Chapter 1 "No....." "Please..... Stop...." "Jeff please.... Don't hurt me...." Jeff laughed as I begged for him not to hurt me. "Now why would I my sweet Melody?" He said as he passed the cold, sharp blade of his favorite knife over my bare stomach. "Jeff.... Please..." I whimpered. Jeff had me tied to a cold, hard bed, spread eagle with nothing but my underwear on... Or atleast what was left of it. He laughed as he slowly made work of my bra, completely shredding it from my body leaving me even more exposed than I was before. I cried and tried to break free of my ties, while jeff's eyes which were too wide for his own face looked over my body hungrily as he licked his lips. He placed his hand against my bare flesh, feeling the softness against his cold leathery one. "Jeff don't do this to me. Please," I whimpered. "Oh Melody.... Sweet, sweet Melody...." He chuckled, "Ive been wanting to do this for a long... Long time baby." I closed my eyes as I wept even harder. I heard his chuckle and felt the left side of the bed shift, before I hear him in my ear. "Don't worry baby... I'll try to be gentle," he whispered, breathy and somewhat seductive, but I was too scared of what he was planning to do to me to be easily seduced. "Jeff.... Please..." I cried one last time, before he shook his head letting his black, unkempt and greasy hair move back and forth. He made quick work of my panties, leaving my completely defenseless and vulnerable for his terrifying and greedy eyes. "Here I come baby..." He smirked as he launched at me. I screamed as I started to frail about in my restraints, squeezing my eyes shut, before opening them again to find myself in my bed in my room. "It was just a dream," I told myself, shaking from the utter fear and craziness that was Jeff the Killer. I slowly sat up in my bed and wiped the sweat off my face. That was one freaky nightmare. I should seriously be careful of what I eat before I go to bed next time. Or read for that matter. With a sigh, I looked over at my digital clock and saw that the time was 4:00 am. I groaned as I fell back into bed with my right arm over my eyes. I knew perfectly well that once I wake up, I'm always up. Sighing again, I rolled off my bed and set my feet against the cold, fuzzy, purple carpet that covers the floor of my "overly too big to be mines" room. I love purple. Its my most favorite color expect for black, white and blood red. I started to drag my feet as I walked to my personal bathroom. My bathroom was huge. It was 22 square feet with a standing shower with shower dials of all sorts, a hot tub with turbo jets, two sinks with a large vanity mirror with down lights set in a single row right above it, three black and silver Victorian styled cabinets, each one displaying all what I need for my bath. The first cabinet held bath soaps, oils, salts and body wash of great variety. The second held towels with my favorite colors and the third cabinet with my make up and alot more. The room itself was made of beautiful white/cream marble with black swirls in a beautiful intricate pattern. Even the shower, hot tub and sinks were made of this beautiful marble and hanging right behind my bathroom door was my bathrobe made of a soft, white material with a black circle and an X going straight through it. I stripped down and put it on, before heading to one of the cabinets. I took out a lavender and jasmine scented bath oil and headed for the hot tub. As I passed the mirror, I stopped and did a back step to look at my reflection. Staring back at me was a 5 feet 6 inches tall caucasian girl with long, wavy sandy blonde hair reaching her hips with her bangs just falling slightly over her dark green eyes and a body that shouldn't exist. Her body was well developed in all the right places. Melody pulled her bathrobe slightly apart and sighed. She had a pair of monstrous double D's that she didn't want, thanks to having her period in pre school. With another sigh, she closed her rode and turned to her tub. She filled in with stingingly hot water and poured some of the oil in, before removing the robe and taking a nice bath to rid her of the crazy nightmare. By the time it was 6:00 am, I got out and headed for my closet. It was massively huge with clothes of all brands and sizes. I shook my head at the ridiculous 18 square feet room and searched for my uniform. My uniform was a white shirt, with a black jacket with silver moon inside a golden shattered sun, with a short black skirt, knee high black boots with stockings and a red tie. I put them on and made sure that no part of me was accidentally left exposed. I went into my room that had to be atleast 24 square feet with black Victorian styled furniture and was painted white with black Victorian patterns of stemming flowers with a chandelier hanging down the middle of the room and purple neon lights either on the steps leading to my bed or on the island like ceiling where the chandelier hung. I walked over to my dresser and started brushing out my hair. I let it hang down my back as I reach for my jewelry box and pulled out a crystal pendant shaped like a cresent moon with a simple sliver chain. I smiled as I put it on. The pendant hung right above my cleavage. I caressed the moon as I reminisce about the day daddy gave it to me. I was six years old when he gave it to me. I was so curious about why I didn't look like him that he did nothing more than hold me and told me how precious I was to him and that he will never let me go or let any harm come to me. I smiled at the memory as I left the room and headed for the kitchen. I started making breakfast for myself, when dad walked in. Believe it or not, my dad looks like the Slender Man. The one being who takes children and maked them disappear. Or so they say, but I've never seen him. In fact he never did that. Yes, he's hardly home, but I don't think he'll ever hurt a child. He's the sweetest person I know and I love him very much. "Good morning daddy," I said with a smile. "Good morning baby, " he echoed in my head. "Would you like some breakfast?" "Yes please." I quickly put together some eggs and bacon with some orange juice and gave it to him, before taking my own plate full. Slender had shrunken to a regular human size when I returned to the breakfast table. As I began to eat, he took the knife and cut his bacon into small pieces. His teeth were sharp and jagged. They looked as if they were made for crunching bones, but it didn't bother me at all. After all it was a side effect from his accident. "So what is your plan for the day Melly?" "The usually daddy. Go to school. Come home. Eat dinner. Do homework and sleep. What about you?" "I have to go to work this morning." "Oh..... Okay...." We continued eating in silence, before I asked the one question I always ask him every day. "Dad... I was up late last night and I read about the PastaVerse. What is the PastaVerse?" "Uhhhhhh........" "Dad.....?" "It's nothing for you to be concerned about. " "But......" "IT'S NOTHING FOR YOU TO BE CONCERNED ABOUT! IT'S A STORY NOTHING ELSE! END OF STORY!" I bit my lip and looked down at the remnants of my plate. That was a first. He never shouted at me, even when I was bad as a kid. I don't understand why this question brought that response. He never kept anything from me, but he didn't want me to know more about the PastaVerse. Why? I cleaned out my plate in slience and took his empty plate to the dishwasher and left it there to be cleaned. As I turned around, I was severely embraced in a hug by Slender Man. "I love you my sweet Melody." Those six simple words made me smile and I returned his hug. "I love you too daddy." "You have no idea how precious you are to me." "I know daddy." "It also makes me happy to be called your daddy." My smile dimmed a little as I remember three years ago for my thirteenth birthday, when he told me the truth about my parents. He had killed them, when I was just a few months old. When he saw me, he couldn't bring himself to hurt me or even abandon me. So he took me in as his own and raised me. He gave me all the love a parent could give and in the end, I love him for that. I would never hate my daddy. I love him too much to hate him. So I accepted it and continued being his daughter. A regular sixteen year old girl who goes by the name of Melody Jackson, whose father is a rich entrepreneur who goes by the name, Reese Jackson. It amazes me by how much money my dad has and he's really a creepy, scary guy with no face. I looked up at my faceless father and smiled as he bent down to place a kiss on my forehead. "Be safe today at school." "I will daddy." He gave me a squeeze before letting me go. I looked at the clock to see it was 7:30 am. I gasped and took off towards my room to grab my book bag before dashing out the front door to catch bus to school. I'm so glad sometimes for not living too far from school.