Can Killers Love?

This story is about a girl named Violet who develops a love hate relationship with the one and only Jeff the Killer. What will happen when they meet? Will she fall for him or will they be enemies? Read to find out!


13. Old "Friends".

*Violet's P.O.V*

Last night was fun! Raven and Smile spent the night in my room, so we stayed up till about three in the morning talking and goofing around. I really like Raven she's pretty cool. Smile is just amazing. He was telling us about the many times Jeff has been attacked by fan girls. It was so funny. He also told me I was one of his favorite creepypasta girls. Sally, Raven, and some girl named Skylar being on that list also.

They left the room, and I began to get ready. I slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans, a red hoodie, and did my hair in a neat little fishtail braid. I ran downstairs to breakfast, and sat next to Jeff. It was the only seat open, anyway. "Hey, Violet, we were all going out killing tonight. Wanna join us?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, sounds like fun." I dug into my hash browns and eggs, eagerly.

After breakfast, Jeff took me outside and we practiced throwing our knifes. Of course, Jeff was showing off, because he didn't need the practice.

"I'm done. You can have your knife back," I said, I'd lost all my patience.

"Keep it. You need a knife anyway, besides, I've got plenty."

"Thanks!" I said, I ran into the house and started to my room to listen to music. Time sorta slipped by me, and soon I was called to leave.

"Is Slender coming?" I asked when I join the others at the front door.

"No. He said he has work to do around here." said Jeff.

"Okay, then." 

We all walked through  the woods until we arrived in a clearing. We then separated into groups, mine consisted of Jeff and Smile. Jeff picked the house, and let us inside. "There are three guys in the living room."

How convenient, one for each of us. I'm not comfortable with killing , unless it's someone I don't like. We walked into the living room, as I heard someone whisper, "Matthew. I think I heard something."

Where have I heard that name before? Oh, I know. My friend used to live next door to a jerk name Matthew. It can't be him, because he moved across the country, also, Matthew is a very common name.

We snuck up behind the guys and covered their mouths, so they couldn't yell for help. After we had bound and gagged them, I stepped back to study our victims. Sure enough, it was the jerk I knew and two friends. I remember these guys. One was Louis, who was really nice, and the other was Brandon. He was just like Matthew, but a little nicer.

I pointed out Matthew to Jeff. "I want this one."

We took out victims in separate rooms. Apparently, I was recognized by the guys. Well this should be fun. I took Matthew to the kitchen and began carving into his body. When all you could recognize was his face-well, barely recognize it-he was almost dead. I decided to just end it there, so, in my sickly sweet voice, I whispered, "Sweet Dreams!" I quickly walked outside to an impatient Jeff.

*Jeff's P.O.V*

She was taking forever to kill that guy. I decided to wait outside with Smile until she came out. "Ready?" I asked when she did.

"Yeah. I used to know that guy. He was a complete jerk."

"Okay, well, we need to get back to the mansion." We started back, and I wondered what that guy did to be such a jerk to her.


Author's Note:

This is the chapter I promised about the guy "Matthew". Who was a complete jerk and threw trash at me for no reason. I want to know what y'all think and how y'all react. Also, you will either get an extra update this week or late next week, because Aza and I have camp next week, Sunday, June 22nd through Friday, the 27th. Sorry that we won't be on for a while!

Love y'all!

Melody <3

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