Knives And Sledgehammers (Jeff the killer fanfic lemon)

Knives And Sledgehammers

(Cameron's POV)

FLASHBACK!!

Sam the Smasher. The name is just right for me. My black hair tickles my forehead, and I brush it away. I cannot see anything, for it was very dark out. I hide in my tree, a weeping willow with pink flowers. I love weeping willows. But I hate pink. But I don't want to change anything about this tree. I hear a sound, the sound of footsteps and I crouch down, ready to pounce on my very first victim. I have never killed before, so I'm a little scared. I don't know if I really should kill he/she, or if I should just leave it. I clutch my sledgehammer until my hand started to hurt. The sledgehammer was the reason behind the name. I'll send a warning to the world, show the world what happens when you don't care. I am only nine, but I am fierce, strong, and ready for battle. The footsteps get nearer, until they are right in front of my tree. I jump down, landing behind them, making them jump.
"Hello," the person says. He has a mans voice, so I know the gender. I cock my head to the side.
"Why aren't you scared? Don't you think I'm ugly?" I asked.
"No. Shouldn't I asked that question?" he asked. His skin glowed, because it was pure white. I saw his face, a grin carved on his face, his eyelids were burnt off, and his long black hair made me jealous. He was wearing a white hoodie, black pants, and black boots. He was cute. I waved my hand in dismissal, making a pff sound.
"You look fine," I said. I didn't know who he was, but I had heard about a killer. I heard the shifting of feet, and the thud of a back hitting bark. He crossed his arms.
"Get off my tree," I snarled through clenched teeth.
"I don't see your name on it," he said. I shoved him aside, knowing I had carved my murderer name on it. I felt around until I felt the scratched name on it. I point to it.
"You didn't have to be so literal," he grumbled. I smirked. I felt fingers brush my cheek and I winced, not liking it when people touch me. I heard rustling, and I tensed when I felt hands on my hips. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck, and my hairs stood up.
"I find you very attractive Cameron . . . Melody . . . Spratt, so I made up a little tune just for you. Would you like to hear it?" He asked. I hesitated, than nodded, curious how he thought I was attractive. I froze when I felt his body close to mine, and I tensed when I felt something poke me in the back, because he was so tall, and I was so . . . short. Is it what I think it is? He chuckled in my ear, and kissed my neck.
"H-how d-d-d-do you f-find me a-attractive? H-h-h-h-how d-do you k-know m-my n-n-name?" I stuttered and moaned out the question.
"That's a good question. I guess the heart wants what it wants. And I've been watching you Cameron, and I like what I see," he said, and I blushed, deeply.
"I promise to warn the world about who you are," he reassured me.
"Sing me the tune, please," I said politely.
He hummed a beautiful song. I climbed my tree, and stared up at the sky, listening to him as he hummed to me. He climbed the tree and pulled me into his arms. I curled up like a ball on his chest, and realized . . . I think I like him. Like a big brother. Like Carson, my big brother that protects me, who trusted me, until I hurt him. Anger had taken over me, and I hurt him. And everyone else. A centimeter of sanity came back before I was able to get to my sisters house. I almost hurt my one sister. I had cut people's backs, others . . . I stopped thinking completely when I felt his breath on my neck. He shifted and kissed my forehead. His phone rings, he answered, yelled at the person on the other line, and told me he had to go. I frowned, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. Than, I kissed his jaw, and work my way to his neck. I bit his neck, the flavor exploding in my mouth. He groaned, and I put my cold hand in his shirt. He yelped and flinched.
"God! Your hands are freezing!" He yelled. I winced.
"There's no need to yell," I stated. He cleared his throat and nodded. I went back to kissing his neck, and found his sweet spot. He let out a low moan, and sank deeper. I continued to bit his bare collarbone, and his moans were music to my ears. After awhile I went back to his neck. He guffaws.
"What?" I asked.
"Aren't you a little young to be doing that?" He asked.
"It matters. How old are you?"
"Thirteen. And you? No wait. I already know. Nine. That means you're too young," he said. I frowned. Didn't he like it when I kissed his skin?! I guess he doesn't love me. I fought back tears. He pulled me from his arms and set me aside.
"What's your name?" I asked and my voice almost cracked.
"Jeff the Killer," he answered, and left.