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A Burning Smile(part 2)

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(((okay. I decided to change Fy`s name to ‘Shi’. And here’s some info on her. She a witch who is friends with Jeff, and she work with all kinds of spells and other things. I might bring her up later. I don’t know. But if I bring her character into the story, I’ll give you more info. Remember, its Shi now. Not Fy))
After we dried off, Jeff said it was time to get going.
Hunger gnawed at my belly as I walked along an unseen trail. I couldn’t tell which way we were going, but Jeff seemed pretty confident in himself that we were heading the right way to the city.
After another hour of walking, I began to feel sore. But I wouldn’t let it show. I wasn’t going to let Jeff think that I was too soft to travel with him or something. So I kept up with his pace, not limping or making any signs that I needed to rest.
Jeff glanced back at me. “Do you need a break, Isiss?”
I shook my head and walked a bit faster. “No, I’m fine.” I lied.
When we got to the city, I would’ve described it as a town, Jeff and I walked around for a bit.
We made sure to stay hidden, and walked in the shadows. There were a couple of rundown buildings, only 1 or 2 stories high. And they all had sings that read things like, ’hair cuts’ or ’bar’ or ‘quick mart’.
Thought the place was full of stores, we didn’t see any houses until we got on the further side of town.
That’s where Jeff seemed to be heading.
It was a large neighborhood, and kids played in the bright noon sun. I watched the teens run around playing street basketball and other games.
Jeff shifted in the trees next to me. He had climbed the tree to get a better look around the houses, and he glanced from house to house, searching for the one he wanted to attack.
I swallowed when his gaze stopped on a large house at the end of the street. But I relaxed when I noticed that it seemed empty. The house was double story, and was made for a family of 6 or 7.  
No cars were parked in front and at first I thought no one lived there, but Jeff climbed down the tree and walked along the edge of the trees, heading toward the house he had looked at from the branches.
“That one?” I asked
Jeff shook his head and helped me over a few boulders. He knew what I was asking and said, “no one is there right now. The people who live there are gone for the moment.”
I didn’t understand why he was going there then.
I decided that it was best to stay quiet. Jeff made his way to the back of the house and I watched as he glanced around the yards nearest. He was making sure that he wasn’t being watched.
He always has to keep looking over his shoulder. It must suck to never feel safe. I thought.
Once Jeff made sure that no one was around, he stepped onto the patio and beckoned me out of the trees. I stepped out and looked at the surrounding windows.
“How are we gonna get in?” I asked. I didn’t want to climb inside another window again.
Jeff smirked and flipped the knife in his hand. “Watch.”
Jeff slipped the knife between the door and the wall, and slid the knife upward. There as a small ‘click’ and Jeff swung the door open with ease.
“wow.” I said.
Jeff took a quick glance inside the house and led the way inside.
It was spacious inside and had a roomy feeling to it. Jeff walked into the living room and…checked the house phones voice mail.
I walked up behind him and asked, “What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, but pressed a button on the left of the phone.
The receiving voice must have been the lady who owned the house. “Hi, you have reached the Kings` house. I’m sorry, but we are on vacation right now and we won’t be back till the 15th. Leave a message and I’ll be sure to get back to you as soon as possible. Beep”
“Todays the 12th. They won’t be back for 2 more days.” Jeff said.
He looked…uncomfortable in the house. We just stood there in awkward silence, until Jeff said, “make yourself at home. I’ll leave you here while I take care of some things. “He didn’t need to say it outright. I knew he was going to kill.
I nodded and said, “Okay. I’ll just hang out here.”
Jeff stepped forward and kissed me on the lips.
He began to pull back, but I leaned in and kissed him more forcefully.
I felt his hands move to my waist and pull me closer. I put one hand on his face and left one to roam his hair.
The kiss quickly became more heated and I felt his tongue slid along my lower lip. I granted him entrance and enjoyed the sweet sensation, of Jeff’s kiss.
Jeff’s kisses were a precious, and he was still a bit shy about his feelings, so I stole his kisses whenever I got the chance.
Plus, after I start it, he always gets caught up in the moment.
Jeff’s hands traced up and down my spine and I shivered at his touch.
After making out for a few minutes, Jeff came back to the world.
He pulled back and cupped my face in his hands. “You’re stealing all of my kisses.’” He chuckled.
I smiled and growled playfully, “I can’t help myself. I’m a thief,” I narrowed my eyes. “And ill steal your virginity if I have to”
Jeff looked at me in mock horror. “That’s not being a thief. That’s pure evil!”
Jeff planted on last kiss on my check and began to walk out the back door.
“I’ll be back later. Take care of yourself.” And then Jeff walked out the door.

After a hot shower, and a quick meal, I felt a lot better.
My skin still tingled from Jeff’s touch and I grinned at the thought of stealing his virginity. But I would never go that far. I would wait until he decided.
I sat cross legged on the couch and waited for Jeff to come back. Then I thought about how he would come back, and I frowned.
I lay on the couch and mentally prepared myself for the worst.

~Jeff’s POV~
I walked around the neighborhood for about 15 minutes. I needed to choose my prey wisely.
If I choose someone who would give up more of a fight, they could splash blood on me. And Isiss would have to see the worst of it.
I trotted into the town and decided that it might be best to show Isiss the worst anyways.
I walked into the bar and made sure to keep my hood up and my head down.
While I was at the river, I had washed my hoody, so that it was white again. I didn’t know why I even bothered. It was going to get stained again anyways.
I sat down at a table and examined the scene around me.
3 drunken guys babbled about random things at the front stools, waitresses flirted with some of the guys ordering shots, and a few couples were sitting around, just chatting.
The best prey would be one of the three drunk guys at the stools.
But first, I would have to get his attention.
I stood and marched over to the 3 guys laughing like little girls. I tapped one taller, black hair guy who only seemed in his 30`s. he would do fine.
“What are you getting drunk for?” I asked him
The guys laughed an ugly, snarky laugh. “My bitch-ass girlfriend broke up with me because I hit her.” I grumbled something to himself and I caught the words “…useless whore…”
Oh yeah. He was perfect.
“Well maybe if you’d stop beating her, she would actually give a f*ck about you. “I snapped. With drunk guys, your best chance to separate them from everyone else was to make them angry, and let them chase you.
The guys turned his head to me and slurred, “you watch yer mouth...little boy. You dunno who yours messing...with…” he grabbed another shot from the countertop, and attempted to drink it.
Before he could, I snatched it out of his hand and it crashed onto the ground.
No one paid any attention to the sound of shattering glass, and only the drunk guy noticed.
“..You little f*cker!” he roared. The guy jumped to his feet and tried to punch me. I slipped out of my seat and ran out of the store, the drunken man chased me past dark allies, building and into the woods.
He continued to run after me until we were so deep into the woods, that6 any regular person wouldn’t know which direction to go. And now the drunken guy was out here.
I stopped running. Turning around to the charging man, I whipped out my knife and laughed wickedly.
I felt the rush of adrenalin, without another second, I surged forward and lashed the knife into the man’s chest. I yanked it out of his chest and the man cried out, but then I drove the knife into his arm and body slammed him to the ground.
I’ve tried so many times to describe to Shi (((there her name is Shi.))) the feeling I get when I kill. She could never understand the feeling completely, and therefore, couldn’t come up with a spell to help control it.
It was a rush of power. At first, the thrill of spilling the hot, sticky blood is like a burst of energy. Electrifying and sweet.
Then, after a minute of blood, came the numb state.
My mind became hazy, and I wasn’t fully aware of my movements. It felt oddly like a dream, misty, numb, and hazed all at once.
All I could comprehend was the screaming man below me. He yelled in pain every time I stabbed him with the blade. But I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.

I came to my senses after a while.
The blood was already beginning to get cold, and the body I had stabbed to many times to count was so mangled….I could barely even tell it was human.
The Guy had died not long after my first 5 stabs. His eyes stared blankly to the sky, and I glanced up as well. The sun was high in the sky. It was probably 1 or 2 pm, only an hour after I left Isiss.
I stumbled to my feet in a daze. Slipping the blade into my hoody, I glanced myself over.
It was even worse than I had thought it would be.
My hoody was completely red and was weighed down by the blood soaking it. My hands were sticky from the life giving liquid and I could feel my face beginning to stiffen with drying blood.
Not only that, the blood dripped from my hair and I felt as if I had just taken a blood bath.
Well…..I kinda had.
I swallowed thickly and thought about all the different ways Isiss could take the sight of me coming back to her like this.
I had never told her about how it felt when you’re insane. I had kept it from her for good reasons.
I killed people to help control…my dark side.
If I didn’t kill, my mind and I begin to change. I become…wild. Dangerous. Uncontrollable. And…evil.
Killing people let me release some insane energy in a better way…than what it could be.
I began to feel in control again, so I ran through to woods, heading toward the house that I left Isiss at.
It was time to find out…if she could truly…love a monster.
here it is. ^.^
but my day had turned out really bad. look at my journal. "worst day ever..."
and youll see why.
hope you guys liked it
haozeke93 made jeff, i take no credit for her art! the rose and girl are from google!!!
[link] <--- maker of the jeff art work!!!
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I was listening to Ain't no grave by Johnny Cash when reading the part where the guys died...