Layla stormed back to her room and slammed the door when she arrived. She let out and angry sigh and closed her eyes, trying to control her angry.

"Never seen you loose your temper before." Layla looked up to see Jeff leaning against the wall. He was wearing his newly washed clothes and his head still has her cloth around it from last night, although it was dirty and covered in blood.

"So you're visiting during the day too now are you?" Layla said, finding herself calming down instantly at the sight of Jeff. Jeff shrugged.

"I got bored." Layla sighed at him and walked further into the room and took a seat on the bed. "You gonna tell me what happened?"

"You mean you weren't stalking me?"

"Wish I had been but I had to gather intel on the next victim." Jeff appeared in front of Layla. He moved so slightly that Layla hadn't heard him leave the wall. "So what's up?"

"I lost my temper and spoke out of turn in front of my parent and Mother got angry. Francis is coming later to give me an engagement ring he got from Germany. Like I care were the thing came from I don't want to wear it." Jeff sat down on the bed next to her and leant back on his arms.

"Well you could just kill him, they you wouldn't have to marry him or wear the ring he brought for you."

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not a killer?"

"How long are you going to stay in denial?" Jeff replied. Layla looked back at him.

"How's your head?" She asked reaching out towards him.

"It's fine, I've had worse." He replied sharply batting her hand away.

"We need to change it, it'll get infected otherwise." Layla told him, standing up and walking towards her bathroom. She felt a slight pain in her heart when he had rejected her. But why did she care so much? Why did it matter? Why was she so strung out on helping out a man that meant to kill her when they first met? Was it possible that she actually cared for him? No, surely not, although she had never had feeling for anyone like that before so how would she know if she did? She left the door opened and proceeded to look through her cupboards until she found another cloth. Layla stood up and glanced into the mirror to see Jeff standing behind her.

"You don't have to help me you know. I'm not your responsibility or anything."

"I know but like I told you before I want to help you."

"Why exactly? Why do you want to help me? Why do you want to help a killer that plans to kill you?" Layla's eyes widened.

"Plans?"

"Yeah. I told you I'd let you kill your parents, I told you'd I'd let you live for entertainment but I also told you that I would finish that job on the first night that we met."

"But I thought..."

"Thought what? That I'd let you go? I rarely let my victims go, I let your parents go like I said...for my entertainment but I never said anything about letting you go."

"I see..." Layla said, her eyes becoming blank. Jeff watched her carefully as she turned around to face him. "Let's get something straight. I'm not here for your entertainment, I will not give you your entertainment and you are no longer welcome here."

"You're not scared are you? You were going to let me kill you before without a fight." Jeff said with a small laugh. Layla could feel herself getting angier and angier by the minute. She couldn't believe she was ever actually worried about him.

"And I don't plan to put up a fight. What I don't like is that you're using me for you're own personal gain. That's exactly what my Father does and I'm sick of it. I hate him because of the way he uses me. I've found myself caring about you but I will not be used by you. I don't to be used like that by anyone."

"Yet you are. You're parents are still using you are they not?"

"Yes but I'm not going to sit back and let them control me anymore. Now get out." Layla ordered him. Jeff looked at her face and could tell that she was not messing around. Her eyes had a look of craziness about them that he had seen in his own many times. If he stayed, she might actually turn on him. If he did he might have to kill her and there was part of him that was reluctant to do that. Part of him wanted no harm to come to her but it was because of that part of him that he had decided he had to kill her. He had to end whatever the hell was happening to him because of her. She was a victim so why was he reluctant to kill her?

"Alright fine. I'll leave." He said with a wave of his hand and walked out of the bathroom. He opened the window and placed a foot on the ledge before looking back over at Layla who stood in the doorway of her bathroom with the crazed look still in her eyes. He smirked at her, she might have just kicked him out but she had told him that she cared about him...