only seen the terrified version of her and only a bit of the brave. But now... it was different. She didn't look up from the window and she was silent, not even caring that a killer was in her house. I spun her around and shook her shoulders, "Just what the hell is wrong with ya'?!" I yelled into her face. She remained emotionless and only blinked at me.

"Well! Aren't ya' gonna say somethin' or not!"

My eye started to twitch as she still wouldn't talk. I only felt a sharp pain run through my cheek and my head move to the side.

"You caused this," She yelled at me, "You're the reason for all this! Why couldn't you just kill me! Stop. Torturing. Me!"

No One's POV:

His head was still to the side, his eyes slightly wider, trying to process what just happened. She slapped him, end of story. He knew what he was doing and he knew damn well who he was begining to break. Her. Her wrist were still bloody but by this time, it was mostly dried blood. The scent filled the room and it made the killer crave her blood on him. His forever smile started to grow and he lifted his head back up, chuckling. "You wanna die so badly..." His eyes were again kill-crazy and she wasn't running this time. He pinned her down onto the ground, grabbing her wrist. "These puny cuts won't do now will they?" He asked. The girl's eyes started to overflow with tears as she embraced her fate, death by murder. 'This is it,' She thought, 'He's going to kill me..' His knife dragged along her skin, causing her to shiver at the cold blade. It made long lines down her arms and eventually to her throat. "I'll make this quick." He said.

She waited. Waited for her life to be taken, but it was the complete opposite. The sudden feeling of thin lips pressed against her own. 'W-what is he doing?' She asked herself, trying to process. 'Is he...k-kissing me? But why?'

They parted and she gasped for air, it took more out of her than she thought. Jeff smirked at her deep blushing starting to spread across her face. "You're a good kisser." He causally said, getting off of her.

"S-shut up!"

"Was that ya' first kiss?"

"N-no! Didn't I tell you to hush!"

"Funny, didn't hear that part."

He laughed at her and grabbed her wrist again, pointing to the cuts.

"You see these," he said with a semi-stern voice, "don't do it again."

"What exactly are you gonna do if I do it again?"

"You'll get more than just a kiss. More like a..punishment."

That word, 'punishment' sent shivers throughout her whole body.

"W-what..-"

He pointed the blade to her mouth, and that shut her up. Glacing at the clock he saw it was almost 3am.

"I guess I'll take my leave. You should go to bed ya' know."

She nodded.

"Bye..." she said, slightly waving.

"Yeah, bye."