Disclaimer: All characters that you recognize belong to Janet Evanovich. Not making any money, just writing this story for my own amusement. Couple of OCs will be present in this story.

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Rated M, adults will act like adults. There may be smut, but since I've never written it, I can't guarantee it will be any good.

Chapter 1: Prelude

August 17, 2011 2030 CST

Stalker/Rapist POV

Standing outside her window, I gaze intently at my latest prey. She doesn't know I'm here. She doesn't know I exist, not yet anyway. But, I see her. I know her. Her type. She's so disgusted by her own appearance, that she's forced herself into a new mold by defiling her body with tattoos and piercings. She could have been beautiful. She could have been pure, but instead she's allowed others to twist her image into something truly hideous; it is pure blasphemy.

When I saw Katerina Derby at a local art show, I knew I had to have her. She has done so much to her body that I couldn't stop myself from fixating on her. Why would she destroy herself like that? Why would she make herself so repulsive that no man would ever want her? The hair was bad, the piercings worse, but the tattoos? You couldn't even see the skin on her fucking arms for all of her tattoos!

She was in a pair of shorts and fitted tank top when I first past her at the show. I stopped so suddenly, openly gawking at the abhorrence of the view in front of me. I could see the whore's tattoos on display in that tiny shirt she was wearing, and when she turned around I see the ink disfiguring the back of her neck and shoulder blades. Her small body was fucking covered with tattoos, tiny pieces of "art" behind her ears, on her legs, and even on her feet were open for display at the show.

If the tattoos weren't blasphemous enough, she also had more holes in her head than any sane person would ever think to want. Who needs six piercings per ear? Who needs multiple nose piercings? Her lips are pierced too, three times on that full bottom lip of hers and one shimmering stud on the upper left side. And, as I watched her talking to one of her customers, I saw multiple piercings inside her mouth as well. It made me wonder though, once I cut open her plain top, what other piercings I will find? She's defiled every part of her I could see, that I knew…I know that all of her desecrations aren't on display.

Maybe she thought it added to her art, looking like the picturesque artist; but not to me. To me, Katerina was showing how far she had fallen in this world. I know that she's unclean. I know that she will go to Hell if not for me. I have to save her. I have to cleanse her. I have to purify her.

Looking on, I watch as she laughs with her bastards. No, not her bastards, recalling my search on her, they're her nephews. Her brother and their mother are dead; they were killed in a car accident on New Year's Eve. They are with the angels, but they left their children with a sinner.

Now, the boys only have her, and she's corrupting them, with their dyed Mohawks, red for one and green for the other, but Auntie Dearest's hair, of course, is worse. It wasn't bad enough that she's completely ruined her body in modifications; she had to change her hair too. Couldn't she leave one thing on her body natural, as God intended.

Her hair looks like a rainbow vomited on it. Pulled back in a messy bun, the blue, purple, and pink strands mix together in a chaotic mess.

I don't need to watch anymore, so I begin making my way towards the back of the house, where Katerina's bedroom is. I climb up onto the balcony adjacent to her window, and I begin working the lock. It's tough. I've never been much for breaking into the homes of the women who've deserved this, but she's special. She's not my usual type.

Although she has defiled her body with tattoos, piercings, and dyed hair, she hasn't modified herself into the Barbie doll that I normally decide to purify. The women who have bleached their hair blonde and surgically increased their bimbo breasts to disgusting sizes always make me see red. I want to make the bitches that change themselves like that scream. I want them to fear life, and I want them to know that death will be coming for them. They have thought themselves God, changing His design. Now their souls are in jeopardy. I will cleanse them. I have to, or Hell will hold their dirty souls.

As I finish working open her bedroom window, I sneak into her room, following the shadows toward the bathroom, making myself comfortable, already knowing her routine. While she may use her bathroom in the morning, Katerina tended to use the boys' bathroom on her way to bed every night after tucking them in. Pathetic. Seven year old boys don't need to be coddled, and yet she does it, every night, without fail, for the past two weeks. No matter. She won't have to worry about their bedtimes for much longer…she won't have to worry about anything for much longer. After tonight and tomorrow's enjoyments, she'll only have a month. I wonder what her greatest fear is. Is it blood like the last slut? Heights or needles like those before.

Just thinking about my past women gives me shivers of anticipation. I loved destroying my other girls. Each was as fake as the next, tight and unwilling, eyes shining with tears and fear, and the scent of terror in their sweat, implored me to continue in my cleansing. They all begged for me to stop, but I wouldn't.

The cleansing is a daunting process.

First, they must admit to their sins. I ask them about their whoring ways and their blasphemous changes. Some of the sluts try to hold out; it's never for very long. In the end, they always tell me what I want to know. They know, just as I know, that they are unclean, that their souls are in jeopardy. After they admit their sins, then, I force them to confront their sins, by making them relive the sins, as we act them out, in detail. Finally, I have the whores face their fears. Once they master their fear, their soul is purified.

Knowing what is to come, I listen to Katerina and her nephews' games and laughter, and I know that it will soon come to an end.

While this isn't my first rodeo, I know that sometimes the bitches can scratch and claw me, and I have to be careful. Normally I'm more worried about that, but with this little imp being as tiny as she is, I know I outweigh her by at least eighty pounds, taking her will be easy. Just knowing how tiny she is makes me want her all the more. She's so fragile looking. Like a little doll. And I'll get to play with her, I grin to myself. She may be my most fun yet. My cock twitches at the thought of playing with Katerina, of making her scream, and when the time comes, of watching the light leave her eyes: that final moment when she knows that this is it, will be righteous. Her soul will be saved.

"All right little dudes, time for bed!" I hear Katerina call from somewhere in the house, her voice gravely and low. It is the complete opposite of what I would've normally expected to come out of a woman as small as she. She looks like a child, so you would think she'd sound like one too.

I listen to the two boys groan loudly, neither really giving an outburst to the nine o'clock bedtime, but still making their dissatisfaction known. She just laughs, and then I hear their giggles too, and the quick stomping of all three of them running to the boys' room.

Minutes pass, and soon she turns on the light to her bedroom. Having only seen glimpses of her room from the back yard, I notice the paintings on the walls for the first time. Her art. How conceited can she be? It's not even good: it's all dark swirls and angst as the demons that appear from the crevices of her mind dutifully migrate to the canvases like ghouls.

I listen patiently as she finishes her nightly rituals, and then the room is thrown into semi-darkness as she turns off the light. Only a nightlight's dim glow shows the shadows of her movements.

Soon I hear the creaking of her bed. Finally! For fuck's sake, I thought I'd be waiting forever for this moment. Checking my watch, covering the glow as best I can, I notice that it's only 10:15. I'll wait another thirty minutes to make sure she's asleep, and then the fun begins. I smirk to myself, and silently, I begin stretching, working my muscles to make sure they're loose for what is about to come. After that, I check my gloves, mask, and shoe coverings. Everything is still in place.

Grinning, I make my way out of the bathroom and to the side of Katerina's bed. A slight glow from the nightlight shadows her face. I pounce.