His fingers curl around the weapon. He thinks about how it will feel to do it again. To kill again. Good. Yes, it will feel good. Regina needs to be killed, just like Aunt Tara needed to be killed. No one can know about why he killed her. Which is why he has to do this.

He holds the weapon behind himself, an old baseball bat, as he rings the doorbell.

"Socio!" Regina slurs when she opens the door. She is very drunk. This will be easy.

"Hello, Regina." He says calmly.

He doesn't care how she knows. All he cares about right now is making sure she keeps quiet. For good.

"That's so awful what happened with your aunt. I'm soooo sorry." She giggles.

"Yeah, thanks." He smiles at her.

He can feel it in his bones. The wild sensation to swing the bat around and whack her with it. Hit her hard. Again and again and again. That way his secret is kept hidden.

"Why don't you come inside?"

She opens the door wide and stumbles back to let him in.

"Ladies first." He nods his head forward. So she can go inside first and won't see the bat.

"Such a gentleman."

She walks forward, into the living room. She is barefoot but walks like she is a girl wearing high heels for the first time. He walks in behind her, keeping a steady grip on the weapon.

The house is very messy. Everywhere is littered with plastic cups and food. The party seemed to have been a wild one.

"So..." She twirls around and is bet with the bat smashing against her skull. He was going to hammer her with questions. How she found out. But he can't wait. The feeling of having someone right in front of him that knows his dirtiest secret...Is just too much.

Regina crumples to the ground. He bends down and brings the bat to he head once again. He hits her several more times, each one harder than the last. It's just like how he anticipated. It feels so, so good.

He leans away from the dead girl and releases one of his sweaty hands from around the bat to push his long hair out of his face. What was needed to do is done. Regina Crane is dead. Her lifeless body lays still, right in front of her killer, Danny Desai. He looks down at her and notices the necklace against her neck. That isn't her necklace. It was Aunt Tara's. She doesn't deserve it. It was Aunt Tara's. He yanks it from her neck and puts it in his pocket. It doesn't belong to her. It never did.

He stands up and as quietly as he can, walks out of the house. He pulls his hood tightly over his head and rushes home, chucking the bat into a nearby bush where no one will think to look.

He crawls into his bed, careful not to wake Lacey. She is so peaceful when she is asleep. He'd hate to wake her. She is so beautiful. He hopes that when she finally figures out it was him that killed her best friend, she will understand and forgive him. Because they belong together. Forever.

He falls asleep quickly with the thoughts of, Danny Desai. Socio. It has a nice ring to it, he thinks.


A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this very short one-shot. I know everyone is hoping that Danny is innocent and didn't kill Regina, but I thought it would be nice to think of how it went down if he really did kill her.

-Amber XX