Sweet Dreams (Jeff the Killer x Reader)

Jane’s POV

I sit on the front porch steps of the house. The longer I wait for my parents, the more tired I become.
Why did my parents choose to live in the middle of nowhere? I wonder, gazing out at the forest that surrounds me. The vegetation is divided by a winding dirt road that appears to have no end. It just rolls off into the night.
A full moon illuminates everything around me. It appears much brighter out here than it should at one in the morning.
I pull the sleeves of my sweater down past my fingertips and wrap my arms tightly around me. Damn, it’s cold. It’s times like these that I wish my parents trusted me enough to have my own house key.
A gentle autumn breeze makes the trees rustle, breaking the painful silence. The more I look at the surroundings, the more I realize how beautiful it is. But at the same time, there’s still something about the absolute stillness that makes me fearful. It feels like a pair of unwanted eyes are fixed on me.
I laugh to myself. I’m being ridiculous. It’s not like there’s a masked murderer hiding in the woods watching my every move. I’m seventeen; I need to stop being so paranoid. I’m in the middle of nowhere, there’s no one out here, I’m safe.
My thoughts of self-amusement come to an abrupt stop when I see something move.
I can feel my heart pounding inside of my chest. My stomach drops and I suddenly feel dizzy.
“No, stop,” I think aloud. “You’re acting like a child.” I take a deep breath in attempt to calm myself down.
I squint out into the darkness, trying to see what moved. But it’s perfectly still. That doesn’t stop my from searching though.
I sigh in relief when I see headlights coming down the road. My parents’ car pulls into the long driveway.
“Jane!” my mother sighs as she rushes to my side, slamming the car door behind her. “Sweetie, you’re as cold as ice! I’m sorry we left you out here like this. I thought I left the door unlocked.”
I smile to myself. I love how worried my mom still gets about me despite my age. Oh well, I suppose. I’m always her going to be a little girl in her eyes.
“I’m fine, Mom. I’m just tired, that’s all.” I grin at her to calm her nerves.
My dad starts up the steps, not bothering to utter a word to me so he and mom clearly got into a fight. He unlocks the door and drags his feet into the house.
I follow my mom, but stop when I reach the doorway. I turn and look at the woods.
“Are you coming, Dear?” Mom calls from the kitchen.
“Yeah, just a minute,” I call back not once looking away from the trees.
My gaze is set on one tree in particular. Something about it just sets me on edge. Not in a bad way, but not necessarily in a good way either. For some reason I feel like someone really is out there watching me.
I shake my head, hoping to banish the stupid thought from my mind and head inside, closing the door behind me so I can finally go to sleep.

Jeff’s POV

I take another swig of beer and continue to drag my feet through the grass. I know there’s a family that lives out here. That’s perfect. No one will be able to hear them screaming for help.
Laughing at my own thoughts, I rub my face with my free hand. This is my last kill for tonight. A part of me wants to turn back and go home since I’ve been searching for this damn house for hours. But I’m close; I’m sure of it.
I don’t even need to kill the entire family. I just need that last taste of blood and I will be satisfied for the night.
I stop in my tracks and drop the bottle. There, I see the house. There isn’t a car there, but there is a girl sitting on the steps.

Perfect. I can leave a surprise for her parents when they get home.

I shake my head. I hate these thoughts sometimes.

She’s all alone…is she shaking? She must be cold.

What are you doing? She’s all alone! Who gives a damn if she’s shaking? She’s going to be trembling with fear in a minute!

I take out my beautiful knife, still arguing with my two dominant voices in my mind, gently dragging the end of the blade down the bark of the tree I’m hiding behind. Tilting my head, I gaze at her.

She’s so innocent…so helpless…

My inner killer takes over pushing those thoughts aside.

She’s so easy…

I take a step forward, accidentally kicking the bottle. The girl looks up, startled. Quickly, I move myself out of her view and laugh silently as she looks around to find where the sound originated. As she unknowingly looks for me.

I shake my head.

She’s so ignorant. I really should save her from this world.

If only she saw as I do. This innocent little girl…

Could become a wonderful killer.

It does get a bit lonely. I could use a companion to help me and keep me company.
Yes, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll save her, but in a different way. A way that I’ve never tried before. And the moment she gets out of line…

We will kill her.

I crouch down lower when a car pulls up to the house. I’m assuming it’s her parents.

Damn it! We lost our chance!

I silence the voice and watch them silently as they talk and finally go inside. But when the girl turns back one final time, I swear our eyes meet.
“Go to sleep, beautiful,” I whisper, hoping she somehow could hear me. “When you wake up, you’ll be in a better place.”
And with that, the girl goes inside, closing the door behind her. I rise and start home, anticipating the events to come.
The entire walk home, my two voices conflict with each other.

The only way we’re going to save her is with a knife to her throat.

She could have so much potential! She’s not like the other victims.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh. I will just have to wait and see what happens. All I can do now is think about her.

Go to sleep, beautiful…

Go. To. Sleep…