Love Kills

Summary: Shell didn't expect to find out a killer was on the loose in her small home town. Then again, she never thought she would be housing the killer himself. A Jeff the Killer fanfiction, second one about him so go easy. Not related to my Creepypasta/RotG fanfiction, like AU.

Chapter 1

"Breaking news. Four bodies have been discovered at the edge of Plymouth, all of them with stab wounds and their throats slit. Let's go to Al, Al?"

"Hey Matt. It's a gruesome scene here in the small town of Plymouth, Indiana. A multiple-homicide took place late last night in the woods….."

"That's awful! A multiple-homicide in Plymouth! Nothing like that has ever happened here!"

"I know!"

I stared at the television from where I was sitting at the small café in downtown Plymouth, my home town. I've lived in this town my whole life, born in South Bend, but raised and lived in Plymouth all my 19 years of life so far.

Serial killer in Plymouth…..that's entirely new. I sipped my Pepsi, drinking the last of it. I had just come back home from a book meeting about my new novel. It was out of town and I was gone for a couple days, but it felt good to be home.

It was still cold out, so I wore a normal attire of black skinny jeans with a stripped black and red long sleeved shirt, a leather jacket and then my trench coat and boots. My dark brown hair stretched down my back, lying on the seat as it stretched down to my thighs. My bangs were also long and had most of my face covered, including my dull grayish-green eyes.

My waitress, Linda, came over and handed me my money back after I had just paid the bill. "Good to be home eh?" she asked me, brushing her red hair out of her face.

"Yeah, missed it quite a bit. I'm away from home at least once a month." I replied, grabbing my trench coat and slipping my arms through the sleeves, zipping it up. "A serial killer in Plymouth…"

"Ugh, I know. It's so awful." Linda sighed. "Listen, be careful out there alright?"

"I will. Thanks and you be careful also. Who knows how long this maniac will stay in town?" I snorted and stood up, grabbing my shoulder bag/purse.

"Hopefully not very long." She sighed.

"Yeah. Cya Linda."

"Bye."

I left the small café and headed out to my truck as it began to snow. It was gonna be really cold tonight, chance of one or two inches of snow. I headed on home and before I went inside, grabbed my mail and then shut the door with my foot and made sure it was locked.

I placed the mail on the table and kicked off my shoes, then hanged my coat on the coat rack near the door. I went through my mail, finding nothing of interest and just left it on the table.

I then plopped down at my desk and turned on my computer, getting ready for a night of writing.

By the time two thirty in the morning came around, I was about to crash so I turned my computer off, making sure I saved everything on my flash drives and then turned all the lights off, heading to my room.

I collapsed on my bed and got underneath my covers. It didn't take me long to fall asleep.

…..

I opened my eyes, feeling a disturbance in the air. It felt slightly heavy, thick with tension.

And it was in my room also.

I knew somebody was in the room and it was coming up from behind me. I slowly, very slowly slipped my hand underneath my pillow, my fingers wrapping around the hilt of my dagger. Whatever was about to pounce on me was about to get a rude awakening.

I heard a creak coming from behind me and a quiet, but deep chuckle. "So easy." I heard a male voice whisper.

I felt the person lunge and it took me only two seconds to whirl around with my dagger clutched tightly in my hand. But in all those two seconds, my dagger was smacked out of my hand roughly and a hand grabbed my throat, pinning me down on the bed while a heavier form sat on my legs, straddling my waist.

I glanced up at the person who was keeping me pinned down and my eyes widened a little bit. White, bloodied sweatshirt, black pants, black greasy hair…..and that smile…the eyes…

Ya gotta be fucking kidding me….I thought.

The male straddling my waist chuckled, putting the knife on the side of my face. "My you certainly are a pretty one…." He ran the tip of the knife along the left side of my face, leaving a long but barely bleeding line.

I scoffed. "Call them pretty and then you kill them."

"Yes I do wait….what?" his eyelid…less eyes widened a little bit. "How the hell did you know that?!"

"Duh, I'm not stupid. I know who you are." I replied. "Read your story, seen your picture, know who you are. Nothing else to it."

I saw his expression change a couple times, but I knew he was still gonna kill me. So I probably did what most people did to get themselves out of trouble (but still probably got killed).

I kneed him right between his legs.

Jeff groaned out loudly and doubled over, rolling off my bed and falling onto the floor along with his bloodied knife. I sprinted off the bed like a bat out of hell and got my hand wrapped around the doorknob when a hand grabbed my hair and yanked painfully; yanking my head back and the knife was pressed against my neck.

"You want to try that again bitch?" he snarled in my ear.

I didn't answer. I probably did another stupid thing by elbowing his gut harshly and Jeff grunted as he staggered backwards. I smashed his arm into the wall and he yelled out in pain before I swung open the door and started running down the stairs.

Then I heard a whizzing noise and a knife was lodged deeply into the back of my left shoulder. I screamed out in pain and collapsed, falling down the rest of the stairs and landed in a heap at the bottom of them. A couple tears of pain rolled down my cheek and I reached around, trembling slightly and grasped the hilt of the knife, pulling it out with a cry.

I heard footsteps on the stairs and I quickly scrambled up, holding the bloodied knife in my hand and glared at the male as he came down the stairs.

"You're brave to think you can escape me, but you're stupid if you think you can keep my knife away from me." He growled.

"Yeah well, I'm not just some girl you can kill so easily. I'll fight." I snarled, pointing his own knife at him.

Jeff's unblinking eyes glared at me and then without warning, he lunged at me, his hand wrapped around the blade of the knife. I tried to take it away, but his fist collided with my eye hard and both of us toppled to the floor.

The knife clattered away from us and we both looked at it and then each other. I snarled and kicked him in the gut, scrambling for the knife but he grabbed my leg making me trip. I fell to the ground hard and groaned, seeing Jeff's feet pass me as he ran for the knife. I grabbed onto his legs and he fell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Fuck!" I swore and climbed over him, shoving his face into the carpet and was mere inches away from grabbing the knife when a hand roughly yanked on my arm, pulling me back. "Aggh!" I cried out when he twisted my arm and then without warning, punched me in the ribs.

All the air was knocked out of my body and I fell to the ground, close enough to my couch that I could see the steel baseball bat underneath the couch. I quickly reached under and my hand wrapped around the grabbing part. When Jeff lunged at me, I swung over onto my back, bringing the bat with me and it smashed into his legs hard.

He roared out in pain and fell to the ground, clutching both of his legs. I dropped the bat and went over to the door, shoving shoes on and a grabbing a coat as I swung open the door and then ran outside and into the woods.

I had to think. How could I lose him easily?

I gasped. The lake!

I quickly headed towards the lake, shoving my jacket on and hurried down to the lake. My shoulder was screaming out in pain each time I moved it. I finally got to the lake and stopped at the edge as Jeff caught up to me.

"Where the fuck….do you think you're going?" he snarled darkly, knife gleaming in the moonlight.

I smirked and took one step onto the ice. "If you want to kill me, you gotta catch me first Jeff." Then I whirled around and ran onto the ice, running as fast as I could go. I heard Jeff snarl and he quickly went after me.

I could hear the cracking of the ice as we ran over it. I was soon reaching the middle part of the lake and it wasn't a very big lake, but the middle of the lake when it was frozen over, the ice was thinner.

I smirked and finally reached the thin ice and as Jeff caught up to me, I jumped up and then landed on the ice. With a loud crack, both of us plunged into the freezing, dark waters. I caught the edge of the hole, my body halfway in the water. I grimaced as I could already begin to feel my lower half going numb.

I was starting to pull myself out when a hand wrapped onto my ankle tightly and pulled me under. I held my breath as I was pulled under the water and the hand let go of my ankle, but pulled me down until I was facing Jeff. His eyes were blazing with fury and his mouth was curled into a snarl.

One hand held onto my neck, choking me and I was occupied on trying to pry his hand off my neck when I felt the cold blade of his knife plunge into my left side. My eyes widened and I screamed out in pain, the scream muffled by the water. I curled my fingers into a fist and punched him as hard as I could, temporally stunning him as his hand let go of the knife in my side.

I started swimming back to the surface and he grabbed my ankle again. So I decided to kick with my other leg and I felt it connect with his face. Then, he released my ankle and I swam quickly back to the surface. I gasped for air when I came out of the water, gasping and panting. I numbly swam to the edge and coughed harshly as I pulled myself out of the water, shivering violently and grimacing from the knife still in my side.

I yanked it out and tossed it away from me, holding a shaky hand to my bleeding side. Cold, numb and injured, I shakily stood up and slowly walked off the lake. If I didn't get help soon, I would either die of hypothermia or blood loss.

I made it back to the road 15 minutes later and staggered into the road as a car came by, nearly hitting me.

"Oh my god!" a woman's voice cried out and I felt warm hands grab me, holding me up. "Are you alright?! What happened to you?!"

"Hospital…." I mumbled before my eyes closed and I blacked out in the woman's arms.