Barney felt so much joy as he was finally able to hold Betty in his arm. He didn't want to smash her face in like he did with the other, he wanted to preserve her beauty til the very end. Her hair was so soft and shiny, it would be a waste to make it sticky with blood. He grabbed Betty by her hair to hold her head still so he could get a better grasp on her neck– her sweet little neck.

The man didn't want to cause her any pain yet, he wanted to see the fear in the girl's beautiful face and he intended to make it last. As he held Betty– their faces a few inches from each other– he whispered in her ear how she was always his favorite; that she was the special, and that her friends were only an obstacle to to get to her. Barney knew the girl blamed herself for the deaths of her friends, he could see it in her face. The pain that can't be caused by physical injury, but something deeper– the pain of guilt. Her hands fell to her side as she closed her eyes, accepting her fate at the hands of the man she once trusted and giving up the life she felt she didn't deserve. Tears ran down from under her closed eyelids, but she didn't beg or cry out.

It was just as beautiful as Barney imagined it would– no, it was even better! He loosened his grasp on Betty's neck so he could make the moment last. He stroke Betty's face and talked to her in a soft, tender voice.

"No need to cry, it's almost over, I promise!"

The hard pulsation between his legs made Barney realize he had an erection, though he wasn't aware of it til now. He could feel the girl's small fragile body struggling underneath him, and the smell of her delicious sweat. He couldn't resist, he had to taste it. He licked Betty's face, tasting the mixture of tears and sweat. The intense throbbing in his loins was almost painful, but pleasurable.

Betty winced and let out a disgusted groan. Barney decided it was time to end this before she ruins the moment. She had given him everything he ever wanted: her fear, her anguish, her life; nobody around to hear her last breath– just him and him alone. This was all for him– Betty was all his, and nobody can take that away.

His grip tighten around her neck and Betty started to squirm; her body fought for the last nip of air. Although she was flinging about, her eyes remained closed. Even though deep down she had accepted death, her body refused to let her go.

Barney didn't like this, he wanted Betty to look him in the eyes while her life slowly drains from her body. He wanted to see the gorgeous angel in her last moments as her soul departs to the afterlife. He wanted to be the last thing she sees. But no matter how hard Barney squeezed, Betty refused to open her eyes. Barney didn't give up though, he needed this to end the way he had fantasized, and he refused to let her ruin it.

"I have to tell you something." He loosened his grip a bit, "you know, I only killed your friends because you wouldn't leave their side, right? They really didn't have to die because you were the one I wanted, not them. Well, I guess you can say, they were a great warm-up."

Betty's eyes shot open with a new wave of horror shining brightly in them. Barney didn't wait any longer, he dug his fingers deep into her neck. Betty's body tensed up; her eyes bulged from their sockets; a horrid rattling noise emitted through her throat. Barney was nearly on top of the girl as he pulled her even closer to look deeply into her eyes. His hands were slippery from sweat, but his grip on the girl's throat was still tight enough to prevent her from breathing.

Betty's squirming became weaker and weaker; her back convulsively tensed up. Now at his pique, Barney ejaculated. It was so sudden and almost painful, he twitched a bit and his legs became weak. He collapsed onto Betty's lifeless body.

As he slowly released his grip on Betty's neck, he could see purple ligature marks that were left behind by his strong hands. Barney trembled with excitement at the aftermath of his brutal slaughter. Warm, sticky liquid oozed from his underwear, and down his leg, but it didn't bother him. He was already covered in blood and sweat, so what's a little more grime added in?

He looked over towards the table, where underneath lied the bodies of Joey and Finn– blood splattered around them. On top of the table– like a sacrifice to some dark god– lied Betty's body. Only Jenny was missing from this symbolic image.

Oh no, fuck! Barney realized he had forgotten something – no, someone.

Ben– Betty's little brother– was still missing.