This story is a sequel to A New Day, and I'm dedicating it to Sagebeth for encouraging me to write it in the first place. If you are easily offended don't read it because I decided to go all out in this story, and not hold back so it's more sick and twisted than the last one.

I appreciate any reviews. Tell me honestly what you think. Definitely rated M for graphic deaths and sexual content.

It had been three years since Tristan's murder and although Jess had sworn to himself to put it behind him, it kept coming back to him.

Other things kept coming back too. He and Rory had fought, she had gone to Yale and that had been it. Although he had been desperate to keep her, she had slipped away. He didn't even know what she was doing now. They avoided each other whenever she was in Stars Hollow, although she hadn't even been back in more than two years. Lorelai had moved to Hartford, so there was no reason for Rory to come back here now.

Jess had thought over and over about what he would do if he ever saw her again, what he would say, how he could win her back. He stayed in Stars Hollow on the off chance that she would be back. Jess had never been one to follow a girl around and moon after her, but Rory was different. He had killed for her, for fucks sake.

And so once again his thoughts turned to murder. It had been so easy, he had gotten away with it, and although he ended up losing Rory he hadn't lost her to Tristan. But what would make Rory come back into town?

Suddenly, the perfect idea occurred to Jess. Of course! Why hadn't he seen it before. She would certainly come back for her best friends funeral!

Jess, having this idea in mind, started carefully planning the murder of Lane Kim.

Committing nothing to paper he tried to devise the perfect scheme. He and Lane had become friends since he dated Rory, so even if he and Rory weren't speaking he and Lane got together all the time. So it should be pretty easy to get her somewhere secluded. She trusted him, after all.

So that part should be easy, but what would be the cover? With Tristan he had been angry, but lucky. The mostly unplanned murder had gone smoothly, and there was someone else to take the blame. But he couldn't count on being so lucky with Lane.

Maybe hide the body, so it wouldn't be found? But he couldn't count on that either. There was always the chance that someone would stumble on it way too soon and there would still be crucial evidence left on the body.

And also, where could he kill her, with a minimum of blood and mess? These questions kept coming up and at the moment Jess had no answer. But once decided on this course of action it seemed that there was no turning back, Lane had to die.

Finally Jess decided to try and stage a suicide. Lane and Zach had broken up recently, the band had broken up and she was back living with her mother. So she was naturally depressed and angry. And she lied to her mom about hanging out with Jess because he was a boy, and a bad one at that. So that might lead the police in the wrong direction. But the suicide would have to seem like a statement, like to get attention, which would mean that it would be better in Mrs. Kim's house, which created more complications. He would have to go there when Mrs. Kim wasn't home, and wasn't likely to come home and surprise him.

Jess didn't want to waste any time, now that he was decided so he started gathering all the things he would need, in case something was missing. He had rope and gloves. At first he thought that some kind of drug would help, but then realized that they would find it in Lane's body and wonder where she got it. It was harder this time because Tristan's corpse had been barely identifiable when he was done with it, but Lane's would be mostly intact.

And if he was going to stage a hanging he would have to strangle her first with the rope, to leave ligature marks. Hopefully the police would assume that the marks came when she hung herself. He couldn't leave fingermarks or bruises from his hands on her.

Jess couldn't think of anything else that he would need. There should be little blood, and any DNA he left in her room could be explained by their friendship. Mrs. Kim didn't know about it but almost everybody else did. He could have left DNA there any time, not just necessarily on the night she was murdered.

Finally he picked up the phone and called Lane.

"Kim's Antiques." the voice said. But it was definitely Lane's voice, not Mrs. Kim's.

"Lane. It's me, Jess." he said.

There was a moment of silence but Jess was used to that when he called. She was just moving to a quiet area where her mom couldn't hear her conversation.

"Hey Jess. What's up?" she asked.

"I was just wondering how you were doing. I know it's gotta be tough living at home again." he said, feigning sympathy.

There was another moment of silence before she answered.

"Yeah, it's different. I'm so glad you are my friend Jess. It's been really lonely... you know since the band broke up." Lane avoided mentioning Rory in their conversations but Jess knew that the two rarely saw each other.

"I was wondering if your mom is going to be out tonight if you want to hang out or something." Jess suggested casually.

"Umm. I'll have to see. I think she is going to a bible study tonight and I told her I wasn't in the mood to go. So we should have an hour and a half or two hours."

Jess smiled. Perfect. She had even given her mom the indication that she was in a bad mood, and refused to go to bible study. He did feel some regret, after all Lane was a very nice girl, and his friend, but that wasn't as important as getting the opportunity to talk to Rory again, to try to win her back.

And he didn't want to wait. He didn't want to lose his nerve and the inability to go through with this.

"Okay. Give me a call when she leaves. If she doesn't leave tonight just call me tomorrow or something."

"I'll do that. I'll probably see you tonight."

"Bye Lane."

"Bye Jess."

Jess hung up the phone and put the rope in his backpack. It was Luke's but he would probably never miss it. Besides, it was the most commonplace rope available, which would make it harder to trace. Suddenly Jess had a terrible thought. What if carpet fibers lingered on the rope? Could that be traced back to Luke's apartment, and to Jess? He needed fresh rope, but he couldn't buy it without arousing suspicion.

Jess swore under his breath. There were so many factors to think about this time, it almost seemed like more trouble than it was worth.

Finally he decided to take the rope just in case, but try to look around Kim's antiques first and see if there was a rope there. After all, if it was a suicide Lane would use the most easily accessible rope, wouldn't she?

He packed the gloves too because he didn't want to make her suspicious if she saw him wearing them.

Finally he sat down on his bed with a book. There was nothing to do now but wait for her call, and that would at least be a couple of hours.

Lost in the book, Jess was startled when the phone did ring. He was glad that Luke was still working, and wouldn't know where he was going. He picked up the phone.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Hey Jess, it's me." said Lane, sounding perkier than he had heard her sound in quite some time.

"What's going on?" he said slowly.

"Come on over, my mom's out of the house. And bring a movie or something, we should have enough time if it isn't that long."

"I'll do that. See you soon." Jess hung up the phone with a smile. The plan was going perfectly. He hope to sneak out of the diner, and then back in, so that Luke would think he had been upstairs the whole time. That would give him an alibi. So he slipped downstairs and through the kitchen, to the delivery door.

One on the street he walked quickly, hoping to be seen by as few people as possible, but the street was mostly empty and Lane's house was very close. He slipped inside the store and looked around, finally settling on a long, curtain bind. It would have to do.

He put that in the backpack as well and then went upstairs. Lane was waiting for him and he knew it was alright to let himself in. They had been meeting like this for the last two years. It had always surprised Jess that their friendship had never turned sexual, but it had remained platonic. He didn't necessarily like Lane in that way, but also wasn't opposed to companionship. Lane however had strict ideas about marriage and sex, plus she was in love with Zach.

Jess took a deep breath before turning the doorknob. This was it, there was no turning back after this. He swung the door open and Lane jumped up.

"Jess, I'm so glad you made it!" she said, happily. She had no friends besides him in town right now, and their time together always seemed somewhat special.

Jess closed the door behind him, silently turning the lock and got ready to kill Lane Kim.