A/N: Please note before reading this fanfic that some chapters and content contains vilence, and a sexual nature. SVU does not belong to me, none of the characters belong to me either, they all belong to Dick Wolf! However, the non canon characters, and this story does belong to me! Now the disclaimer is out of the way, I know I have a few fics on the go, but this is a story I have been working on for sometime and am now ready to share it with you. I hope you enjoy this chapter and if you have time, please review. Please also note, I am not sure if this is going to be an E/O or A/O story yet, so please feel free to let me know what you think and what you would like.
Nothing about the day was normal. Nothing seemed to fit in anywhere and nothing seemed to make sense. The wind was howling outside making it hard to concentrate, the fact I had nothing to go on, that made it harder to concentrate. Every possible lead, led us to a dead end. This case was seemingly, unsolvable. I had bodies in apartments, blood baths and bodies at dump sites all over New York. On top of that, I was hungry and in need of caffeine. I looked at my watch, it was almost two in the morning, the Captain had gone home, I was the only one left in the precinct, that's if you're not counting the graveyard detectives, which I wasn't. I felt my eyes getting heavier and knew if I stayed any longer, my brain would shut down all together, and I didn't fancy spending another uncomfortable night in the crib surrounded by come and go detectives who came in to grab an hour. I needed my bed, so with that, I shut off my computer, picked up my jacket, grabbed my keys and headed home to my apartment.
It was empty as usual, cold and dark. I hated being here alone, lately I'd started to resent a lot of things about my life. I resented the fact Elliot had been gone four years tomorrow, I resented the fact I couldn't get him off my mind. I resented the fact that a couple of decent men had asked me out and I stupidly said no holding on to this fantasy Elliot was coming back and more so I resented the fact I couldn't catch this damn woman calling herself the Blood Countess. I grabbed a beer from the fridge, and even though I'd promised myself a good nights sleep, I needed to read. The book I'd ordered had finally arrived. It was called the Blood Countess, from what I'd read online, we had a copy cat killer, the thing is, our copy cat was four centuries late. The only thing I knew about this woman was that she liked young girls, she bathed in their blood and found it arousing. Personally, I found and still do find it disgusting. I guess that's why I'm not the deluded Countess. I read the first few pages and instantly saw similarities between my case and the one I was reading. The woman, although married engaged in sexual activity with women, and by women of their time, meant teenagers because people didn't tend to live long lives back then. The woman in my book bathed in her victim's blood, and it was speculated that she drank it to give herself the purity from it. Then I read something that struck me, the woman only killed virgins! I'd need to make a call to Warner, but I was pretty sure most of our victims were virgins, and the only reason we couldn't tell either way, was because they were mutilated. Whoever our Blood Countess is, had definitely read or studied this woman. We weren't looking at a serial killer who was dangerously unpredictable, we were looking at a copy cat, and with this book, I now knew her next move!
"Are you okay?" a friendly voice asked the young girl crying, she was sat against a brick wall, knees up to her chest, head resting on her folded arms.
The girl looked up, her eyes were red and itchy from the tears; "I lost my mom." she confessed.
It was late and the woman smiled, "When did you lose her?"
"We went to the park a few blocks away," the child sniffed, "My dog Jingles ran after a squirrel and she chased him. I got scared on my own and thought I could walk home, but I got lost and now I'm alone."
"How old are you sweetie?" the woman asked again. It was two A.M and kids this young out on their own was very unusal.
"Ten. Can you help me find my mommy?"
"Sure I can, what's your name?"
"Liza, what's yours?" the ten year old stood up and looked at the woman in front of her.
"My name is Enid, I'll tell you what, why don't we go back to my house, I'll make you a hot cocoa and you can use my phone to call your mom."
Liza looked sceptical, she was always told not to talk to strangers, let alone trust them, but she was desperate, scared and wanted her mom back. Liza took hold of Enid's out stretched hand and got in her car, it only took ten minutes for them to arrive at an apartment that didn't look very homely at all. It was a single apartment in a three story building, but it was empty, and Enid knew it. "I don't like it here." Liza confessed.
"It's okay, once we get inside we can shut out the world. I know it looks scary on the outside." Enid ushered the young girl into the grey apartment. The walls were brown, as were the curtains and the carpet. Enid pushed the key in the lock, opened the door then with an almighty shove, pushed Liza in to the apartment. She landed with a thud, fear coursed through the young girl's body and sat firmly in her eyes.
"Please let me go." the girl begged, but Enid had other ideas.
"That's right little Liza, beg for your life." she mocked as she took a fist full of Liza's hair dragging her to her feet. "Tell me I'm beautiful!" she demanded.
Liza began crying, the pain in her head searing. "Please." she sobbed as tears blurred her vision.
"I said, tell me I'm beautiful." Enid pushed the girl back my her hair, as she fell she hit her head.
"I want my mommy, I want to go home, please..." Liza pleaded again.
Enid smiled, "Did your mommy ever tell you not to talk to strangers?" Liza nodded whilst rubbing her head. "She did, that's good of her. You're a very bad girl for not listening to her, she would be very disappointed in you, wouldn't she?!" Enid said smiling finding a seat with a view of the girl. "Come here."
Liza did as she was told, she stood inches away from Enid; "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone, I promise!"
Enid smiled, "I know you won't, because I'm going to kill you."
Liza ran for the door screaming, more tears filled her eyes then fell down her face. "Please! Somebody help me! PLEASE!" she screamed.
Enid smiled and opened a bag, Liza turned to see what the woman was doing. "Liza, come here." The girl didn't move, she tried unlocking the multiple locks on the door, but she couldn't reach the three at the top. She felt the pain in her head again as her captor pulled her by the hair. Bending her over the table she put all of her weight on the ten year old. "You're so young, and pure. Nothing has touched you yet, and nothing ever will. Not after me." Liza struggled, she felt her arm being pulled behind her and bent upwards causing her arm to flare with pain. She let out a scream but the woman didn't stop until a cracking filled the air. With a sick smile Enid pulled Liza back throwing her into the chair she had once sat in herself. She taped Liza's hands to the arms of the chairs, then her feet to the legs on the chair.
"I want my mommy, please." Liza looked at her arm and sobbed choking on her tears.
"It's broken." Enid said bluntly. "I like the sound it makes, reminds me of untouched snow when you first walk on it." Enid grabbed Liza's face, the girl struggled but it only made her more of a challenge for the woman, she forced her lips on the ten year olds, forcing her into a kiss. Liza bit down hard drawing blood from the woman's lip. In spite and anger, Enid slapped Liza's small cheek as hard as she could sending her and the chair flying. Liza let out a piercing scream as she landed on her broken arm. "I am the first to draw blood you little bitch!"
"I'm sorry, please don't hurt me, please."
Enid kicked Liza in stomach and watched as she squirmed. "Now we're going to play for a little while longer!" Enid stamped down hard with her foot on the small right hand of Liza breaking every bone. The girls screamed as pain ripped through her tiny being. Picking the girl up by her hair again, Enid dragged her to the bathroom where she pulled the tape from the girl's hands and feet. Enid grabbed at Liza's crotch pinching hard, she forced her lips on Liza's again to cancel out her screams. Enid was excited, she was happy, but more than anything, she was aroused.
It was late and Enid hadn't finished yet. She hadn't planned her second victim, but her first, she was planned. Enid opened the closet door in her apartment, her earlier masterpiece was still out cold laying there. Sleeping beauty, in a closet. Enid smiled as she dragged the body through the apartment. The police had it all wrong, she didn't go out hunting for her apartment girl first, it was the other way around. She liked to play with the dump girls more; she spent more time picking them and made sure they were perfect. She'd play with them all day, then keep them knocked out, out of the way somewhere in her apartment before picking up her second girl, the one that stayed in the apartment. She was proud of her dump girls, she wanted the world to see them in ever lasting mortality. Enid got to the bathroom and hung her dump girl's head over the bath tub, then with as much normality as pouring herself a glass of water, she stabbed her in the throat letting the blood pour from her carotid, the pain shocking her awake. She tried to scream, but couldn't. Her throat was about as useful right now as a straw with a hole in it. The captor then went over to Liza who was also unconscious, happy her work was done, she stabbed the same blade into the girl's carotid and let her bleed out into the tub. She then removed her clothes and sank into the warm, thick blood bath.