Chapter Two: Since Blood Is Red, I Can Picture You Drenched In That Substance Now

♔ JEFF THE KILLER'S POINT OF VIEW ♔

After raiding the frat party, I stole a couple of bottles and basically bathe in my victim's blood. It brought no satisfaction to me, though.

I couldn't get my head over that blind girl's words. It's like she knew exactly everything in this world. Not to mention she wasn't afraid of me and called me beautiful. Not everybody gives me that kind of impression. Or anybody for that matter.

I thought she'd be a spoiled brat since they were rich. In fact, I never thought she was rich because of her appearance, mainly because she wore a plaited skirt and some sweaters. Not to mention her stupid glasses.

She was so simple and I can't help but feel this pull towards her. She was plain, average, and there wasn't anything you could find interesting in her. Yet I was so curious. Everything about her; her sightless eyes, her hopeful tone, her simplicity.

And I hate it.

I stumbled out of the frat house and walked for hours since nobody would even be here at this hour. The moon was round and seemed as if it was mocking me at this time of night. I can see several owl's gazes at my figure, and the crickets are singing their obnoxious tune that annoyed the fuck out of me.

I kept walking for hours, until I came across a familiar mansion that sat in a solitary spot beside the road. I stood below the dim streetlight, eying the house like a bird to a prey plotting their death. I kept both my hands on the pocket of my hoodie and watch carefully.

When suddenly, one of the windows above opened, revealing a girl that was all too familiar to my senses. She sat by the mini balcony while reading a book, well, tracing it as she kept her sightless eyes forward. I kept still, though.

But then, my fingers twitch.

I longed to taste her blood, bathe in it and see her body laying limp by my arms.

I longed to see her dead body laying before me.

I longed to witness her breath leaving her lungs as well as her pupils roll to the back of her head.

I want her dead.

With no hesitations I climbed over the beautifully decorated railings, landing on an evenly trimmed yard of grass. I instantly smelt vanilla and strawberry, mainly vanilla. I rummaged through my memory to recall the window of her room and climbed my way over, which is four stories high.

I stayed along the window of the room before her and just starred. Her hair wasn't braided anymore so dark red curls surrounded her small shoulders which made her face look smaller. She had the same features, only that....

Her left eye color is blue while her right is violet. God, why weren't they like that earlier? Her eyes were black!

The grip on my knife loosened. My desire to end her and the feeling of thrill got replaced by sympathy and curiosity. I hadn't realized I had been starring at her for a while until she spoke, "Hello, Jeff. Here to kill me? "

"Uhm..." I struggled to find the right words, "How did you know? "

She set the book down, "I've known the scent of blood for too long. I could recognize it. "

For seconds we were quiet, taking in the silence the night had given us. But then I broke it, "What happened to your eyes? "

She smiled faintly, "So you noticed? " there was a pause, then she stood up and went to the edge of her balcony and faced me. "I was born like this. Blue and violet was what my mother saw when I first opened my eyes. At first it was both blue, but then blood had inflicted my right one making it purple. I wear contacts though, because people already pictured me as a freak. What would they say if my eye color matches that of a freak. "

Her English accent was thick, almost making her sound both cute and sexy. Although she looked anything but sexy. Simple, maybe. But sexy? No, her body is that of a model but the way she acted made her more peaceful and simple. She's tall for a girl of sixteen, too.

She sighed, "That's why I don't judge you by what I felt you look like. You're also a person, Jeff. If you're a freak, then what does that make the rest of the world? "

"Sometimes I wish all persons are like you, " I blurted out.

She laughed, "Not all, but there are some. " She glanced at the insides of her bedroom before saying, "Do you want to come in? But if you do, please don't make noises. Mum and Dad are already asleep. "

She went inside and I followed her jumping from the window to hers. As I went inside, the instant strawberry and vanilla smell hit me like a welcome to Red's personal haven. The room has the combination of black, pink, and red on the walls and the carpet is a cream color. Surprisingly she has a laptop, but I know since this world is now upgraded in technology they can also be used for blind persons like Red.

"Do you like red? " I asked.

"I don't know, " she replied. "I never seen any color but black since I was born. But judging from the books I read and people's comments, I think red is a wonderful color. " She laughed, "Since blood is red, I can picture you drenched in that substance now. "

She's absolutely right, Only a small portion of my white hoodie is not drenched in red substance. Hell, even my hair is covered in blood.

"But why are you doing this? " I asked again, letting go of the question that was stuck to my head ever since we met.

"Doing what? " she questioned, sitting down her bed and tracing the book once again.

"Being nice to me? Being friendly when you knew I could take your life. Take you from all of this, " I gestured to her room, referring to the luxurious life she has now, "You knew I am Jeff the Killer, yet you are treating me like a... like a.... friend! " I am obviously ranting now, going to hysterics. I hate how she's so calm around me. I hate how she's so unafraid. And I hate how she's so friendly over a... monster... like me. She sighed, and I know she felt disappointed that I wasn't grateful of her actions towards me.

"I know, Jeff. I know you have the capability to corner me with nowhere to go, kill me when I cannot see, and take me away from this world. Deep down, I am afraid. But not of you, Jeff. You may get away with everything yet you are not a God that I must fear. Instead of running when I recognized you, I embraced the chance of getting a new friend. "

I flinched at the word, yet she still continued to speak.

"I know that word is foreign to you. But we are the same in a different way. We have different similarities yet we blend in each other's company. You haven't killed me yet, so I escaped death by not running, but embracing you. I will not scream because I knew you could end me. Instead of treating you like a monster I'll treat you like a normal being, something that you miss and yearn for. " She paused, "And I believe I can give you that. "

"You genuinely want to be my friend? Not out of fear? " I asked defiantly.

She nodded. "Well, now that this is settled, how about a glass of water or warm milk to get rid of your groggy voice, hmm? " she offered.

And it may be strange for me to do so,

I agreed.

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For a few days it remained like that. I would sneak in to their mansion, and she would leave her window open. Every time I came to her all bloodied, she would let me borrow one of her male shirts, that was supposed to be her pajamas. We'd watch movies, and sometimes she teaches me how to read one of her carved books, and we know it'll take eternity for me to read a sentence of that book.

We became friends all the way. But when she smells the fresh blood that stuck to me she just sighs and offers me her shirts so she can wash them for me.

I swear, this girl is some kind of freaking saint.

She took me in whenever her parents are gone on a business trip, feed me (strawberries, that girl has some kind of addiction of them ), and all I have to do is watch movies and tell her about it, since she can't see it.

I grown fond of her. Even though her eyes seemed empty, they were full of life. I've grown to admire her as a friend. The kills weren't recent as before, thanks to her. And she kept me sane.

Right now, I'm jumping over a window as she sat there eating her cereal, the emptiness of her now black sightless eyes still focused on thin air.

I will succeed this time and I will never get the distraction get the best of me. I will mark this day done, and done only and I will never get caught. It's time I end this once and for all and I can assure the world that I will win, and that I can mark my plot a successful one.

I crept behind her making sure to make no noises, when suddenly she said, "I see you, "

"Oh come on! " I whined. "I was so close!

"

"Don't blame me when you can't succeed in giving me a good scare, Jeffrey. Your scent is much familiar to my senses now, " she smirked.

"I don't even smell like blood! " I exclaimed, dropping myself on their leather couch.

She smiled while looking (not really) my way, "But you smell like bleach. " I rolled my eyes though she can't see them. Red has some killer skills, man.

"Jeff, could you read the time for me? I might be late for school, " she stated.

I chuckled as I checked the time, "It's seven twenty. You're already late. "

"Oh shoot! " She exclaimed and hurried out, grabbing her bag and coat since it's nearing winter. "The bell rings at Thirty and it takes about twenty minutes to walk there! " I ran after her, "Slow down, ninja. It's not even seven yet. "

Even in her blind state, she still managed to slap my arm. "You bastard, you!"

"Well, I don't look like a dog, now do I? " I smirked.

She scoffed and went out their gigantic gate, plugging in her earphones as she walked down the sidewalk. She became quiet but there's a smile lingering on her lips. I guess she's counting her steps again. But after minutes of complete and annoying silence, I finally decided to cut the quiet atmosphere.

"I've been bored lately, Red. I'm going to skip killing on this day, " I said.

"What's your point? "

"I'll just go with you and watch you! " I exclaimed.

She abruptly stopped, making me wonder why she just suddenly changed her mood so quickly as she stuttered uncontrollably, "N-no n-need to... You don't n-need t-to watch me," she stuttered as she fastened her pace.

"Why? " I questioned. "What's wrong? "

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