Just to clear a few things up. This story is set a few years after Jeff's story and in that he was like 14-15 so here he is like 18. I needed to age him a little so that he was an experienced killer and pretty famous already. Also I am not planning to include any other Creepypasta's. I thought that that would detract from the love story a little, so just in case you were wondering it's just going to be Jeff in the story. 

The picture is what Layla looks (for now). 

And look forward to the chapter after this because that's when you're gonna get to meet Jeff!!!!!! I'll try to update as soon as I can. Tnx guys...

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Layla sat in one of the many rooms of the mansion drawing the pot of flowers in front of her beside her Mother. A skill required from her was to have an excellent taste in art and be able to paint elegantly. Layla had never enjoyed this, although there was little that she enjoyed except for watching the news. In the mansion it was like being in a different world and so she found it exciting to find out what was happening out there. Out there were life was fun and people actually had freedom. The programmes she could watch were restricted of course and she was so busy throughout the day that she rarely had time to watch any at all.

"Layla you're slouching." Her Mother shouted angrily at her.

"Sorry Mother." She replied straightening herself out. There was that other personality, she thought.

"And try to have smoother stroked with your brush." She said sounding more like her gentle self again.

"Yes Mother." Layla answered plainly. Layla saw her Mother glance at her from the side with a slight frown on her face. Had she done something wrong? Layla felt herself become a little nervous. Was her Mother mad at her? Her Mother looked back at her painting and Layla let out a breath she didn't even know she had been holding.

"I think that's enough for today don't you dear?" Her Mother said as she put her paintbrush down.

"Yes I do. I need to get ready for tonight's ball." She told her standing up.

"Ah, yes. I need to do that too. You're Father was pulled into an emergency meeting but he should be out soon, I should go and make sure that everything is alright." She said with a smile. "I'll send the maid to fetch when you Father wishes you to come into the ballroom." She said leaving the room. She soon followed suit and went into her own room. She was thankful that there was no one in there. The bed had been made and the clothes she had to wear for the ball were already hanging up on the door of her wardrobe. Layla picked up the remote and pressed the button. There was a swirling sound as the small flat screen tv rose up from the end of her bed. Layla sat herself down, being careful not to crinkle her dress and turned the news on. She watched the reports talk about the weather and then the crime reports. They were the most exciting.

"Tonight a family of five were found dead in their home not far from the Crawford mansion. Rachel is at the crime scene now." Said the male news report. Layla felt herself lean a little closer to the tv. "Can you tell us what's going on over there Rachel?" He asked as a mousey brown haired woman came on the screen.

"I can tell you what I know. There are several police cars surrounding the area right now and I have seen several investigators walking around. They believe that the one to kill the family was none other that Jeff the killer. The serial killer who had managed to evade the police for quite some time now. The have warned everyone to stay inside their homes for the time being as Jeff's whereabouts are unknown. It's impossible to say at the moment whether he is still in the area or not."

"If I remember correctly Rachel aren't the Crawford's having a ball tonight?" Asked the news reporter.

"Indeed the are. Straight after the murder the head of police went to the mansion to speak with Mr Andrew Crawford the founder and owner of Crawford limited. It is uncertain whether Jeff will make an attempt on anyone's life that is attending the ball however the police are proposing placing extra security on the Crawford ground just in case such an occasion occurs." That was what Father's meeting was about, Layla thought.

"Do you think that it's possible? I mean I believe tonight the ball is to celebrate Francis Benton and Layla Crawford's official engagement am I correct?"

"You are indeed. It has been assumed since Layla's birth that the two would eventually get married to finalise the relationship between two of the biggest clothing companies in the country however it was only made official a month ago when Francis proposed ad Layla said yes. He was away on business with his Father for quite some time but now he is back the Crawford's are holding a ball in honor of their engagement. However it is unknown if the ball and the events that occurred here are connected at all. The police are baffled when it comes to Jeff the killer. His motives are unknown and his victims and attacks seem to be completely random. He is a criminal that's completely unpredictable which is why extra precautions are being taken by the police to ensure the safety of the many people attending the Crawford's ball tonight."

"Thank you Rachel." Said the male news reported and Rachel faded out into the background. He then went out to talk about sport but Layla lost interest. Was Jeff really coming here? She thought. Did she want him to come? Part of her did, part of her thought so what if her kills me? You can't really die if you've never actually lived. Then there was the more sane part of her that desired to cling to her life, no matter how little of a life it may be. Layla sighed, she was worrying for nothing. Jeff might be an experienced killer but there was no way he was going to be able to get to them through all that security. There was no doubt in her mind that her Father would continue the plans, all to save face. They had been playing the ball for weeks and to cancel at such short notice would bring dishonor to the Crawford name and lose him potential clients. Layla turned the tv off and put it away just as her maid came into the room to get her ready for the ball...

Layla paced up and down her room. She had been waiting for about 2 hours. How long was her Father planning to make her wait. She was bored, a feeling she was use to. She could hear people in the ballroom. She could hear the classical music while she was stuck in her room by herself. Had her Father forgotten she was even waiting? Layla wouldn't have put it past him. He might have got so caught up in speaking about his business that he forgot about his only daughter completely. There was a soft knock on her door and Layla's maid slid into the room.

"Mistress it is time for you to join your guests in the ballroom." She said. Layla stopped pacing and followed her out of the room silently. She walked to the ball room which happened to be a large room at the front of the house. Layla peered over the edge of the balcony and saw people in fancy dressed chatting and laughing in fake posh voices. How did she know they were fake? Simple her Mother told her they were. No one there spoke like that but when at a social gathering everyone put on a fake voice to make themselves sound much more important. It had always seemed ridiculous to Layla but she had kept this opinion to herself. She walked to the top of the large staircase and paused at the front. One of the butlers stepped forward to announce her arrival.

"The Lady Layla Crawford, fiance of Francis Benton." He doomed across the room. Everyone turned to look as the beautiful 17 year old walked down the stairs, her back straight, head held high just like she had been taught. She saw Francis appear at the bottom of the stairs. He gave her his usual cocky smirk. His blonde hair was gelled back like there was no tomorrow, his green eyes large and shining and he wore a simple but expensive looking white suit with a red rose in his pocket. There was no denying the guy was handsome but it was his personality that made him unbearable. Layla had known him since her first day on this earth and there was not one day that she didn't think he was a pompous prick. Francis held out his white gloved hand for her to take when she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"At least try to look like you're enjoying yourself, you are on my arm after all. If people think that I cannot make my woman happy my reputation will suffer." He whispered to her. Layla inwardly frowned. She hated the way he referred to her as 'his woman.' If she had a choice of the matter she wouldn't even go near the guy with a ten meter pole.

"Yes of course." She answered, expertly concealing her inner thoughts and feelings as she always did. Layla flashed a smile at the adoring audience which got an 'aww' from the nearby females. The two looked picture perfect stood next to one and other but there was much more to the couple that met the eye. The fact that the two shared no love for each other at all or the fact that Francis was having several secret affairs with his household maids because Layla refused to sleep with him. The audience clapped the couple and Frances lead her to the dance floor. The musicians began to play a romantic ballad and the two began to dance. They were soon followed by many others and soon the whole ballroom was full of dancing couples. Layla's eyes traveled to the outskirts of the room. Thinking that she wished she was anywhere else when her eyes caught a strange black figure in the corner of the room. It was clear that they were male from the build but everything about them was covered in shadow. She could not make the slightest detail of him out. Could that be him? She thought, what was worse is she was sure that he was looking directly at her...