Disclaimer: I do not own POTC!

Two and a half weeks went by and they still had nothing. Elizabeth sighed heavily as she put her purse down on her kitchen counter. She walked over to the phone and dialed her mother's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey mom." Elizabeth smiled at the relief of hearing her voice.

"Hey sweetie, how's everything going?" Evelyn Swann was a powerhouse. At five foot nine, she was taller than her, and out weighed her by some, however, with her frame, she was simply gorgeous. With blonde hair and ice blue eyes, full lips and a long face, she was perfect, Elizabeth envied her mother in many ways, her beauty is one of them.

"Good. I'm just a bit tired. How are you doing?"

"I'm actually packing to head up to the White Mountains with Mason." Elizabeth smiled again, Mason was her mother's boyfriend. "Do you want to join us?"

"No, I have too much work to do. Thank you anyway."

"Alright darling. Are you sure you're alright? You sound sad."

"No."

"Elizabeth darling, please." Elizabeth closed her eyes and breathed in heavily.

"Mom, he's back." Elizabeth began to sob.

"What?"

"The son of a bitch…he is murdering again…"

"Oh Elizabeth, maybe you should call your father. He can protect you."

"Mom, I can't do that, you know how much I dislike him."

"He is your father."

Elizabeth hated when their conversations got to this point. "Mom, I have to go now."

"Elizabeth he is your father and one day you will settle this, you will understand why he did what he did."

POTC

Her body was in so much pain she thought she might throw up. Elizabeth slowly stood up…she was in a field. She looked around the dark night sky and saw nothing, but heard a rustling of trees.

"Who's out there?" Elizabeth asked.

Another movement right behind her. Elizabeth broke out into a full run, she turned and saw someone chasing her. Dressed in black he moved with incredible agility.

"No!" Elizabeth screamed when he tackled her to the ground. "No!" Elizabeth clawed and fought with everything in her. He pulled her hair and smashed the back of her skull into the ground. Elizabeth felt everything blur around her as he lifted her skirt to around her waist.

Elizabeth began to move again. No, she couldn't be raped, no, no, no…

Elizabeth then glanced up and the bastard and saw a knife. He raised it and stabbed her in the abdomen. Elizabeth screamed out in agony as he began to slice below her breast…

"No!" Elizabeth lurched forward in bed as she woke up. Elizabeth glanced around her bedroom and saw nothing and no one was here.

Elizabeth looked down at her body and saw the sweat and shakes. He still haunted her dreams, she still had the scars.

The telephone then rang. "Hello?" Elizabeth answered with alertness.

"Elizabeth it's Will. I'm outside your door and I heard you scream. Is everything alright?"

"Yes." Elizabeth groaned inwardly. "Why are you outside my door?"

"I came to pick you up."

"For what?" Elizabeth glanced at her clock as she walked down to the door.

"He's killed again." She opened the door and saw Will standing there in jeans and a white polo top. "Come on, let's…" Will looked at her. "Are you alright? You look paler than a ghost."

"I'm fine. Just give me a few minutes to get dressed. Come inside, I'll just be a second." Elizabeth grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from a pile of clean laundry that was in the dining room.

Will walked into Elizabeth's house and nodded in approval. The house was modern with sleek lines and neutral colors. Will sat down on a beige sofa and waited for Elizabeth.

When she reemerged he was shocked. Without any makeup she was still very good looking. She walked in pulling her mounds of curls into a ponytail.

"I'm ready."

POTC

"Body was found a few hours ago." Will said as they approached another crime scene. "Same everything, and he had time on this one." Elizabeth nodded. She knew they once again would find no hard core evidence.

The scene was grizzly. The young girl was in the field, almost in the center spread eagle. Her stomach was mince meat, and her heart was cut out once again. "This is all about control." Elizabeth said.

"Think it out Elizabeth."

"Not passion, but control. If I had to make a guess he would be a man in a position of power. He craves all of this." Elizabeth bent down in front of the body and looked at the hole where her heart once was, and there they were again, those three damned initials that made her sick.

"What are you seeing?" Will said bending down next to her.

"A lot." Elizabeth closed her eyes. "He hated this girl…for whatever reason, hated her."

"I don't understand this, it simply boggles my mind." Will said rubbing his temples. "He wants control, I get that, but if he is a man of power like you suggest, then why risk it?"

"The risk is worth the power he receives, the pure thrill." Elizabeth glanced at the scene. "Doctor Racine, is there anything more you can give us?"

"Sorry Elizabeth, it was a clean break." Elizabeth looked at Will.

"There isn't much we can do." Will said as he stood up. "Come on, I'll take you home."

POTC

"I need to talk to you." Elizabeth said as she reached the door to her home. "It's very important." Will noticed she had been quiet.

"What's up?" Will asked once they stepped inside her house.

"Sit down." Will sat on the sofa. "Remember when you wanted me to tell you about my attack, and I said no because I didn't fully trust you yet."

"Well, that's pretty good, we've only been partners for three weeks…"

"I still am not sure if I should say anything to you, however, it pertains to this case." Elizabeth blurted. "My father covered this up for a reason, he didn't want the press to swarm him."

"What happened?"

Elizabeth closed her eyes. "I was coming home from a study group. It was dark, and I should have asked for someone to walk me home, but I didn't." Elizabeth swallowed again. "I was only eighteen at the time and I thought no one would bother me, no one could stop me. But…someone did and he grabbed me, and he drugged me." Elizabeth closed her eyes again.

"Take your time." Will said softly.

"I woke up in a field." Will's head perked up and stared at her. "I looked around and I saw someone, dressed in black…he chased me, dragged me down, and raped me." Elizabeth was shaking now, but not crying. "I then saw a knife, he raised it, and plunged it into my abdomen." Elizabeth sat down next to him. "He then went to cut along my breast." Elizabeth said taking in a deep breath, as she traced her scar with her index finger. "A jogger was in the fields and must have scared him off. The jogger took me to the hospital."

"Are you saying that you are the only surviving victim?" Will asked shell shocked.

"Yes." Elizabeth lowered her gaze. "I couldn't tell you, not yet, not unless I knew you wouldn't use it."

"What? I am going to have you interviewed and want any evidence you may have."

"No!" Elizabeth shot to her feet. "I am haunted every single day. I have a connection with him that I can't even begin to tell you about."

"That's how you know what happens to the woman, you have a connection with him because you were there." Will stood up. "I won't put this on the record, but I am going to question you tomorrow night after work." Will looked at her. "I will make sure I get every single piece of information you have been withholding from me."

"I haven't been withholding anything…" Will slammed the door behind him. Elizabeth slumped to the floor and cried.