Betrayal (Jeff the Killer x Lyann FanFic) Ch. 10

Haha I decided to get a little sexy on since I haven’t done much of that yet. I guess it’s been a good bit of time since they’ve been together, so why not? >:3

Songs used in this chapter: (listen to them now or later when they come up. I mention both songs in the story if you want to listen to them when they come up although they are not really tied in and matching up to the words but I tried. )

My Obsession by Breathe Carolina www.youtube.com/watch?v=igecWL…

Fix You by Coldplay (cover) www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6Iq7P…

 

Betrayed by Blood

Chapter 10: Honest Feelings

 

Lyann let out a heavy sigh as she packed up her things. English just got out and it was finally the weekend again. “I’m heading off, have a good weekend!” Her classmate called to her and she waved back as she watched her walk out the door. Yes, her weekend was probably going to be great. Filled with butterflies and rainbows while mine… I’d rather not think about that at the moment.

Her face fell in one of distress as she thought about another weekend surrounded by murders and psychopaths. Maybe it wasn’t all as bad as it seemed now that they were all acquainted, but deep down she felt any weekend would be better if it was away from the ass hole who just recently started claiming himself as her master. And of course, he would get smacked down every time. Lyann was not one to sit there and take crap, and if he thought he could get away with trying to make her his slave, he was dead wrong.

She walked out into the halls while letting out another huff. Jeff was really out there for sure, but she knew that he was generally a nice guy. He was like a big brother for Emma. If it wasn’t her, Eyeless Jack or Slender playing with her then it was him. Most of the other pastas didn’t want anything to do with her childish nature and games. Sometimes they didn’t have a choice, when Slender would force them into it. She smiled some thinking about the lot of killers as she passed random faces on the stairs.

She preferred taking the stairs over the elevators since it would keep her in shape that way. Most of her classes were only on the second to fourth floors anyways so it was never that far. She strolled out into the streets, her school being more of an urban style campus and the class buildings were mixed in with the rest of the town. Instead of going right like she would to go to the bus stop she instead went left where the parking garage was. After the whole incident with being kidnapped by Laughing Jack she finally was able to go and buy a car.

She pulled out her phone and plugged in her headphones and started the shuffling on one of her favorite bands Breathe Carolina. She hummed along to the different songs as she continued down the streets, her walk now having a jump to it as she moved to the beats. She didn’t mind the strange looks some people gave her since it was a fact she wasn’t the only one that danced while walking down the streets. Plenty of people did it… or so she would like to think.

She came to the parking garage of her school and swiped her student card to gain entrance. The song My Obsession came on next and she was still humming along. Her car was right by the street door so she simply had to turn a corner and there it was. Her beautifully black 1998 Toyota Camry that was a stick shift and five-speed. It was all of her want despite not being in the most perfect condition.

Now that she was alone in the parking garage she didn’t hesitate to sing along to the song, not worrying about being overheard.

“This is my last chance to ask for permission.

This Condition can’t be fixed with a prescription.”

She pulled the keys out of her back pocket and fiddled with the lock before getting it to click. She would need to get that fixed with how it kept getting stuck but she shrugged it off for the moment.

“And don’t you love the way it stings, humiliation.

And don’t you know control requires my submission”

She pulled her book bag off her shoulders and threw it into the back seat without looking. If it wasn’t for the music blasting in her ears, she probably would have heard the curse that someone made when the heavy bag of books landed on them.

“So, now you’re just in time to throw out my automatic world.

Takes non-believers and turns tables around.

So now the walls you built I’ll take down, your automatic world.

Makes running easy and turns tables around”

Lyann continued her singing as she sat in the driver’s seat; starting the car and shutting the door simultaneously. Almost without a second skipping in the beat she changed the jack from her headphones to the one that was connected to the FM/AM adaptor plugged into the cigarette lighter. She took out her headphones and adjusted her rear view mirror.

“This is your last chance to make a confession.

I’ll wear you around my neck, my possession.”

She went to put the car into reverse but was stopped when hands wrapped around her neck. She nearly screamed her lungs out before one hand went tightly around her mouth and kept her from doing so. The song continued to play through the speakers of her car.

“Oh how I love the way you taste, my obsession.”

And as if the intruder in her car knew the words of the song she felt something wet trail up her neck.

“And don’t you know control requires your deception” She heard Jeff whisper in her ear, quoting the song flawlessly with David Schmitt.

Her body shivered unwillingly as his voice sent chills up and down her spine. She shakily reached over and turned the music down some and it continued to play quietly in the background. “J-Jeff! What are you doing?!” She scream-whispered at him, but she wasn’t sure if he understood her since his hand was still over her mouth. It was also the fact he didn’t seem to stop his attack as he forcefully pushed her head to the side and started trailing rough kisses over the newly exposed skin.

“Jeff!” She cried and reached up to grab his hair. He had been doing… this crap a lot more lately too. He was like a horny little teenager that she had to fend off. She already knew he was twenty-one, so she only wished she could blame it on his hormones. She didn’t think she would mind if he was her boyfriend or something, but the first time she asked him what was up with him he said he just felt like it. Another one of his ways of trying to force his superiority on her is all she could guess it was.

The thought of this killer being her boyfriend only made her blush intensify as she felt him gingerly bite down on the flesh of her ear lobe. She yelped quietly which only caused a seductive and possessive chuckle from her attacker. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” He said and she felt herself being pulled into the back seat.

“That’s enough, Jeff.” She said sternly and fought against him, keeping herself firmly in her seat. She looked outside the interior of the car and saw a group of students passing by, looking into her un-tented windows with worried looks. It must have looked bad; a hooded perpetrator trying to pull her into the back seat. “Jeff, people are watching, stop.” Her voice was desperate and he had finally lay off with that and jumped into the front seat, buckling in. Lyann had to force a smile and offered a pleasant wave to the students to let them know that there was no harm being done to her.

Once they were out of sight she gave a deathly look to Jeff. “What is your problem?! You almost got the cops called. Better yet, we should go. They may have still called it in.” Stress could be heard in her voice as she buckled herself in, put the car in reverse and looked behind her as she pulled out of the space. Jeff slouched down into the passenger seat and pulled his hood further over his head as he eyed the girl driving.

“You know you liked it.” He said plainly as he watched her drive around the exit of the parking building and  out into the streets. He saw the blush creep into her cheeks and it made his lips curl into a smile. “Victorious” He said aloud and flinched when Lyann hit him in his chest. “God, you got one hell of a punch.” He rubbed the afflicted area and acted butt hurt over the whole thing.

“Oh suck it up. You’re such a baby for a murderer.” Lyann scoffed and went to reach for her phone to change the band but Jeff beat her to it. She hit him again and made him laugh quietly to himself as he scrolled through the artists. “Just because I kill people doesn’t mean I can’t be a baby.” He paused while he considered what to play. After a moment Motionless in White broke the silence. “Besides, I’m only a baby around you to make you feel better about yourself.”

Lyann rolled her eyes at that as she down shifted to a stop at the red light. She didn’t say anything back as she turned the radio up, indicating she didn’t feel like talking. Jeff shrugged it off and lay back in the seat, relaxing and dozing off into a small nap while she drove them home. He hadn’t been getting much sleep the past few nights since he tripled his killings. On top of that he had to go out of the city several times so he wouldn’t draw too much attention to the murders.

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Lyann was sitting on her bed in a change of sweats and a tank top while she worked on her first portion of homework. She had split it up into two sessions that way she could get it all done over the weekend, but it didn’t always happen that way. Today was nice since Jeff wasn’t in a rush to get anywhere. The curtain to her room was drawn open and so she looked up to see him and BEN sitting together on the couch. They were playing video games and she could only feel envy wishing she could push off her work. That was impossible now that she was in college. She was only bound to fail if she didn’t get some work in…

An hour later she stretched her arms out. “Finally~” She said happily causing both of the boys to turn around and look at her. “Can we go nooow?” BEN complained and put down the controller to the xbox360 and stood up. She smiled and laughed some as she crawled off her bed and stretched some more. “Yeah, let’s get going.” Leave it to be BEN to be the one to leave the two behind as he materialized and went into the TV.  

“Damn, BEN is too lazy to walk when he can do that instead.” Jeff grumbled as he lay back on the couch and put his arms under his head. Lyann walked over to the door and began sliding on her converses. “Yeah, but I would do it too, if I could.” She laughed some and walked over to Jeff, pulling on his hoodie in attempt to pull him up. After encouragement he got up with a scowl on his face.

“What’s wrong?” Lyann asked him as she looked up at him. He glanced at her before he pushed by her and went to the door. “Come on,” He left the door open as he walked out into chilly afternoon. She followed behind him with a worried expression as she closed and locked the door behind her. They walked into the woods together and walked the hidden path that she knew well by now to Slender’s Creepy Mansion.

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Both Lyann and Jeff were greeted with an exhilarated Emma when they walked in the door, whom squealed. “It’s my birthday! My birthday!” The older girl’s eyes widened before she looked at Jeff. He looked down at her and gulped slightly when he saw the fire blazing and making the chocolate of her irises melt. He didn’t show that if fazed him as he shrugged and pushed past them and into the living room. He had forgotten about the little girl’s birthday but it was nothing that should be stressed about. He hadn’t celebrated his birthday in years, why should he celebrate others?

“Really now? I wish I would of known and I would of gotten you a present.” Lyann patted the girl’s head knowing that she would have to get something later for her little friend. It looked like she was holding a new teddy bear in her arms as she smiled up at Lyann. “Oh don’t worry about it! I know what you can do for me now. We’ve been waiting for you to get here.”

The girl with brown hair tilted her head in confusion as she let herself be dragged into the living room. She had a look of surprise as she took in the scene. Everyone was there. BEN, E.J., Slender, L.J., Masky, Hoodie, Smiles and then finally Jeff. There were a few presents that were already opened and laying on the floor. A few included new dolls, candy (probably from L.J.) and what looked like a large homemade play house. Masky and Hoodie must of made that one. Among the gifts and what was the last thing Lyann saw was the pink acoustic guitar leaning on a black stand.

“Slender got me a guitar! You said you knew how to play, right? Play a song for me and teach me how to play~” Emma was supper excited and all Lyann could do was laugh awkwardly as everyone stared at her. “I-I haven’t played in months, though. I’m not really sure….” She trailed off as she looked down at the birthday girl and tears were barely visible in her crystal eyes.

Lyann held her hands up in surrender. “O-okay okay. I’ll play something and I’ll teach you a little every week.” The girl jumped up and down with joy as she ran over and jumped into E.J.’s lap. He grunted with the impact and waited for the young girl to get settled before he got himself settled. Lyann walked the rest of the way in and nervously greeted everyone before picking up the guitar. It was creepily too silent as she looked around at everyone. “God you guys make this awkward.” She mumbled making Masky, Hoodie and BEN laugh.

Slender chuckled a little, too. “Well, let’s get this show on the road, then we can get into the cake.” Everyone seemed to nod in agreement, including Lyann who smiled. “As long as that cake involves chocolate I’m happy.” Masky nodded his head, “Its cheese cake, but you can add chocolate syrup to it.” He said as Lyann found a seat on the coffee table so she was center and in front of everyone else. She smiled, “Sounds good.”

Everyone grew silent again as Lyann cleared her throat, a small amount of blood rushing to her cheeks as she tuned the guitar. It took her a few minutes to get it completely tuned, especially doing it by ear. Thankfully the others were patient with her. At least it seemed so until she finally brought herself to glance at Jeff who was tapping his foot with annoyance. She knew that act very well. It was when he wanted to be anywhere but where he currently was.

This made Lyann’s heart jump with anticipation and worry that it was because of her or that he didn’t want to hear her play. It kind of hurt that he wouldn’t be interested in something like that. Of course she never expected him to… Something still just hurt about it. She played around with a few notes on the guitar and cleared her throat again before saying. “Well this is Fix You.”

She started playing and singing at the times when it was time. She kept her eyes on the fret of the guitar as she struggled to remember each note and strum that needed to come after one another. She knew the words by heart but it was difficult to remember what to play on the guitar unless she had the chords in front of her.

Another reason she kept her eyes on the fret is because she didn’t want to look up at the others, mainly Jeff. She was afraid of their reaction to the choice of song or maybe the way she sounded. She had lesions growing up so she was a great musician. There were always personal preferences of the audience that determined what they liked as well.

What she didn’t know if Jeff was staring intently at her the whole time she played. There were mixed emotions on his face, all of which he didn’t want to try to place nor figure out what they were. He was afraid of the things he was feeling and the way her voice made something in his chest twist. It’s not that it was completely unpleasant but they were unnerving. He had to admit she had a really beautiful voice and part of him wish she would sing to him more. He would never admit that to her, though. He’d never admit it to anyone.

He was becoming more of his old self in more ways than one. There was now no longer a separation inside his head. It was like the demon and the saint had molded together into a new being. He still had his urges to shed blood, to cause pain to anyone in his path. Evenly mixed with that were lighter things; the thing in the back of his head telling him to protect, to hold and to cherish that one person. It was confusing still and he couldn’t deny the insecurities he felt made him act irrational at times.

It is not what I think it is. That can’t be it. He thought to himself as he leaned against the back of the couch. He was trying to settle his nerves but it was hard to do in her presence. He couldn’t be himself in front of her anymore; at least his old self. She was changing him and he didn’t think she realized or meant to do that. He didn’t even know if she liked him.

He was brought back to reality when the other pastas started clapping, Smiles barking since he couldn’t clap. He looked up and saw Lyann laughing quietly while she scratched the back of her neck nervously. She was smiling as she happened to look at him. Her genuine smile fell some into a sad smile when he didn’t smile back at her and after another second she looked away. “I call dibs on the first slice.” She laughed as Emma and Masky both screamed “No!” and rushed out of the room to make it to the kitchen first.

Everyone laughed and followed suit except for Jeff who stayed behind momentarily. He growled quietly to himself and kicked the back of the couch once the room was cleared. “Damn it.” He muttered as he ran to the front door and sprinted out into the night. He couldn’t hold it in any longer…

All the other pastas in the kitchen were continuing the party, laughing as they munched on the giant cheese cake Masky had made. Of course E.J. had added kidneys to top his, L.J. added candy to his and Emma’s when she said she wanted some. Lyann had topped hers with chocolate syrup like Masky had suggested but she also had added whip cream.

She tried her best to act happy but it was hard after seeing the death look Jeff had given her. And of course he wasn’t here anymore. No one else seemed to notice but she did. She helped Masky clean up after the party while everyone else dispersed for the night to carry on with their own business whether it was games, reading or going out for a spree.

“Hey, Lyann. Something wrong?” She realized Masky was right in front of her face and jumped back some, dropping the plate she was washing in the soapy water. “Oh, I’m alright I guess.” He lifted his mask so he could give her a knowing look that involved a raised eyebrow. He was the only one she had seen under the mask of so far. E.J. and Hoodie had yet to reveal their faces to her but she never really pushed the subject nor cared to see them unless they were to insist she did see.

She smiled some “Just worried about Jeff. He disappeared again.” She stopped there, thinking that would be enough but when Masky leaned against the counter and held his hand up to his ear she knew that he knew there was more. So she told him the rest, “He’s been giving me mixed signals. One minute he’s kissing or biting my neck the next he’s yelling at me or threatening me. Either that or trying to command me around like some slave.” She took in a breath, not realizing she had yet to breathe. “I don’t know, you’re a psychopath too, maybe you know what’s up with him.”

Masky seemed to think for a moment as he adjusted his white mask back over his face. “It sounds like he’s in denial about something.” Both seem to take in this thought and they shared a moment of silence. “Maybe he likes y-“ Lyann instantly began to hum loudly “Oh no, no, no that is…” She trailed off and blinked once. Then twice. “Oh god, what if he does?!” Her hands shot up to her face and she held her cheeks in her palms, feeling the blood rush to her head. Masky laughed gently and shrugged. “I mean it is possible. I mean… I…”

He trailed off and Lyann raised an eyebrow at him when she caught on. “M-Masky? Do you like someone?” He was silent for a long while, eventually he nodded his head. “Y-yeah. Hoodie”. The brown haired girl gasped and the male instantly grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “D-don’t tell anyone. I swear to god I’ll kill you, Lyann.” The girl laughed and ruffled the brown hair on the boy. “No need to worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

He let her go with a relieved sigh and she laughed again, going back to the sink and resuming the dishes. “I think I like Jeff.” She blurted out, blushing as she did so. The masked male laughed and rubbed her back. “It’s kinda obvious you two have a love-hate relationship.” She mumbled in agreement, feeling her chest tighten with something strange as she considered that fact. Love-hate relationship.

Once everything was cleaned up from the party Lyann couldn’t help but feel exhausted. She let out a heavy sigh as she shuffled into the living room, looking to see it oddly empty. She guessed that everyone was out. She moseyed her way upstairs and to Jeff’s room where she still slept when she spent the night here.

She opened the door and quietly closed it behind her. She turned on the main light long enough to turn on the lamp that was on the bedside table. Once that was on she turned off the main light. She went to the dresser and pulled out her own drawers. She chose some PJs and headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

After cleaning up and getting settled in the bed she turned off the light, leaving her in complete darkness. She laid there quietly, thinking about the male that was probably out somewhere taking a life after life. Despite that fact she was in his room, lying in his bed, just waiting for him to come back to her. She thought about how much he had kissed on her the past few days, yet he never actually kissed her. Like on the lips kiss. She touched her fingers to her lips, pulling them slightly between her fingers nervously.

What would I do if he did kiss me?... I find it hard to believe he actually would ever like me… She mused inside her mind as she turned to her side, still pulling at her lips. Should I make the move? Or would that just freak him out if I force myself on him? She squeaked quietly thinking about forcing herself on a killer. She instantly dismissed the thought, that is not me. She finalized and closed her eye tightly, just wishing for sleep to come to her before she had to face Jeff if and when he got home.

All odds were against her as the bedroom door slammed open. She shook slightly under the covers as she turned around and saw the light from the hallway bounce off his white hoodie. It gave her enough time to see the blood that was soaked through on it before he shut the door, leaving them in the darkness she was suddenly very terrified of.