Good news, on behalf of the anniversary of my Pepé Le Pew Creepy pasta, I decided to make a Part 2 to the Rewrite, which really fits considering the new title. Enjoy the mayhem!

Part 2: Fantasies

About a year had passed since then... and the nightmares were fewer but still prevalent. I was getting up at about 10 in the morning. I rubbed my eyes, fed up with the cryptic threats Pepé Le Pain was issuing me. Just what did that pesky skunk want? What was the point of all this? All of the attacks on those girls and the constant lecture about not being able to resist my desires? I needed answers and I needed them now. At this point I just wanted it to end.

So I went to the only credible witness who would possibly be able to provide me with any sort of insight: Brittany, the sister of the rape/murder victim. She was away at a mental institution out west... it wouldn't be easy to meet her if not impossible. However thanks to some connecting and getting some information, I was finally able to see her.

At the Safe Haven Mental Institution, I walked in at maybe about 6:30 in the evening. There were lots of patients dressed in white. Some were young and some were old. I felt bad for them as I leered around the room. The windows were nice and clean, despite the sudden eerie downpour and dark gray skies outside. People were sitting at the tables playing cards and eating, some were in another room having Bible Study. All and all, it looked fairly normal, not like on television where the insane were in cells trying to break down the door, screaming, kicking and banging against the walls until they broke down on the floor crying, well at least not the normal looking ones.

Soon enough, a girl walked up to me in a blue uniform. "Hello, you must be Mr. James. Brittany has been expecting you. She's waiting in the backroom for you..."

After giving the security all the things I could physically harm her with, I was clear to go in. I walked down to the hall and input the code they gave me so I could enter the room. Upon opening the door, Brittany smiled and waved putting down a novel. "Hello... how are you?"

I looked at her from head to toe. She honestly didn't look like the same girl from the news a year ago. She actually looked pretty... very pretty. I had to be careful though, I didn't want to give her any ideas, especially since I had someone I was seeing. "I'm okay. I'm James."

"Ahh yes, I've heard about you from friends. So what brings you here?"

I dropped the happy go lucky demeanor and stared into her eyes with seriousness. "Tell me something. Has anything happened since your sister was raped?"

Immediately she was filled with fear and backed up as if I had some kind of life threatening disease. "Okay, maybe this wasn't a good idea, especially since we were in a mental institution. Dummy..." I cleared my throat and resumed. "Uhh, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't trouble you with it."

As I went for the door, she immediately grabbed my hand and told me to stop. She paced around the room and sat down on the bed, then patted the spot next to her. I swear if it was an invitation for love making I would not have hesitated, but I had to be professional. This was to put my mind at ease, to put my fears behind me. "It was a year since then..." She started. "I can still hear the moans. I can still smell the four odor. I hear his voice every night, as if he's beckoning me to him."

I felt the same way. That darn skunk has plagued me constantly, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't pray, I couldn't seek counsel from my girlfriend, parents, Pastor, psychologists, or friends... nothing. Just constant whispers and images of innocent girls being seduced and savagely taken by Pepé, and me, sitting there force to watch him, shamefully aroused by the alpha male romantic's sadistic fantasies. His constant grunts and looking back at me, teasing me, mocking me. "How badly does it hurt Jimmy? How badly do you want to be in my place, screwing them like animals? You don't have to be ashamed of your desires." He chuckled. "Go on..." I replied.

"Ahh, chérie, oui! Scream, squirm... tighten your tummy and try to pull away! It only feels much better!" She said. "It was maddening. I couldn't stand hearing my sister crying and screaming and pleading for my help! I had to sit there powerless! I couldn't do anything!" She leaped up and paced around frantically, banging her head on the wall. "I... just... want... him... to... go... the... heck... away!"

She said, repeating smashing her head harder and harder into the drywall.

I had to restrain her. I pulled her away, she screamed and kicked as I pinned her to the bed. Naturally her forehead was red from the banging, her nose dripping blood, and she was dazed. "STOP IT! You have to stop! Calm down! Relax! He won't hurt you! He will not get you! I won't allow another girl to become a casualty! Understand?" I snapped. I looked into her eyes a bit awestruck... something about this seemed exciting. I blushed at how beautiful she looked, her long flowing red hair, how sweet and innocent she looked. My heart pounded in my chest, and I was breathing hard and quick. She looked at me blushing, her face deep red as she quivered in fear. With that, I got up and shook my head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that! Forgive me!"

"You... have his eyes! Leave me alone! Don't touch me! Stay away, please! I don't want to be next!" She panicked. Something inside of her snapped at that point. She threw a few swings at me! "Stay away! Stay away from me you monster! GET OUT!" She screamed, going to hit me.

I ran out the room as several nurses came in and held her down trying to calm her down. A nurse looked at me, her eyes filled with anger and fear for the young patient. I needed to clear my head. I didn't know what the heck was going on! She said I had his eyes. What did that mean? I had a hard time processing what just happened.

I sat in the waiting room, keeping to myself. Everyone else was in their rooms. I looked at the time, and it was already about 7:45 at night! I wasn't concerned with the time though. I felt pity for poor Brittany and scared at the same time? Did I reawaken some old memories? Did I hurt her or something? I was busy trying to think it out, when something caught my attention. The Looney Tunes Theme playing on the television. "Maybe some nostalgia would clear my head." But I was dead wrong. I saw that it was a Pepé Le Pew cartoon, but the lightning was causing the TV to flicker in and out, with those infernal rolling frames. God I hated those. I couldn't make out the title of the short, and honestly, I could've sworn I saw a few frames of Pepé looking at me, smoking a pipe and smirking at me. He blow out smoke resembling handcuffs and... well, I'll let you readers fill in the blanks.

However, the nurse turned the television to the news, but that was no better. The news reporter from a year ago appeared on the television and the announcement was chilling. "It has been officially one year since the supposed Pepé Le Pew attack on young Bella in Boston, Massachusetts. A chilling scene. Police have still not been able to identify the DNA from the discharge of the rapist. The only clue we have from our assaulter is the love letter which was claimed to be signed by renowned romantic television icon: Pepé Le Pew. It says: 'Dearest Bella, I had a wonderful time. I hope you will invite me over again to play. Maybe I can get your sister to join in as well and show you both a good time. Till then, be a good girl. Je t'aime, Pepé Le Pew.' That will be all for now. Stay tuned for continuing coverage."

My heart stopped in fear. I was livid! I was freaking fed up! I picked up the journal I was writing in and I threw it at the wall! I raised my hands in the air and ran to the bathroom to calm down.

I went to the sink to splash water in my face and maybe try to forget this crap ever happened. But no! I got a visit from the rapist himself! He smiled at me in the mirror I jumped back and fell against the wall. "A bit anxious aren't we, Jimmy?"

"What do you want with me?!"

"I simply want you to be yourself... it's not a sin to fantasize about dominating a lovely female..."

"Yeah well, it's against the law to hold a girl down, rape her and justify it with a love letter you sicko!" I snapped.

"I'm just doing what you won't mes ami. I'm being myself! I'm letting the winds of amour guide me to my destination, and lots of pretty girls! Shaking their bums and begging for Pepé to visit them. I heard you like a girl with a plump round backside." Pepé smirked, clicking his tongue.

I blushed gritting my teeth with rage. "Shut your mouth!"

"You know I thoroughly enjoyed my time with Ms. Bella. I wonder if Brittany will be as fun as she was!" Pepé said, twirling a rose. "I can tell she's a beautiful delicate flower just waiting to bloom."

"You delusional sadist! You will not touch her! You hear me!"

Pepé chuckled gently. "I'm not going to hurt her. I'm simply going to show my love for her, like I do for all the wonderful girls in the world. I wonder if you'll join me on my quest sometime."

"Like Hell!" I shouted punching the glass causing the image of Pepé to shatter. I clenched my bloody fist, my eyes bloodshot and filled to the brim with hatred and fear.

I walked out with a paper towel wrapped tightly around my hand, still fuming over that revelation, when suddenly I heard a scream that made my hair stand on end. It was Brittany, and I just knew something bad was going to happen.

I raced to the room. All of the nurses, male and female, were out cold, possibly from that skunk's deadly odor. "Oh no! Brittany! You in there?! Open the door!" I tried to input the code, but the power had been knocked out, and I was met with a painful shock. "Ah! Dang it!"

"Ahhhh! Please no! Stop it! It hurts!"

"It hurts now chérie, but trust me. You'll learn to like it... mmm! It feels si bon!" Pepé grunted.

"Pepé you creep! Open the door!" I shouted, but Brittany's screaming was way too loud.

"HELP ME! PLEASE! IT HURTS SO MUCH! OWWWWWW!" Brittany screamed.

I had tears in my eyes. I ran back to the room and grabbed a chair, ramming it into the door. But it wouldn't open. I couldn't freaking believe this! Everything happened as Pepé foretold! Me sitting there helplessly to stop him from committing his sick crime!

I heard the annoying squishing and the jiggling of handcuffs, followed by the disgusting smell emanating from Pepé. I officially hated him deeply. The moans got louder and I could swear I could hear her vomiting and coughing between her sobs. "Pepé! Open this door right now!"

After a loud gasp and an eerie moan from Pepé, the sounds had ceased. It was quiet, too quiet. I could smell a strong scent in the air. It was strong, very strong.

I tried the door again and kicked the door with my foot as hard as I could. Still nothing. Suddenly it dawned on me. One of them had to have a key for this sort of emergency. I went through their shirt pockets eventually finding the key. I unlocked the door and flung it open.

My jaw dropped. I saw Pepé spritzing a pink envelope with perfume and he flung it at her. Along with some roses. I was afraid to see Brittany, when I did. I was shocked. There she was like her sister. A sticky thick pearl necklace down her back. Her butt and genitalia gaping wide open leaking the same fluids. Her mouth covered in his fluids and puke, and her once lovely blue eyes were now rolled in the back of her head, streaming whatever tears that could still be produced. Her body was covered in scratches which had blood streaming down her pale body and bite marks on her breasts and nipples which were swollen and red. She was lifeless. The spark in her eyes was gone. That sweet innocent girl I only knew for a moment was long gone.

Pepé wiped the sweat off of his forehead and cleaned his bloody, flaccid, come-soaked member with a hand full of tissues. "Well, glad to see you could make it. Late as usual, but I'm sure she'll be enough to satisfy your wants. I fear I may have overdone it a little!"

"DARN YOU!" I growled and lunged at Pepé slamming him against the wall. But Pepé just smiled calmly.

"What's wrong? I only proved my love to her. I think she enjoyed herself in the end."

"She didn't enjoy that you sadist! She has nothing left to enjoy now! She's dead you monster!" I said, with tears in my eyes.

Pepé smiled and took my hand off of his fur, and put my hand down.

I dropped to the floor, heartbroken filled with tears and sadness. "How could you? How could you Pepé?"

Pepé lifted up my chin with a sweet smile. "Worry not. There are other fish in the sea, if you like fish. I personally prefer girls. Relax though, there's nothing to worry about. So were you turned on by that?"

I was ashamed to say I was a bit aroused by the sounds, but not after witnessing the gruesome display of passion.

"Love will live on. We males require a great beautiful woman, who can satisfy our lusts and carnal desires, it's in our nature that we give all we can give to our mates. They need a man that can fulfill their wildest fantasies that they would never admit they want to happen. Eventually you'll learn that woman flirt, they give you the runaround. When you learn to take charge and show them how much of a bold lover you are, then that's when they'll beg for you to stay." Pepé took his hand from under my chin. "You behave yourself, le pervert."

I hit the roof of my sanity, and I jumped at him, knocking us both out of the window onto the fire escape. My legs gave out from the fall and I laid there, holding Pepé by his hand as the thunder roared with lightning flashing in the background. I grunted looking at him, holding onto him and squeezing his hand wanting to crush it out of sheer spite.

Pepé just looked at the ground and smiled, then looked back up at me. "Au revoir Monsieur. I'll be watching you." His hand slipped out of the glove and he fell several stories to the ground as the lightning flashed one more time. I looked down to see if Pepé had survived, but I didn't see any sign of him, no blood, no body, nothing.

The nurses had woken up and rushed into the room only finding Brittany's lifeless body, the letter and the roses. I didn't want to be suspected so I climbed the fire escape, soaking wet, and ran as far as my (what should've have been broken) legs could carry me back to my humble abode, Pepé's glove in hand.

The next morning, I was sitting with my girlfriend watching Looney Tunes. I was gritting my teeth praying that Pepé Le Pew wouldn't come on. I sighed in relief when the Bugs Bunny logo came on the screen, him laying on top and munching on a carrot. "Thank God, maybe this is all over. Maybe I can rest easy."

Suddenly, the news report came back on, talking about the rape and murder of Brittany. I froze in shock as they described the scene. Again showing the letter signed Pepé Le Pew and the bouquet of roses. I clenched my fist which my girlfriend had bandaged and gritted my teeth nervously.

My girlfriend held me close and whispered in my ear consoling me, telling me it was all right. I sighed and looked at her as she stood up. "Want something to drink James?"

"Yeah Courtney, and thanks." I smiled. I turned red eying her nice looking rear wanting to squeeze it desperately, but instead, I looked away trying not to fantasize.

I sighed and laid back, finally wondering if the ordeal was over, but just as I had... the cabinet cluttered with knick-knacks have gave way and the Pepé doll that my girlfriend always carried fell off of the cabinet and fell into my lap, holding it's arms out. I jumped a bit, freaked out, but dismissed it as a coincidence.

My girlfriend came back holding a lemonade, one for her and one for me. I took it as she laid in my lap cuddling her Pepé toy. I eyed her a bit and smiled starting to fantasize again. Oh what I would do to that sexy body if I had the chance...

I had to fix my thoughts and I closed my eyes and sighed cuddling her, gently tracing her curves with my hands and buried my face in her soft neck. I opened one of my eyes, seeing her blush and smile. I hated to admit that Pepé was right, but in the end, I guess I am a pervert... cause I enjoyed this excitement and feeling when I held my girlfriend. I liked it a lot.

Unknown to Jimmy or his girlfriend, Pepé was sitting in the mirror's reflection stroking his member (his other hand still missing the glove) and licking his lips. "And so, the perverted pursuit continues, eh Jimmy?" He chuckled, vanishing from the mirror's reflection.

The End?

Well there it is, Part 2 of the Creepypasta, I hope you all have a safe night, and be careful, you don't know what kind of perverts could be watching and waiting for you. See you soon ladies. Mwahahahahahaha!