I woke up and Jeff was gone. I looked over and noticed a note on my desk. It read:

    Sorry I couldn't stay longer. I'll be back tonight if you want. Just leave your window unlocked.

                                   -Jeff

I put the note in a drawer and walk down stairs. No one is home. That's weird. Mom is usually cooking, and dad is usually in the barn. No one is home, not even Jacob.

Maybe they all went to town and didn't want to wake me. No, they would've left a note or something. Strange, where could they be?

*Buzz buzz*

My phone is vibrating. Its a text, but I don't know the number. I open the message and it reads:

              I have them

My heart starts going a mile a minute. I drop my phone and burst through the front door. I make a B-line strainght to Slendy's mansion. Its about 3 miles away, but I don't care. I have to save my family.

My legs are burning and I can hardly breathe by the 2 1/2 mile marker. I can see the mansion straight ahead. I push myself despite the pain, and finally reach the mansion.

I franticly pound on the door, and Ben opens it. He flashes mea smile, that quickly fades when he notices my distress.

"Slendy now!" I wheeze.

Ben points upstairs and says "study."  I thank him and teleport into Slendy's study.

Ms.P and Slendy were talking on the couch. There attention quickly turns to me when I pop in.

"Annette?! What are you doing here?" Ms.P practicly shouts.

"She has them." I wheeze, and start coughing as I fall to my hands and knees.

Slendy rushes over to help me up.

"Who has them child?" He asks.

"J-Jane has my family." I say in between coughs.

Slendy turns to Ms.P, "Gather everyone in the living room, we have business to take care of." He said.

Ms.P nodded and left the room.

(Jeff's point of view)

Ms.P swung my door open and said to get downstairs immediately. Whats going on now?

I walk into the living room, and see everyone there. Annette is here to? Why is she here? How did she even get here?

Slendy instructs everyone to sit and we do. Annette steps up and begins to speak.

"Hey guys. I wish I was here for a regular visit, but sadly thats not the case."

She takes a deep breath and looks up at everyone.

"Jane is back. She has my family. And I'll be damned if she's gonna hurt us again! I need your help. I need to find her, to save my family."

Everyone agrees and gets their 'roles' in the rescue mission.

It can't be the same Jane can it?

No, thats impossible.

I heard Sally speak up, "I thought you killed her already?"

Annette looks up at her, "Yeah I did to. She was weak to. I don't see how I didn't kill her." She says.

After everyone clears the room I grab Annette and lead her outside.

"What?" She asks.

"Who is this Jane you were talking about?" I ask.

"She's an evil bitch. That's what she is. She looks like me, only her eyes are black. Of course it used to just be a mask. But when she became one of you....that mask turned into her face." She said.

"Do you know her last name?" I ask.

"Yeah, Arkansas. Well if you mean since she turned its either Jane Everlasting, or Jane the Killer. She prefers Everlasting though." She explains.

I knew it! It is her!

"How do you know her?" I ask.

"I went to school with her. She was thirteen, I was twelve. She was like a sister to me. I liked this one new boy at school. Not like that though I just wanted to be his friend. I never knew his name though. Anytime I tried to talk to him, his brother wouldn't let me. Jane talked to him though. She said it was ok that everything would be fine with him. Anyway one night she went crazy and came to my house in the middle of the night. She was dressed all weird and wearing that mask. She said we had to leave because someone killed her family and would come after me next. I didn't believe her. She cursed at me and stabbed me, saying that boy clouded my judgement. Its been war between us ever since. Anytime I see her its a blood bath." She said, "why? Do you know her?"

I shook my head and walked toward Annette's house.

"Where ya going?" She asked.

"Come with me." I said.

She huffed and followed.

"This is taking too long." She said.

She grabbed my hand and we zapped into her room.

"H-how did you do that?" I ask.

"Family trait." She says.

Family trait?

"Now why are we here?" She asks.

"Pack your things. Its not safe for you here." I say.

                  *smack*

(Annette's point of view)

"Ow!" Jeff growls, "The Hell was that for?" He asks as he rubs his face.

"I'm not some helpless damsile ok! I can handle myself just fine!" I yell.

"I didn't say you were helpless! I just said it wasn't safe!" He yelled back.

I got right in his face, although I had to tip toe a little.

"Don't yell at me." I growled.

"Get. Out. Of my face." He growled back.

"What if I don't want to?"

"Then I'll make you!" He shouted.

He pushed me away, and that made me mad. No one, and I mean no one pushes me! Ever!

I pushed him back and it turned into in all out grudge match. We started throwing punches well....I started throwing punches. He wouldn't hit me. All he would do is block.

I backed up and tripped over my bed. I landed on my back and Jeff got on top of me. He held me down by my wrists. I looked at him and he blushed. Why?

Why is he looking at me like that? Oh no. No. No. No. No. No. No.

He closed his eyes. Wait a minute. I thought he didn't have eyelids.

"Um.....Jeff? I thought you couldn't blink." I say.

His eyes snap open, and he looks at me.

"Well, um, I can. I burned my eyelids, but they didn't burn off. I just charred them basicly." He explains.

"Oh. Cuz I was wondering about that. If you can't blink then your eyes would dry out." I say.

"Yeah." He says awkwardly.

He gets off of me and walks toward my bedroom door. I lean up and look at him. He looks around and finaly says,

"Well, if you don't want to stay at the mansion, then I'll stay here."

I give him a 'what'd you just say?' Look.

"Excuse me?" I say.

"Look I think you'll be safer with me around is all." He says looking at the ground.

"Fine. You can stay in the guest room. Its next door to mine." I say as I point it out.

"Ok." He says as he starts to walk out.

"Oh, by the way. Don't. Interfear with my hunting." I warn.

He chuckles slightly and goes to his room.

Its about 5:30 now. Guess I'll go make dinner. I walk over to Jeff's door and knock on it.

"Yo Jeff! I'm making dinner! What you want to eat?" I ask.

"Uh.....dosen't really matter....long as its food!" He says.

I walk downstairs and start cooking. I decide on steak, potatoes, and salad. I make both of the steaks rare and bloody. I set the table, and call Jeff down. He comes down and sits at the table.

"What's up with the wine glass?" He asks.

Shit, almost forgot. I run to the pantry and grab the dinner wine. Jeff eyes me suspiciously.

"Um....how old are you?" He asks.

"16." I say.

He chuckles and says, "Oh we have a rebel now do we?"

"No." I snap, "I'm Italian, I drink wine with every meal."

"Your from Italy?" He asks.

"Yes. My family moved here when I was around 2." I say.

"Cool." He says.

I pour the wine and take my seat. We enjoyed our meal, and I think Jeff especialy enjoyed the wine. I lost track of how much I was drinking. Lets just say I feel really good right now. Jeff and I are laughing at each other for no apparent reason.

I got up and stumbled to put the dishes away. I tripped and one of the steak knives slid off the plate and cut my wrist.

I dropped the plate, causing it to shatter and Jeff to run over to me. I fall and he catches me. Thats the last thing I remember before I slowly black out.

(Jeff's point of view)

I hear a crash coming from the kitchen. I instinctivly grab my knife and rush in. I see Annette colapsing on the floor. I catch her before her head hits the tile floor.

What happened to her? Ah, probly just drunk, and passed out.

"Come on Netty. Get up." I say as I nudge her.

I notice something pooling around her wrist. Is that?

No. No, not now. Its.....blood.

Her blood...excites me. I want to see her blood spill more. I want her to go to-

No I don't want to hurt her! I have to help her!

You want her death.

What was that?

Go ahead kill her.

Is that me talking?

Yes Jeff. I'm your insanity.

Insanity can't talk.

Logic dosen't work for the insane.

"Go away!" I shout.

I put my hands on my head and try to drown out my own voice.

"Get out of my head!"

I can't Jeff. I am you. You know you want to kill her. You want to slice her and watch her blood spill. You want her pain. You want her to suffer!

"No I don't. I-I don't want to hurt Annette."

She is nothing but another victim. She called you weak. She questions your power. She laughs at you, and your weakness.

"I. Won't. Hurt. Her." I growl.

Then she was right. You are weak.

"Stop it."

You are not a true murderer. You're just some bitch with a short temper and a kitchen knife.

"Shut up."

You are nothing but a coward.

"No I'm not!"

Then what are you?

A dangerously wide smile spreads across my face.

"I'm a killer." I say.

Who are you?

"I'm Jeff the killer."

And who is that on the floor?

"My next victim."

And what does she need to do?

"Go to sleep!"

I grab her and drag her out the back door. I tie her up and cover her mouth incase she comes to.

I begin slashing at her arms. Stabbing into her stomach, watching her blood pour from her body.

Why am I not enjoying this? Why am I not laughing and smiling like I usually do. Maybe its because she isn't screaming.

No thats not it. I feel.

Something.

A knot in my chest. A lump in my throat. Water just fell on my hand. Is it raining?

No, so where is it coming from. I touch my face and realize...I'm crying.

I don't cry. I'm Jeff the killer. I don't feel remorse towards my victims.

She isn't a victim.

No! Its my time Jeff! You are a killer!

She is Annette.

Stop! Just kill her!

Leave her alone.

Kill her! Kill! Kill! Kill!

I raise my knife, ready to plunge it into her chest.

"Go to-"

"Jeffery!" Slendy yells.

I snap back to reality. I back away from Annette.

What have I done?

Her blood is all over me. I drop my knife and look at my blood stained hands.

"S-Slendy. I-I don't."

I look at Annette's mangled body before I sprint into the woods.

I need to leave. I don't want to hurt her again. I have to stay away. I can't fight my killer intensions.

I have to stay away.

For her.