Alice was relaxing in the broken down, unused asylum that still proudly stood and adorned the now darkening skies that she called her home. It was turning into fall, and becoming colder every night. That particular night, however, she didn't know the events that would happen in the next few hours would be burned into her memory forever.
As the chilling breeze crept in towards her she stirred and awoke. Scarf clung tightly to her neck as she adjusted the position she was lying in, the cold sweat running down her ivory olive skin. Another nightmare, another wrenching memory of the past that was only a couple of months ago: the slaughter of her own mother, and the discovery of her body by none other than Alice's father. She was breaking slowly, a light hunger burned in her stomach and a thirst held her throat as a choking embrace. Mouth watering, she sighed to herself, her voice shaky from her constant shivering. Another hour of sleep she could have used to run, but being rather easy headed she didn't give it a second thought. She trembled, blood boiling. She had been on the run for many weeks now. She wasn't that hungry, but she knew if she ate as much as she wished she would be slow, and weary. Yet if she didn't eat she would be weak and brittle. No, it's still not worth it. It's not as if she could walk into a public place and buy food for her nagging stomach. Deciding it would be a good time if any to take a walk to get her blood forcing through her veins, she sits up.
Moving at a glacial pace, she stands, her silhouette dominating the wall behind her.  Alice's blood stained, hand stitched dress ruffles decorated her slender figure. She gazed out a nearby window, the foggy forest setting putting her at peace. She stretched her cat-like body frame and set off, easily bounding out of a shattered window nearby, letting out a fierce and inhuman laugh that echoed for what seemed to her, like miles. Forcing herself forward, her thin legs managing to tread on the moist soil below her being, she ran. Her speed would put most track runners to shame, her malnourished body allowed this, always having strong legs and now, being underweight simply added to her agility. Alice ran, she ran as if being chased by her death bringer, she even felt a sudden shock of fear as fatigue began to set in after a while.  As Alice's lungs began to work more and more against her, her breath became more and more shallow. Soon enough, she finally stopped, breathing heavy and her blood boiling alongside her Cheshire like smile embellishing her pale skinned face. She turned to face her attacker, only to realize it was only a false character that she had given herself, so to say, motivation to keep moving.  She felt awake, alive, and ready. Her senses heightened as she paused to breathe, relishing the silence that the woods around her domain had to offer. Before she could continue her stroll, she found herself hesitated. She had heard a soft noise in the distance; although she hadn't given a care, her subconscious made her listen. Her focus turned to the direction of the noise and suddenly her smile faded into a rather annoyed frown.  Had someone come to disturb her? No. She knew she was alone here. With her smile returning she continued on her way, even skipping and humming to provoke her good thoughts. Then she heard the sound again, more audible this time.  Footsteps. Heavy, thudding, frightening footsteps that seemed to get louder the longer she listened. What? Are they getting closer? Of course not, this place had been abandoned years ago. No sane person dared to tread here. She sighed and her green eyes flashed with curiosity. Yes, no sane person would, and she would see to it that she found out what had the audacity to disturb her in what she seen as her own domain.
Out of ignorance she let her curiosity get the best of her and she approached the noise, her footsteps as quiet as death. What she seen shocked, and inspired her. A man, a tall one at that, wearing a blood stained white hoodie with skin to match, black dress pants accompanied by boots.  His appearance intrigued her. It looked like a human and walked like one, but his mouth was carved and his eyes were ringed, as by looks, perhaps a severe burn accident. His mysterious face illustrated death. He stalked the surroundings as quietly as a lion on the prowl. Occasionally he would even speak to himself. "Bitch deserved to die, she didn't..." he trailed off, his words becoming mumbles as he passed.  She pulled her decorated knife from the holster that was strapped to her upper thigh. With her eyes turning soft, she decided she was going to follow this man. She was going to find out what he was.
She stalked him for hours, her interest becoming more and more deepening in this man. She often took great notice in something that was, well to her, unique. His black hair fell in tangles to his neck, his ghostly skin that harbored the faint splatter of what was once a living thing. While little Alice fantasized, the smell of cheap perfume that she so grudgingly hated, wafted to her nose. Shuddering at the disgusting smell that nauseated her, she covered her nose with her scarf.  Being she was raised in a rich home, and got whatever her heart's desire, including the most expensive fragrances in which she could usually tell by smell, how much the worth was.  That's when she saw HER for the first time, black eyed, same horrid pale skin; however, she had a slight bluish tint to herself, although, to be honest, it was probably the moon's light that was doing this to her, but more Importantly, Stalking MY prey! How could she?! That's simply rude and inconsiderate to Alice.  She moved behind the figure, wiping the tears of fatigue off of her eyes. She didn't pay attention, little Alice tripped, and became the center of unwanted attention. Without a hint or warning the female bounded to Alice, her sheer force able to knock her off of her feet and grab her by the dress ruffles and pulled her up. "Listen, you little bitch, if you interfere with this, I will cut your throat, and suffocate Jeff with your innards!" Alice wasn't phased, but she thought for a moment.  Jeff, what an alluring name! Surely if this thing was following him, he was worth taking for herself!  She gazed deeply into the black-eyed woman, and said only one thing "You have the most beautiful eyes". Alice wanted them, for herself, and was now determined to gain them. Not now, of course but soon. Alice flipped herself around, her self-made heels digging into the other female's abdomen, she dropped Alice out of shock and Alice sprinted away again, her skin glistening with sweat and intimidation. Jane reverted her gaze to her now bleeding stomach, even with a little bit of stomach acid beginning to glisten in the moonlight, Jane smiled. "When I find that little bitch, I'm going to gut her" Jane stood and began to trail Jeff again. This time, without much of grace and prowess as she used the first time. She now had a cavity the size of a penny in her stomach, as deep as a couple of inches, this didn't phase Jane though, it simply motivated her with every throb of pain that coursed through her lower body. Oddly enough, Jeff had noticed none of this.
Alice finally stopped when her body gave out, her being collapsed, sweating and weak now; she was at least a few miles away from the two. What did she want with him? Oh, well. It didn't concern Alice now, if she could get away from the demonic like woman, so could this "Jeff". She returned to the sanctity of her asylum, bounding into a lower ground broken window, and returning to her upper level, "room".  She sighed but relaxed, lying back in the heap of cement on the floor, and she again, closed her eyes, and drifted into a restless, deep sleep.
Alice awoke with a start, a loud sound bursting down the hallway. "Oh my…" She spoke to herself. It sounded deathly similar to the same footsteps from before. She paused.  She stood, holding the knife in her hand, at ready. Whatever "Jeff" was, he wasn't going to get her without a large piece of him coming with her. She stepped outside of her broken window, and began to jump from windowpane to windowpane, only stopping to look inside of the windows to find him before he found her. Dearly hoping it wasn't who she thought. She continued this behavior, on every floor, starting from the first. This continued for about fifteen minutes without avail, until Alice stopped herself dead, there was a soft sound of respiration. Breathing, Heavy, and Inhuman.  She peered inside the closest window, and her heart stopped. She perceived the same, staggering stance that she had observed not so long earlier, his hoodie, and disgusting face. Alice froze with fear, and hid behind the wall that separated the two. Her heart jumped back into life with excitement and undeniable fear. She quickly returned to her room, darting into her shattered window and she slid into the hallway, to face "Jeff". She was close to his neck in height, and the male held a knife, which dripped fresh blood. Her black hair shimmered in the moon's fading light. She looked him in his eyes, but he looked, off. She could see that the light of morning was beginning to show itself, as the moon became more and more of a memory of the night before. The sun was rising, she couldn't leave the asylum now, and she couldn't risk being seen. Alice shivered regretting her actions.  Backing away, her heart racing. Jeff, however, simply stared at the odd young one. His face never changing, he stepped forward, she in return, hastily backed off. With a shaky voice she confronted finally confronted the horrid figure. "What are you?"
Jeff hastily grabbed the girl and smashed her against the asylum's cold concrete walls, and spoke, his voice sounded as close to hell as you could get, his breath smelled like whiskey and rotted meat. "Shhhh, my dear. Just go to sl-" He was cut off. Alice buried her incisors inside his hand's tender flesh, of course, released her for a moment. Alice slinked under him and between his legs, taking this time to run. Jeff didn't bother to give a dramatic chase; he knew this asylum well, as he had been hiding out here himself in the past.  He simply walked in the direction she ran, knowing it was a dead end hallway. Containing two cells on parallel sides of the room, and no exit.
Alice realized her mistake early. She bolted into a nearby cell and barricaded it, her breath loud and her eyes now tear filled. Jeffrey, wanted to make a game of her demise, and began to call for her, by name. "Alice, my little Alice, where are you hiding? I know you're tired…so very tired".  He let out a crazed laugh every here and there between words, however, this was true, she was deathly weary but didn't dare fall asleep. Footsteps. Closer, closer, then nothing, a pause at the door in which she had blocked. She was nearly crying, whimpering in fear. Jeff savored this, and spoke with his harsh taunting voice. "Is that you, I hear?". He attempted to push it open, but to his discouragement, it wouldn't budge. Alice could hear a note of rage growing in his voice. "Now, Alice, you're making this hard for both of us…". She whimpered and Jeff seemed to have adoration to it, he laughed, however becoming angrier. "Open the door, you won't get away this time, take it like a murderer" A loud crash echoed through the asylum, it was Jeff. Throwing himself at the door and it was working. The door was half way unblocked with the third tackle, and Alice was now crying her eyes out.  She had no other choice; she reached for her knife, only to find that…it wasn't there. Her mind flashed her back to the confrontation with Jane; she had dropped it when she fell. She was defenseless. She could only do one thing, cry.
Once Jeff could see her in the corner, he could fit his torso through, and that alone. "I-I see you, come here, dear!" The girl screamed louder, and huddled closer to the corner. Jeff screamed with laughter. "Yes! Keep making those sounds!"  Alice closed her eyes and waited for her own death, hoping Jeff would make it quick. Then she heard it, a sickening crunch that seemed to be inside and outside of her head at the same time. She opened her eyes, and there was Jane, with Jeff pinned as he had her, on the wall. She had to have at least broken some of his bones, ribs, most likely. Jane hasn't noticed her; she knew she could get away by breaking a window and just throw herself out. Instead she stayed, and waited for what to come. Jane held Jeff, and spoke. "I'm going to slaughter you like a cow!" She raised her war cleaver and before he could react. She gladly gave Jeff a long gash on his chest, his white hoodie now soaked in red warm liquid. Jane laughed, and placed her boot on Jeff's lowering head. "You go to sleep, bitch".  She began to force Jeff's head into the cement. Alice, watching her, began to feel angered. She bounded up and reacted like a cheetah, she landed perfectly on Jane, and began to gouge at her eyes. Jane, in reaction, thrashed. Slamming Alice into floors, walls and even the ceiling. Leaving Alice's blood markings everywhere, but she didn't let go. Alice forced her finger into Jane's eye socket, and with great pleasure felt the eye coming loose. Alice laughed as the coal looking eye was now hanging onto nothing but a dark optic nerve, and soon enough she repeated her actions to the other eye. Jane grasped at Alice, ripping out a small chunk of scalp, hair and all, leaving the backside of her head bloody and knotted.  Alice, quickly rebounded, holding the two lumps of black in her hand. Alice's smile was malicious, she was out for blood. Her voice had changed and her own eyes flashed green with bloodlust. "Hehe, Come here, I want you!" Her voice sounded higher and more inflexed. Alice set down her prizes just as Jane ran away, skull now a blood fountain.  She didn't bother with Jane; she was going to bleed out anyway. She turned her attention back to Jeff, who was now standing and holding his stomach and watching his prey. Alice turned and her smile faded. Her body became tired and unable to stand, she collapsed. "J-Jeff?" Alice managed to choke out, as she came to her knees. "Do it" Alice lowered her head to the ground and waited for his crushing blow, but it never came. After some time she raised her head and turned to face Jeff, her eyes lowering with fatigue and uneasiness. Jeff only backed up into the concrete, slowly sliding down. His back to the wall and legs sprawled against the floor. His bleeding was slowing, he was looking deathly faint himself, but he had been through worse. He knew would make it. Alice stood, and with a swift foot, crushed Jane's eyes in one stomp, leaving nothing but a blackened gooey mess that smelled foul. She watched the almost incapacitated Jeff, and idiotically approached him.  She kneeled, lying next to him, her eyes meeting his dark ringed ones. She was too close to him, but she didn't care, if he killed her, so be it. It was cold, and she hadn't felt the touch of another human being in months.  She ran her finger on his freshly made abrasion in his skin through his hoodie; he stirred and looked to her. No neck snapping, but a gaze that could drive a sane man mad. As Alice turned back she knew she was scared, however, by now she didn't mind. As long as she didn't have to tough out the cold herself for one night, or die, this would end all of her troubles once and for all. One night would be enough, and serial killer or not he still had body heat. After all, it was fall, and getting colder by each day.