Authors Note: This is very, very, very, VERY dark. It contains disturbing images and rape. If you do not like this; or if it offends you DO NOT READ! That being said, inspiration for this (and it's sad that I could be inspired to write this) comes from Eve215, and from the drabble I did for the 10 IPod challenge to the song "Now That She's Gone" by Destiny's Child.

The Last Person You Would Expect

It hadn't taken much to convince everyone that he was devastated when his wife and child died. He had truly been distraught. It hadn't lasted nearly long enough.

"Patrick, why are you doing this? Why are you hurting us, we love you, you love us! Why?" She was crying and he just smiled. It had been so long since he had taken so much pleasure out of the act of killing and mutilation. Sure he still did it for the high, but this time, this time he knew it was going to be special.

He had been killing women for years. The first time had been an accident, really he hadn't planned on it, but the bitch just wouldn't stay still. All he wanted was a little sex, and she wouldn't sit still. He'd never planned on raping her, he didn't think of it that way, but apparently she had, so he did the only thing he could think of, he pulled out his pocket knife and held it up to her neck, just to get her to shut up.

He hadn't meant to draw blood the first time, but when the knife accidentally pierced the skin and the blood started to trickle down her long gorgeous neck, he just couldn't help himself. He had to see more. He loved the way that it dripped down her neck and over her breasts, how it pooled on the ground around her.

He'd had a friend with him at the time, a simpleton really, who had helped him finish her off. Finish cutting her open, watching her blood spill everywhere, and then, cutting her in that most special of spots. The one place she wouldn't let him touch, that was the most pleasurable of all.

He hadn't been able to stop himself after that. He didn't do it too often, he would be discovered, and he started leaving a calling card at the scene. In hind sight that was why he was in this mess now. It tied all his play things together. United them, put him on the radar with law enforcement.

He had gotten married, had a daughter and was very successful at what he did; at being that psychic that could convince anyone of anything. But one day the cops came to him to have him help them find, well, to find himself. He couldn't give himself up, that would mean that they would put him in jail, take away all the things he enjoyed in life.

So he went on that show, said things that if it had been someone else saying them would have pissed him off, then he retaliated. He told his wife that he was going to be out late, not to wait up. So when he showed up, she was surprised, even more so when he tazered both her and his child.

He'd never thought he'd have to kill them, but standing above them, bound at the legs and at the hands he knew that it was going to be the most pleasurable of all. He knew that the electric blast was going to knock his daughter out. He was glad that it had. He wanted to deal with her on her own, without her mother screaming at him, to spare her, like he knew she was going too.

In a way, he was glad that he was doing this to his wife. He didn't have to be so careful. He was married and this was his house, he could do anything he wanted to her and the police would never know. He grinned wickedly at her.

"I know you want to know why. Why it is that I'm doing this. Really, I wish I could explain." He unzipped his pants and pulled them off with his boxers, leaving them lying on the floor, but away from where his wife and daughter were on the bed. He liked this suit and didn't want to get it dirty. He took of his suit coat and placed it on top. He would leave the shirt on, he didn't really like this one, it was the wrong cut.

He looked down at his wife, the terror in her eyes made him jump with excitement; no one had looked at him like that in ages. His last victim had detached herself before he even got a chance to look at her properly. He laid his wife back on the bed, pushing her legs up and spreading them, this was going to be good with her legs bound the way that they were.

"No, Patrick, stop, please, no." She was still pleading with him when he forced himself into her. God she felt so good. This was heaven. He hadn't been able to do this in years; it had become too risky, what with all the DNA available. Every once in a while he could find a hooker in one of the larger cities that was killing to let him do this to her, but it just wasn't the same when the participant was willing, this was so much better.

She was still whimpering as he moved inside her, god it was so good. He started to kiss her on neck, and then, trailed his kisses lower, he had undressed her before and she was lying there naked underneath him. Her nipples taught against the cold, he loved them, he would hate to see them go. Knowing this would be the last time, he took one in his mouth, biting hard, enjoying the taste of blood in his mouth. She screamed, and she tried to push away from him on the bed.

"Hold still bitch, this is about me now, not you." He pulled the knife from where he had laid it on the bed next to her and held it to her throat. He pressed lightly, drawing just enough blood at just the right spot for it to run down her neck to her breast, it had taken him years and countless tries to get the right spot. He watched the blood trickle and knew that was all he needed before slamming into her harder and harder. She started whimpering in pain, but it wasn't enough, he needed to hear her scream. He drew the knife along her neck, shallower than a killing blow, just enough to make the blood flow freely and for her to scream.

"Oh God Yes!" He screamed as he pounded into her, feeling the euphoria wash over him, he hadn't felt like this since the first time. He loved the feel, if he had know this was all it was going to take, he would have done this years ago.

He relished the feel of him in her for the last time, wishing he could draw it out longer, make it even more pleasurable for him, but his little girl would be waking up and there was no need to mommy to see what he was going to do to her. He might enjoy causing pain and murder, but he was if nothing else a loving husband and father. He didn't want her to see that.

"God baby, that was good. We should have done this ages ago. Tell me, why didn't we ever do bondage, it does wonders for you. You're so sexy when you're tied up." He slowly pulled himself out of her, enjoying the whimper as he left her, she'd enjoyed it too, he could tell and she'd hated herself for it. It was a pity that it had to end. He wiped her up as best he could, no need to go being messy; this was going to be a crime scene in a few hours after all.

"Now honey, you are going to get to see just what it is that makes you scream." He said, holding the knife above his head and plunging down into her stomach. She screamed and he felt himself getting aroused again. This was going to be a good night.