Betrayal (Jeff the Killer x Lyann FanFic) Ch. 17

 Betrayed by Blood

Chapter 17

“Overly Jealous Much?”

Again Lyann woke up alone. She frowned as she sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She looked over at the clock, seeing that it was only 8 am. She groaned and fell back into the pillows as a wave of nausea washed over her. She prayed she could just sleep off the morning sickness for today. It was really getting hard dealing with this all alone. Deep down she wished Jeff could be here wither her, but she couldn’t get over the fear his reaction would be rather deadly. Eventually her fears faded enough for her to relax and she drifted off.

It was after noon when she awoke again. Lyann yawned and got out of bed, trudging to the bathroom to take a shower like every morning before getting dressed in jeans and a warm thermal. After eating breakfast and making it back up to Jeff’s bedroom she was at a loss of what to do. Jeff still wasn’t back yet and these days all she ever did was hang out with him.

She sat down on the bed and just stared into space, absently holding her stomach and occasionally rubbing it gently. She knew it was long before she would start to feel the child moving or kicking, but she still imagined it happening. She was anxious and excited despite her worries about Jeff. Maybe today should be the day she would tell him. It would be a nice surprise for the New Year ahead of them.

Suddenly the door slammed open and Jeff came storming in. He had a rushed look about his face that instantly softened when he was Lyann sitting on the bed. He cleared his throat and she smiled at him as he came closer. “How are you today?” She asked casually and removed her hand from her abdomen. It took him a while before he responded, “I’m doing alright. Nothing special.”

He had a hint of agitation in his voice that Lyann couldn’t place but she let it go as she was pushed down into the mattress. One more time. Jeff thought to himself as he started kissing the girl he held down. She writhed under him and protested some. He didn’t let up and continued his aggressive onslaught.

“Shh.” He soothed her as he pulled back and looked into her chocolate eyes while he stroked her equally edible looking brown hair. “No one’s here so we have the whole house to ourselves.” He said with a sly smile as she huffing and looking away. Her face was flushed with anticipation and embarrassment as he continued and dragged her into a few hours of bliss…

“I want to take you out again.” Jeff said as he pulled his hoody back over his head. Lyann raised her brow expectantly at him but he didn’t say anything more. She smiled regardless and stretched, not making any move to get up. “What about just cuddling the rest of the day?” She asked teasingly and crawled to the end of the bed, pulling slightly on the fabric that covered him. She tried to draw him back into bed with her.

He avoided her tempting words and pulled her out of bed, kissing her lightly. “No, we must do this.” He smiled at her, keeping all his brooding emotions hidden. Well enough that Lyann had no idea what would be in store for her. She nodded and got out of his grasp so she could dress. Once she was dressed she looked at herself in the mirror across the room. She was still oddly paler than normal and she looked tired despite sleeping over normal hours most days.

She smiled at Jeff’s reflection as he came up behind her. He was smiling at her too. “For now, just go to sleep.” She was confused at his words and even more lost when a sharp pain struck her in the back of her head. She felt dizzy as she took in Jeff’s reflection and the anger that was on his face. She blacked out as she collapsed to the floor, Jeff glaring down at her.

Lyann slowly came around but she was surrounded by darkness still. She groaned from the pain inside her head and from the pain that came from her chest. She couldn’t help the feeling of… betrayal. Why would Jeff do that to her? Why now after all they had been through? She understood she was asking for this by being with a murderer, but the way he treated her made her feel like she was special, she was different. He made her feel like it could work out.

You’re jumping to conclusions. She told herself, trying to defend Jeff. You can’t explain the anger in his eyes. She countered herself and she realized how lost she really was. She fought with herself for a moment longer until she screamed internally. She needed to figure out where she was, but she was blindfolded.

She heard muffling and shifting from somewhere around her. She tried to focus on that sound but she couldn’t tell exactly what it was. Eventually she realized that it sounded like someone that was gagged. Were there others here with her? She attempted talking but realized she was gagged too. She struggled against whatever bound her but it was hopeless. There was no way out of this. Again she asked herself what the hell Jeff was up to but she couldn’t figure out an answer.

She pulled against her restraints another time, still proving hopeless. He felt hands on her shoulder and a body lean over her from behind. Her breathing stilled as the familiar scent filled her nostrils. “Jeff.” She whined from behind the cloth that covered her mouth. Despite it being muffled he could hear his name loud and clear. “Shut up.” He said coolly, earning a whimper from the girl he had bound against a spinning chair. He had never spoken to her so harshly before, including the night they first kissed.

He watched her face carefully as he saw the fabric covering her eyes start to darken with tears. He tisked her and kissed the skin of her cheek, the action gentle. “Come now, don’t cry. You don’t even know why you’re here yet.” He reassured her but his joking voice was only to lead her on. She shivered and slowly, but surely, nodded her head. A small sniffle came from her to keep her nose from running. She hated that she was crying, but she was scared. More scared than she had been since she was kidnapped by one of her father’s rival gangs as a child.

Jeff backed up from her, a taunt smile on his face. “I worked really hard for you gathering everything to make tonight perfect, you can trust me.” He circled her and eyed as her head followed the sound of his footsteps against the hard floor of the abandoned building they were in. He thought of how he had finally come to his senses. He had been blinded for too long; blinded by her pretty face, her sweet smile and her kind nature. He had a suspicion that everything she was was just a lie. Soon he would be able to confirm that.

Slowly he pulled the blind fold off of Lyann’s face with the blade of his knife. She gasped as the blade slightly cut up her forehead. It didn’t really hurt, but there was a slight sting. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Jeff. He had an amused expression as she looked around the empty room. It looked like it would have been a living room at sometime if there were still furniture here. All she could see was the empty walls and Jeff. After she took in the room Jeff removed the cloth that kept her from talking.

“Why are we here?” She asked with worry in threaded in her soft voice. He laughed and leaned over her “Just making things more exciting, babe.” His voice was husky but there was something else that she couldn’t place. She gulped and nodded. If this was something that he was just trying to… play out, she was okay with. She’d never even thought of imagining scenarios, but if this was what he wanted to do, she wouldn’t mind playing along to make him happy. She nodded when she thought she understood, earning a kiss.

“Good girl.” She blushed, he rarely said that to her, simply because she rarely complied with his demands. She was just as stubborn as him. They’re personalities clashed constantly if they both weren’t willing to bend for the other. She felt herself relax and she gave him a small smile. “Oh, don’t relax yet. We still have a lot to do tonight.”

She was about to ask him what was planned but he turned the seat around quickly. He stopped it abruptly when she was facing three people. Both were blinded, gagged and bound to chairs that weren’t nearly comfy looking as her. Lyann’s eyes widened and she turned the best she could to look at Jeff. “Who are these people?” She asked with fear in her voice.

The three people seemed to stir at the realization the other stranger knew of them. They seemed to beg for their lives. Lyann saw that one male was small and was childlike. When she looked longer she realized he was indeed a child. The other looked like an older woman. She was heavy set and was sitting between the child and who looked to be another male. He didn’t look as old as the woman and looked more of her age. She couldn’t see either of their faces because of the bags over their heads.

“Jeff what is this?” She asked him sternly, feeling anger and irritation that he was being so reckless. “What are you thinking?” He laughed richly behind her and she couldn’t help her small shiver. “You know exactly what this looks like. And you’re going to watch.” He said enthusiastically and Lyann gasped, trying to back away from the three strangers but it was no use, since her feet were tied to the chair as well. He really thought this through too much.

She felt queasy to her stomach and pushed down the lump that formed in her throat. It was hard to breathe. All he wanted was for her to watch him kill people, right? She had watched people die before; maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. Maybe he just wanted to bring her into his life more, which is something she always wanted. It would be stupid if she thought it would involve anything else.

“A-alright. I’ll watch.” She managed to say as calmly as she could, but her voice still shook. Jeff chuckled as he came into her vision and towered over her. He raised an eyebrow at her, “I was expecting you to be a little more… against this, but I guess that’s what I love about you.” He spoke with a smirk on his face and her heart jumped. He loved something about her. She felt overjoyed as a big smile came across her face. He said something about her and love in the same sentence and she was astounded.

He was clearly amused by how happy his words made her. He still couldn’t help the anger swelling in him. “This isn’t a happy occasion, Lyann.” He told her frankly and her smile fell. “Of course it’s not-“ He interrupted her “Shut up Lyann. You betrayed me; cheated on me.” His voice was accusing and the girl’s eye widened. Betrayed? Cheated?

“I-I don’t know what you mean.” She admitted sadly and she saw the anger flare on him. “Don’t lie to me, Lyann. That boy you’ve been ‘studying’ with. I’ve done my homework and he clearly has feelings for you.” Lyann opened her mouth to interrupt but he silenced her by holding a knife to her face. “The way he talks to you. He calls you baby, darling, love, sweety. Just because you act like your feelings for him don’t exist in front of me does not mean they aren’t there!”

He was practically screaming at her and her eyes were wide. Of course he wasn’t completely wrong. She did have some feelings for Cassius. If it wasn’t for Jeff being in her life she would probably be with Cassius, but that was beside the point. Jeff was with her and that was all that mattered to her. She loved Jeff, not Cassius. She just never knew how to exactly turn him down, and he didn’t exactly know she was currently seeing a killer. She was always bad with turning down crushes that had liked her in the past because there were only two. She didn’t have much practice.

“J-Jeff, you have it all wrong. Cassius is just a friend.” She tried to reason with him but his scoff made it clear it wasn’t going to be that easy. “You obviously don’t know what you got yourself into Lyann. You should have ran when you had the chance instead of stay by me. Now you’ll learn what it’s really like.” He held hatred in his voice as he stalked to the victims that had been listening to the whole conversation.

He yanked the bags off the woman’s and child’s head. “Family, meet the reason for your death. Lyann, meet Cassius’ family.” The brown haired girl’s eyes were tearing up. This couldn’t really be his family, could it? How did Jeff even find him? How long did Jeff know he even existed? “Jeff don’t do this.” She cried to him and he gave her a death glare. “Please” She begged him as she pulled against her restraints but they were still tight as ever. The woman and boy looked at her wearily and she hated the sadness in their eyes.

She choked on tears and looked away, causing Jeff’s rage to soar higher. “Just end it.” She gasped and bit her bottom lip. “The longer you look away, the slower their deaths.” He assured her and she gasped for air through her heavy crying. Slowly she looked his way and he held a knife to the mother’s neck. She noticed Cassius was straining against the rope that bound him violently, and she could only guess how upset he was that death was nearing.

“Tell me, Lyann. Should the boy watch his mother die, or should she watch her youngest die? I must ask these questions every time.” She resisted the urge to look away from him. He had a sick expression on his face as he looked between her and the family. “I’m waiting, Lyann. Don’t make me choose something you wouldn’t like and make you kill them.” He growled at her and she whined.

“Okay, okay. I- I…. Kill the c-child” She choked out and he grinned. “Sympathetic choice, Lyann. You can still be kind when killing someone I see.” He sounded deep in thought of a moment before moving to the boy. “Since you’re being so complainant, like I promised it will be quick.” He smiled and stabbed the knife into the boy’s chest while he was still standing behind. Blood spurted out of the child’s mouth and the tears that were flowing down his cheeks ceased to flow.

The mother shook violently with cries and the pain was clear on her face. Lyann flinched and began to turn her head but stopped when Jeff warned her. “Now for the mother.” He said gently and she watched him trail the blade down her arm. She screamed from the pain as the knife sliced her arm near in half. Lyann felt the vomit coming up and she couldn’t hold it back.

She dropped her face to the side and spilled the contents of her stomach. Jeff stopped and dropped his knife, running to assist her. When she was done he took a cloth and began to wipe her mouth clean. “Better?” He asked, waiting for her to nod. He smiled and kissed her forehead, not able to help the swelling emotions he still felt for her. But like all things, they soon would end over time.

He went back to the woman, picking up his knife on the way. “Now where we left off.” He said before he decided to be quick about it and slice her neck open. The fluid of her life drained down the front of her body and soaked her in red. Lyann felt nauseous again but she was able to swallow it down this time.

All who was left was Cassius. Lyann hated to think it but she wanted to just get this done with. If losing a friend is what it took to keep Jeff happy then so be it. She just didn’t want to lose the only man that she had ever loved. She didn’t care if he would go so far as to kill any friend of her that wasn’t a killer, she still wanted to be with him. He watched her pained face as he slowly lifted the bag off of who she expected to be Cassius.

She was surprised to find that it was, indeed, not Cassius. Well, maybe there were two Cassius’ at her school. She attempted to hide her surprise by looking at Jeff who was looking at her. “This is him, right?” He wanted to verify that he had the right people if he didn’t he wouldn’t have minded. He would just have to go hunt down the right guy. Lyann knew that he would do this, and so for the price of a life she would save her friend. “It’s… it’s him.”

She said and she watched the boy’s eyes widen with fear, not believing she just lied. Of course he couldn’t tell Jeff that because his mouth was covered. His mumbles increased in urgency as he tried to get out the truth and Lyann was glad that he couldn’t speak. She felt a wave of anxiety. She needed to get him killed before he had a chance to spill.

“Hurry and kill him Jeff. I’m ready… to have your attention.” She tried to sound helpless as if she wanted time alone. It seemed to work as he moved the knife closer. “No matter what you do, his pain will be great.” Lyann nodded her head, trying not to seem too urgent to get him dead. It’s not what Jeff would be expecting. She felt horrible inside for doing this to some student’s family that went to her school, but it couldn’t be helped. If she really thought about it, it was all Jeff’s fault. She had never cheated on him and she had never wanted Cassius over him. Jeff was the one that jumped to conclusions but he obviously wouldn’t consider that an option.

She watched as Jeff slowly disemboweled the student from her school. His screams of agony were muffled and Lyann tried to hold back her sickness as she watched his intestines fall into his lap and on the floor. He was still clearly alive as the blood began to pile up on the floor around him. She prayed it would be over for him soon, and that was all she could do as Jeff began cutting off his fingers one at a time before moving to his ears. By now he barely had any life left from the blood loss and the killer ended it in one swift motion across his jugular.

“This deed is done.” He said quietly and looked at his lover. Her eyes were heavy with stress and he could see the tiredness on her face. He clinched the knife still in his hands and stalked to her, stopping in front of her. She slowly looked up at him and she felt a wave of need for him. Thank god this nightmare was over. She just wanted to return to their relatively happy life together. She endured it, surely she would be rewarded by peace.

He cut the binds from her ankles and wrists, freeing her. She didn’t waste any time hooking her arms around him and burying her face in his blood stained clothes. She molded into him and he put a single arm around her waist, holding her close. They held onto each other for a moment longer before he released her and pulled away. She smiled up at him but it faded when she saw his expression.

“Run.” He said coldly and her eyes filled with confusion. The look in his eyes made her realize he wasn’t joking. He had a very deadly look in his cold gaze and it scared her. It scared her more than anything. “Jeff-“ She started but he hit her, knocking her to the ground. She held back her tears and looked up at him. “Run, Lyann!” He screamed at her and she didn’t hesitate pulling herself up from the floor and running for the front door of the abandoned house they were in. The nightmare was not over.