You always hated this one demon guy thing, every time you went out to kill someone for Slenderman or because of boredom or something, this guy would come along and snatch up all the good parts of your kill, leaving nothing for you. To say you hated his guts was nothing compared to how you really felt.

Who was this guy anyways? You didn't even really know his name, but you sure as hell knew how he looked and sounded. You would hear his breathing and footsteps close behind you every time you went outside, even if you were just on a walk or supply run.

Well one day, he must've gotten enough courage to approach you, but he did it in one of the most unexpected ways he probably could've. Instead of going up to you and talking to you like a normal person, instead he just stalked you until you were far enough from everyone else in the forest before pouncing on you. He pinned you to the ground while breathing heavily and practically buzzing with excitement. He didn't even care if you both were in the middle of nowhere, didn't care if someone could just stumble up on you both. He needed it, and needed it immediately.

His grip on you was as strong as iron, his arms stuck around you as tight as possible as if he were scared you were going to try and run. Which wasn't the least likely thing to happen if he did let you free. But of course he didn't, he didn't want you gone.

He wanted you close to him, close enough he could take in your scent forever. The only reason he would take kills from you was to get your attention, he wanted you to acknowledge him even if it was by yelling at him. He wanted you, god he wanted you, but from the whole being sacrificed once made it a little hard to speak his mind or actually have a mind.

In fact, right now Jack couldn't think, he was finally close to you, your smell and feel overriding his senses and head. His brain felt like it was short circuiting just from having you in his arms.