Four days past and nothing of significance happened. Jeff didn't visit at all, her parents controlled her like always, she hadn't heard from Francis since that day and she kept Jeff's knife on her at all times. Still she would not use it and that voice that she had heard when she was alone with Francis in the garden had not returned. Layla sighed and walked out of her bathroom. Her maid was going to come in in a second to help her change into her nightwear. When Layla looked up she jumped back in surprise slightly when she saw Jeff laid on her bed. She took a deep breath in to calm herself and looked at him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him looking at his blood covered white hoodie. It seemed much dirtier today, it looked like he had been pretty busy since the two last saw each other.

"And here I was thinking you'd be glad to see me. I haven't seen you in four days after all." Layla sighed.

"Can you please take your hoodie off when you're on my bed. My maid will have a heart attack if she finds it covered in blood."

"I didn't realise you wanted me to take my clothes off so badly. You know I'm not wearing anything underneath this right?" He said with a grin.

"Fine, fine then keep it on. Just be a little careful." She told him walking to her draw and taking out her knife. She carefully placed it in her draw.

"I've never seen that knife look so clean." Jeff commented when he saw it.

"I don't think you know what the word clean means." Layla said under her breath. Jeff let out a small chuckle. Honestly Layla wasn't the kind of person to be so outspoken, her parents had done a good job of beating that out of her at a young age but she was in a bad mood and she didn't like Jeff's un announced visits. If anyone found out that she had a man in her room there would be manhem, not to mention the fact that that man was a serial killer.

"So you haven't used it yet then?"

"No I haven't and I will not use it because I'm not a killer."

"You're not much different from me you know."

"So now I'm crazy serial killer that mutilated his own face?"

"Perhaps not that part. You could never look as beautiful as I do but I will admit you are pretty." Layla seemed to freeze slightly at his words. She had been told she was pretty by many people before but it had a whole knew meaning coming from Jeff's mouth. It was different, she actually felt complimented. Layla looked away from him, feeling her cheeks blush a little. She never blushed and anyone...so why were her cheeks slightly red? "I see so holding a knife to you doesn't work to get you flustered but paying to a compliment does. You seem to get more and more interesting by the day." Jeff laughed.

"I am not flustered. You're comment just surprised me is all." Layla told him plainly. There was a sudden knock at the door.

"Mistress may I come in? You Father says that it is time for you to retire for the night."

"17 years old and you still have a bed time. How humiliating for you." Said Jeff in a mocking tone.

"Just...get under the bed." She told him. Layla went around the bed and practically dragged Jeff to the floor. Jeff rolled under the bed and looked up at her from underneath it. "And don't you dare think about peeking." She warned him opening the door for her maid. Her maid walked into the room and Layla followed her into the middle of the room.

"You're Father wanted me to tell you that a date has been picked for your wedding."

"Ah, I see." Layla replied although inside she was furious. She was getting married because he wanted her too but even then she didn't get to choose anything. Why she had thought that her wedding would be any different to her normal everyday life she didn't know but she thought that there might have been a chance she got some say about the day where she was to marry a man she hated. "Did he tell you when the date was?"

"No but he said that everything is being sorted out so there is no need for you to worry." Layla sighed inwardly. Her birthday was only in two months, the wedding was probably the day after. She wouldn't be surprised if it was. Her Father wanted her married off as soon as possible.

"I see." Layla said, aware that she was just repeating herself but she knew if she said anything else her true thoughts would shine through. Layla felt her dress fall to the floor and she got into her nightgown. Her maid helped her remove the small amount of make up that the live in make up artist had done for the that morning and then left the room. Layla sighed and walked towards her bed but nearly jumped out of her skin when a white skinned Jeff appeared from under her bed. She had gotten so angry at her Father about the whole wedding thing that she had completely forgotten that there was a mass murderer underneath her bed.

"That was a nice view." He said with a grin.

"So not only are you a serial killer but you're also a pervert. Plus I told you not to look."

"You didn't really think I wouldn't look? I might be a serial killer but at the end of the day I am still a teenage boy."

"I guess so I just thought you'd be more...asexual. Not into women or guys because you're only love is killing." Layla said lumping down on her bed in a dramatic fashion. Jeff stood up from under the bed and sat on the opposite side of the bed with her.

"I do love killing but that doesn't mean I'm asexual." He told her. Layla sighed.

"Good to know except you should remember that I'm practically a married woman so it's wrong to perv on me...well it's wrong to perv on anyone but you get what I mean."

"Society and the law states that it's wrong to do so but I would have thought it would have been clear to you that I don't give two shits about either of those. Besides the man you're supposed to marry has many mistress' why can't you have some?"

"Because it doesn't work like that. Sure neither of us should be doing that but there would be no real problem if people found out that Francis was sleeping around, he would probably just get a talking too from his Father. If I had male lovers I would be disgraced like you wouldn't believe. It would be the scandal of the year and my parents would probably disown me."

"Would that really be such a bad thing?" Layla scoffed.

"Probably not but I would have nowhere to go."

"I'm sure there is always a place at the mansion." Jeff said.

"The mansion?" Layla questioned.

"That's where I live along with a load of other killers. It's kind of like a safe haven for us. It's pretty deep in the woods and impossible to get to if you don't know exactly where you're going. Although only killers are welcome there to live there you'd probably have to give in to those urges you get every once ina while."

"I told you I'm not doing that. Besides that voice hasn't been back since four days ago."

"It will and when it does it will be louder and harder to resist. You're a killer at heart Layla you just have to let your precious sanity go and be free for once in your boring life." It was the first time Jeff had actually said her name and the sound of it made Layla's heart flutter a little.

"It's not about keeping my sanity...maybe it is a little but it's more about the fact that I don't want to kill people. I don't want to be responsible for ending another's life."

"And what if those people are scumbags? People that don't deserve to life? Someone has to take out the trash and there are only a few of us that have the guts to kill us."

"Is that what you do? Kill those that don't deserve to be alive?" She asked him.

"I do and if you're thinking about that family of five I killed they were scumbags too. They were involved dark deeds. The Father was a shark loan, the Mother was a con artist, the eldest son a thief, the middle daughter a thief in training and the smallest child...well she was just there. No doubt she would have followed in her parents and elder siblings footsteps so eliminating the threat now gives me one less job to do latter."

"I see...so what about me? If you planned to kill me does that mean I'm a scumbag too?"

"Oh no. You were just a piece in my master plan. I planned to kill your parents precious daughter to see them crumble and break. It would have been very amusing for me, a little bit of fun before I killed them. It was just an unfortunate turn of events that you got caught up in the middle although now I am thinking that you have much more of a right to kill them then I do. So just this once I think I'll give up my victims to you, but only you."

"I might not like my parents. I might hate the fact that they control my life in every way, the fact that I'm not aloud to make my own decisions. I'm not even aloud to change the length of my own hair without their say so but that does not mean I will kill them."

"For now. You have the hate to do it and you have the knife all that's left to do now is actually do it. I can tell you killing parents that you hate is...relieving." Jeff got up from the bed. "Anyway I should be going. If I have timed this right then my next victim will be walking home from the strip club just about now." He said walking towards the window. "I come back soon. Try not to miss me too much." He said with a grin before dropping out of view.