CHAPTER 1

She knew it was a bad idea to stay at the party later than the rest of her friends, but she wanted to prove a point. She wanted to prove she didn't conform... she didn't go along with what her friends sought as 'cool'. It was 1am when Tori Vega decided to leave the party house on the other side of town and with no designated driver or license of her own, and the fear of calling and waking her Father, she decided to walk. She knew all the short cuts and she was trained in many different defence techniques but with the alcohol running through her system I don't think her abilities matter to the dark figure lurking in the shadows a few feet away from her.

5 foot 11, 165 pounds, longish brown hair, brown eyes, easily camouflaged into the darkness of the night by his seemingly black clothing. He saw the lonely teenager strolling down the streets, he had followed her for a few blocks. She didn't look lost, she just seemed cautious yet she had no idea of what lay ahead.

One of the FBI's most wanted criminals currently wandered the dark streets of California; many police forces on the lookout for him as he committed one of natures greatest crimes in different areas of the region. Whatever was missing within the functioning of his brain was beyond many intelligent psychologists and he wasn't about to let them figure it out yet the urge to hunt and feed on innocent young girls was overwhelming in his mind he just couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop.

For the past 4 months he struck on the 3rd Wednesday of the month. All victims being brunette teenage girls who had recently come out to her friends and family. He never said a word, he just went to his work.

Tori Vega turned the corner onto a mile road of nothing but a few abandoned buildings, a closed mini mart, and a few alley ways - much to her dismay, she kept going, with the knowledge that home was just 5 minutes away. Keeping the thoughts of her warm, soft, comfortable bed, she neglected the sound of a heavy footed being quickening their walking pace behind her.

The rumbling of thunder quickly clicked the younger Vega back into reality...

The mystery man grabbed the brunettes wrist and quickly dragged her into the first alley they never passed. Tori's obvious and immediate reaction was to scream and yell for help but without saying a word, the thug put one finger over his lips as a symbol of silence, and pulled a knife out of his pocket and taunted her with it, sketching over her face gently but in a way in which she understood the danger.

Somehow keeping his face hidden by the shadows, Tori knew she would never be able to ID him, especially including the factor of alcohol in her blood.

Knowing that she understood, the unknown man returned the knife to his pocket and got to work on his delight.

He pulled the rope out of his back pocket and tied the girls wrists together as a restraint, and having luck on his side, there was a long pole just above where the pair were against the wall so he tied the rope and wrists above the brunettes head in order to work without distractions.

When he knew that Tori wouldn't escape his improvised cuffs, he began to unbutton her top in a teasing manner, kissing every inch of revealed skin as each button was removed from its clasp. Tori knew better than to scream so all she could do was hope it was some sick joke or a horrible nightmare... But the laughter never came and the alarm never woke her up.

Once all the buttons were unclasped, he smirked at the vulnerable girl before him, he could see the front clasp on the strapless bra which made his night slightly easier. The bra was off and thrown down the alley in a few seconds, the breeze of the night hitting Tori's bare chest causing her nipples to harden, making the criminal believe that she was submitting to his sick fantasy.

After admiring and worshipping the upper body of the Latina, he took his adventure to the next level... He slowly and teasingly slid one hand down her body and undid the button of her skinny jeans, while the other hand went into his pants to relieve some tension that the now showering rain could never remove.
When the hand on the girls jeans got to the outline of her panties, he heard a noise and he froze. After a couple of seconds he figured out what it was... It was Tori whimpering in fear and disgust (mainly in herself for being in this predicament).

The scumbag who had her in his control pulled his hand away from her body and to the pocket containing the knife and slowly reached to Tori's wrists. In one swift motion the rope was cut and her wrists were free, her numb arms were able to hang down the side of her body.

He took a step backwards, possibly in realisation of the wrong doing of his actions? Or because he realised what a psycho he was? Who knows. All that is known is the four words he spoke to Tori as he took more steps away from her. "I hope you're happy."

Those are the only four words spoken to any of his victims on his part...

The man walked back into the street of California while the younger Vega sank to the floor. Bringing her knees to her chest, she sat in a ball and cried. Just cried.