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Love Kills	By : Zaikia Category: A through F > CreepyPasta (written origin) > Jeff the Killer Views: 3677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Jeff the Killer, nor the Creepypasta franchise. I do not make any money off this story.

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Chapter 3

It took a lot of things to make me feel dumb or stupid, but this one took the cake. A guy, probably no older than 17, tried to kill me. And on top of that, I survived said guy’s attack on me.

And I wasn’t freaking out, trying to call the police, nothing. I frowned to myself, realizing that I was housing a serial killer. And not just some ordinary serial killer. He was Jeff the Killer, supposedly a fictional killer in the world of Creepypasta. He was insane, that was clear much.

But why hasn’t he killed me yet?

That thought jumbled around in my mind for about ten minutes before I decided to throw that question out of my mind and walked back upstairs to take a shower. I decided to wear a pair of black skinny jeans and a red baggy shirt, grabbing them and other……clothes and went into my bathroom to take a shower.

I carefully undid the bandages around my injuries and looked at them. The bruises were beginning to fade away, but I was probably going to have several visible scars on my body. Not like anybody would see them anyway…..

I sighed and rubbed my cheek gently. After my shower, I redressed my bandages and got dressed in my clothes, then left the bathroom in search of something to eat. But when I looked at my bed, Jeff wasn’t there anymore.

“Where’d he go…?” I muttered.

I instantly knew the answer to that question and walked downstairs to see the male once again rummaging through my fridge. “If yer looking for the food from last night, top left.” I spoke.

We sat down to eat and I was eating when he spoke. “You look quite pretty with those scars I gave you.”

I glared up at him a little and clenched my fist. “Why did you just kill me at the hospital? You had your chance. You could’ve slashed my throat, stabbed me in the heart, and stuck a needle in my eye.”

“Are you giving me ideas on how to kill you?” He seemed to raise a nonexistent eyebrow.

“Not like anybody gives a shit about me…” I muttered and stabbed my fork into a piece of chicken. “I’ve pretty much lived on my own since I turned 18, with what money I had earned from publishing my novels and stories and bought this house for me.” I sighed and ate the piece of the chicken, glancing over at Jeff who was just staring at me.

We stared at each other for a moment before I lost it. I stood up, slamming my hands onto the table and glared at him. “Why the fuck didn’t you kill me?!”

He shrugged. “I thought I would let you live a bit longer, see how long you could entertain me.”

I gaped at him. “You let me live…..because I’m entertainment to you?”

“Yea.”

It was probably another stupid idea; the thing I did next. I lunged from across the table and knocked Jeff out of his chair, both of us toppling to the floor. I grabbed the front of his white, bloodied hoodie and shook him. “You sick fuck! I know you’re insane, but that is just fucking madness! What are you gonna do? Kill me once I can’t entertain you anymore?!”

I panted a bit from my rant and glared long and hard down at him. Suddenly, he smirked and he began to chuckle. Then, he bursted out into laughter.

“What the fu-AHH!” I cried out when his fist connected with my injured side and I fell to the ground. I clutched my side, feeling it throb in pain and groaned, then gasped as the blade of Jeff’s knife was pressed against my neck.

He smirked as his laughing calmed down. “You’re a riot, that’s for sure Shell. I think I’m going to have fun playing with you.”

I glared at him harshly and then winced when his knife dug very slightly into my neck, but caused a tiny bit of blood to trickle down my neck. He then removed the knife from my neck, but leaned down and to my surprise; I felt a slick appendage drag across the small cut, licking up the blood that flowed down from it.

Fucking pervert. I thought and reached around for something to use to injure him. I felt around near me and felt a fork. I wrapped my fingers around it and then quickly moved, thrusting the fork into the back of his left shoulder. He roared out in pain and quickly back-handed me across the face, reaching around to grab the fork in his shoulder.

I managed to get my feet up and pressed them onto his stomach and with half of my strength, kicked him off. He slammed into the wall, leaving a nice-sized dent/hole. I scrambled up, clutching my side and got halfway up the stairs before arms grabbed my waist and I kicked and screamed for him to let me go before we both tumbled down the stairs.

“Fuck!” I cried out, clutching my side as it throbbed badly. I had landed on my back and I gasped when Jeff’s hands went around my throat, squeezing and he straddled my waist, making sure I wasn’t gonna go anywhere. “P-please…..don’t…..” I whimpered, feeling tears prick the corners of my eyes.

“That was a foolish move you made Shell.” Jeff growled, his eyes glaring down into my own.

That’s when the phone rang.

We both glanced over at it and without a second thought, Jeff removed his hands from around my neck and I coughed, breathing air into my lungs. I scrambled to the phone and managed to get my breathing under control before I answered. “Hello?”

“Shell honey!”

Oh…it was my mother. “Hey mom. Before you ask, I’m alright. I’m out of the hospital.”

My parents were out of town; my sister graduated early and is in college. “Ooh, we heard the news and we got so worried….are you alright though sweetie…?”

I rolled my eyes. Sometimes my mom doesn’t listen. “Yes, I’m alright. I can’t talk for long, I’m gonna take a couple pills and then probably nap for a while.”

It took me 15 minutes to convince my mom that I was going to be alright. When she finally agreed, we said our ‘I love you’s and goodbyes and then I finally hung up. I turned to Jeff, who hadn’t gotten the fork out of his shoulder yet.

I sighed. “Come on……..”

………………..

“Fucking Christ man, when’s the last time you took a shower…?”

The male who had his back turned to me shrugged. His bloodied clothes were next to the tub on the floor. They would need to be washed. I was pretty sure I had some of my dad’s old clothes that would fit him.

Jeff was sitting in the tub with his back turned to me in hot, bubbly water. I had already gotten his torso (he did the front himself while I did the back) and wound cleaned up. He had three small puncture wounds in the back of his left shoulder and thankfully they weren’t too deep.

I sighed and grabbed the shower head, taking it off its thing and rinsed his hair out, causing him to flinch slightly. I ignored it and then put the shower head down in the water-filled tub before grabbing the dandruff shampoo and scrubbed it into his longish black hair.

“This feels weird….” He mumbled.

“How do you think I feel?” I grumbled and once I was done scrubbing his hair, I rinsed it out and then scrubbed it again with shampoo a second time, getting the blood, dirt and grime out of the dark locks. His hair reached past his shoulders and I pursed my lips before speaking. “Hey…”

“What?”

“You want me to give you a haircut?”

“…Nah. I’m good.”

“Alrighty then.”

About ten minutes later, the male was fully cleaned and I sighed. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” I muttered and then left the room, going to my room. I looked around in my closet for a pair of clothes that would fit him and then found a pair that was almost like his outfit, except the pants were blue, the shirt was black and the sweatshirt was actually white and got a pair of…..boxers also for him.

I walked back into the bathroom and set the clothes on the sink, getting him a couple towels and some bandages and disinfectant. “Hold out your left arm.”

He did so and I put some disinfectant on his wound and then wrapped it up tight. “Alright, towels are right here. Come out when you’re done.”

I left before he could say anything and went back downstairs. I had already taken care of myself and headed back downstairs. I finally took my pills and then lay down on the couch. As soon as my head hit the cushion, I fell asleep.
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