Layla sighed and moved slightly in her sleep the next night. Her conversation with Jeff the previous night constantly playing on her mind. She had found it surprising to learn that he didn't just kill random people. He had a reason to kill them, because they were 'scum' as he put it but did that mean killing them was okay? In the eyes of others probably not but in Layla's eyes...she wasn't sure. She sort of agreed with Jeff's views but then was she crazy for siding with a killer? Probably but as Jeff had said maybe insanity wasn't so bad. If it really did set you free like Jeff said it did then maybe it was her only way out of her cage. Layla frowned as she felt something prod her cheek in her sleep. She smacked the thing away still not waking up when she heard a rather manic laugh coming from above her. It was quiet but a laugh she had come to know. Her eyes flung open, suddenly feeling very awake to see Jeff dark figure luring over her. Her had a knee either side of the waist and his hand whereby the sides of her head on her pillow.

"You're adorable when you're sleeping." He cooed.

"And your creepy for watching. I mean did you really have to get on top of me? You do realise how uncouth this is right? What are you even doing..." Layla's list of question was sudden cut off when she felt a warm liquid drop onto her face. "What was that?" She questioned wiping it off her face. It was a little sticky and she could just about make out its deep scarlet colour in the little moonlight that shone through the curtains. "Blood?" She questioned suddenly panicking a little. She quickly turned on her bed side lamp to see Jeff face peering over her, the right side of his face covered in blood from a fresh, open wound on his head. "What happened to you?"

"My last victim put up more of a fight than I anticipated." Another drop of blood landed on Layla's face.

"We need to sort that out." Layla told him sternly but he didn't move.

"It's perfectly fine. It'll stop in a minute." He told her. It might have just been Layla's imagination but he seemed to be acting a little strange. Layla sighed and pushed him off her and stood up. It was then that she noticed his clothes were covered in fresh blood and his hands were covered in blood and mud, like he had been killing someone in a mud pit. Jeff sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at her.

"Right here's what we're going to do. I'll bandage you're head up as best I can, but I'll warn you I'm not a great nurse. Then you're going to take a bath." Jeff just looked at he blankly not caring that blood was dripping down his face. He must be acting strange because of his head wound, Layla thought. What other explanation could there have been? Layla walked into her bathroom and began looking around in the cupboards. Of course she didn't have a medical kit or anything. Layla did find a cloth. She went back into her room and gave the cloth to Jeff. "You need to apply pressure to the wound for at least 15 minutes. Lay down too and I'll go and run you a bath." She told him. Jeff took the cloth and laid down on the bed like she had told him too. Her bed was getting dirty and that cloth was going to be covered in blood but right at that moment she didn't really care. She was worried about Jeff. She stopped halfway to the bathroom when she had this thought. She was worried about Jeff? She questioned. She was worried about a man that planned to kill her, the man that is only keeping her alive because he found her 'entertaining,' the guy that had killed countless of other people and may still even kill her. She shook her head, she really must be going crazy to worry about someone like that. Layla was running the bath, she made sure that it was nice and hot for Jeff but not too hot because that might have caused the bleeding to start again. She wondered if he had ever been hurt like this before, had anyone taken care of him? Or did he just leave it alone and waited for it to heal? Probably that one. Layla ran her hand through the hot water and stood up. She turned to the door and nearly jumped out of her skin when she found Jeff at the door, his white hoodie covered in blood stains both old and new, his face still covered in blood, his muddy hands and a blood white cloth.

"I thought I told you to lay on the bed?"

"You did for 15 minutes. I did that and it's stopped bleeding." He told her. Layla looked at his wound, it did look like it had stopped bleeding.

"Okay...the baths ready so just get in when you're ready. I'll be in my bedroom and there are some towels over there." She said pointing behind the door.

"You mean you're not going to come in with me?" He asked with a creepy grin.

"No I'm not. I'm disgusted you would even ask that of a lady." Layla replied although she felt herself smile, a real smile, not the fake one she gave most of the time.

"I have too keep up my pervert reputation." He said with a small laugh. Layla found herself thinking that he was cute but she frowned at herself for thinking that. She was going to marry someone else, he was a serial killer, she was a puppet of her parents something like that would never work even if it were allowed which it would not be on any level. Layla left the bathroom and waited patiently for Jeff to finish bathing while sat on her bed. Eventually the bathroom door opened and Jeff stepped out, he had a towel around his waist, his top half completely exposed and a towel draped over his wet black hair. Layla felt herself blush and looked away from him.

"W-where are your clothes?" She asked him feeling a little uncomfortable, knowing that he was naked under that towel.

"They're drying, I had to wash them because they were dirty." He told her with a shrug. He totally didn't care that he was naked in front of her. It shocked Layla that he was so comfortable like that but then again it shouldn't have really. It was clear that Jeff didn't care about what was 'socially acceptable,' or what was meant to be done. He just lived the way he wanted to live and he didn't care what anyone thought. Layla sighed, she wondered what it would be like to be able to live like that. She always had to be aware of what those around her thought. To the press to her own parents. She was always on guard, there was no one she could relax around...except Jeff. The thought surprised her a little but she realised it was true. When she was with Jeff she wasn't putting on a fake act she was just...Layla. She didn't fake a smile, that one earlier was real and she spoke her mind if front of him. Like how she called him a pervert, she could never do that to anyone else, even if it was in a playful way. It would have been 'unladylike' to use such language.

"Alright." Layla said quietly, not that Jeff heard her.

"Can I stay here tonight?" He asked suddenly. "My clothes are still wet to wear and I can't go back tot eh mansion with my head the way it is...the others will probably just make fun of the fatc a victim got the better of me." He said with a slightly annoyed face, like he could already hear them taunting him.

"Of course." Layla said with a slight nod. Jeff nodded and walked over and jumped on her bed. "Wait...what are you doing?" She asked him feeling her face heat up again. Jeff looked at her and noticed her slightly red cheeks.

"Aw, you're blushing. That's adorable." He taunted her. Then he sighed and laid his head down on the pillow next to Layla's own. "You were the one that said I could stay here."

"I didn't say you could sleep in my bed. That's highly inappropriate."

"Why? Because you're engaged to some rich asshole."

"Partly yes but also because it's not right to just share your bed with someone you hardly know."

"I'd say that you and I know each other pretty well. I know you better than your own family and your fiance put together and you know me better than anyone else. Considering that you and I are not strangers." He told her. "Besides it's not like I'm gonna try anything. You're not my type." Layla felt herself become slightly offended by his comment. Not his type, what did that mean? Layla had never been rejected by a guy before and although she got annoyed at the way they drooled over her she still found herself feeling offended that Jeff had said that to her. The only boy in her life she had had even the tiniest interest in had just turned her down.

"Not your type?" She questioned him in an annoyed tone.

"Oh no need to get offended." He said with a chuckle, like he found the fact that she felt offended amusing. "You're just...sane. Let yourself go and maybe it could work." He said with a yawn. He rolled on his side. Layla stared at his bare back, like the rest of him it was pure white and there were clear scars where the fire had burned his skin. Layla turned off her bed lamp and everything went dark. She lay there looking up at the ceiling.

"Hey Jeff." Layla asked him quietly.

"Yeah?" He answered her.

"What happened tonight? I mean...I know that your victim attacked back but you don't seem like the kind of person to let someone else get the better of him. With the amount of people you've taken down and with your skill...it should have been easy right? So why did this guy manage to hurt you?" She asked him. Silence fell between them. Layla waited but when no answer came she turned over thinking that the conversation was over. After a few minutes of silence Jeff answered.

"Let's just say I was distracted. He said something, that managed to get to me is all."

"Well what did he say?" Layla asked.

"It doesn't matter. It was stupid, I was stupid for letting it get to me. It won't happen again, you won't have to look after me again like this." He told her.

"I didn't have to." She answered him. "I wanted too and if you ever are in trouble I'll help you again." There was a small silence before Jeff spoke again.

"Thanks."

"No problem..." Layla whispered back to him before drifting off into a deep sleep...