Slenderman Jeff The Killer の小説・ストーリー

Their names were Daniel and Pamela, and that’s all Jo knew about them, other than the fact that one was a Guardian, and the other was a Hunter. The vehicle pulled to a stop a lot more quickly than Jo was prepared for. The Mall was a huge space now that most of the memorials and historical markers had been removed. The only one that remained used to be the Jefferson Memorial, but the former president’s head had been removed and replaced with Crimson Crotch’s head a few years ago. It looked ridiculous, but the Vampires came to visit it like it was Mecca.

"They were like a different species, totally different from us. Only that they were too naive and knew nothing about violence." "It must have been a heaven." Sandra nodded, her next word interrupted by Jeff's whisper. "There's one of the Killer mummies heading over." "Do you think they heard us?" Wei asked. "No." Jeff stayed fix in his position. "This one is different. It feels as if he is looking back at me." "What do you—" Salvador was about to head over when Jeff jumped aside, blood gushing out of his right shoulder from where he was hit. "Fuck."

“Good morning citizens, the infamous serial killer who drains the blood of his victim and harvest all of their organs of his 10 victims have been captured this morning says police report” The citizens are delighted by the news and it became the case of the year. Reporters flock from different country to scoop to the story of the “Vampire Killer” and the case made it internationally. Theories and debates happen to discuss why he did it and what the country should do to someone inhuman like him. He stirs the media, the public and the government. They are going to petition for his death but one thing isn’t matching… because when the reporter interviews the suspects, he keeps saying one thing.

said a third guy with a voice that could be mistaken for that of a masculine female. “You didn’t need to kill the old woman,” Jeff said as he walked up to her body and nudged it with his work shoe. “She wasn’t supposed to be here,” said the deeper male voice that they later learned was Jeff’s father. “She recognized me from that summer we spent buddying up to Joe.” “Are you sure there’s even a shadow walker here?” Jeff asked. “I remember when Joe found out you were part of the APM. He asked to join.”

Drake cleared his throat and continued, "Now, about your situation. I want to help you seek justice and closure for what happened to your family. Do you have any pictures of the man who ordered the attack on your family? Or any leads, anything that could help us track him down?" Jeff hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. He reached for a small envelope on the coffee table and pulled out a photograph. The image showed a man in a suit, a sly smile on his face, exuding an air of power and confidence. "This is him," Jeff seid, his voice tinged with bitterness. "He's the one who ordered the hit on my family."

"Not my wife and daughter, Jeffrey! Don't touch them!" "Ahh," Jeffrey looked at the ceiling with a tried looking eyes, three bullets marked on the ceiling. He is sitting on the sofa, wide open legs, and his hand resting on his knee holding a real gun. "Why did you tell them about the killing of the old man? It was our plan, remember?" "I'm a demon like you, Jeffrey. If you want him to be killed, do it yourself!"

And it's always a woman named Tamara. "Is this Jason McKennel?" Jeffry snorted. "Why? You're jealous of me getting close to your wife, huh? She's like a diamond, and you'd trade her for shit. That's a shame. However, I'm not as stupid as you. I know what's precious and not, especially when the priceless one gets dumped." "Don't mess with me, Jeffry Allen! You may be able to hide from my stupid father and brother, but don't think I don't know who you are. You're a murderer! And I'll ensure you don't do the same to Emily!"

“You're treating me like trash, Jeff. I came to you with my grievances, and you promised to help me. The first attempt didn’t yield a thing, so what next?! I want Jessica White dead. What is stopping you from killing her?” A masculine voice I assume belongs to Jefferson, and lets out a gruff laughter. “You are so naïve and clueless. What was I expecting anyway? The daughter of a murderer will always long for blood even though she can't even wield a sword.” “Oh, please, getting rid of that girl is not hard-” “Why don’t you do it yourself, then?” Jefferson snaps. “Huh? Rhea Luther, if you think it's just ABC, then do your dirty work yourself!”

“Tsk, you could do something bad to me.” Jeff smiled slightly because his intelligent brain was indeed devising brilliant ideas to rape Cylo until he could no longer walk normally. But seeing his condition, it seemed he had to postpone his brilliant plan for now. His focus now was to introduce himself to this hired killer. “Okay, let's talk.” Jeff stared at Cylo, who wasn't looking at him. “My name is Jefford William Ricardo. I am the leader of the Black Wolf mafia, and I am very interested in you, Cylo.”

answered Damon evily smirking . " You mean she knows ." started Jeffery looking scared but Damon intrupted . " Yeah she knows what a am big bad vampire , oh wait a big bad vampire -eagle hybrid and waht you are too a pathetic little cursed werewolf . " said Damon . " Bloody hell tell me you are joking ." exclaimed Jeffery . " No i am not ." said Damon .