Thank you to everyone who reviewed and added my story to their alerts…it really does fuel my soul. I am going to be rating this chapter a serious M for very mature language and a dream rape sequence. I am just warning you in case you are weary of that kind of stuff. I will put a line of ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ before and after the rape part if you don't want to read it. The chapter is going to start from before Derek picked Casey up on their date and it is going to be written in an observers point of view…aw who am I kidding…it is going to be Casey's attacker/stalker. Well….enjoy!

This chapter is a little shorter than the usual, but there is only so much this chapter can say and I wanted to bring out the darkness of the story now so expect a longer chapter next time. Thanks and please review! They make me want to write more and more and more!!!

Why do all these girls at this school have to be fucking sluts? I swear to God, I am so fucking sick of this.

And the damn teachers that walk the halls of this decrepit institution they call a school are all little bitches if you ask me. I don't even care anymore…I just want it to be over. All of it, I just want my life to fucking end right now.

Well…we can't have that though now can we…after all, if I died what would poor little Casey do without me. If I fucking die then so does she damn it! She is the reason for my misery anyway. Part of me wants her to recognize me…the real part…the other part of me wants to cover my own tracks cause I know she won't understand.

She would never understand what that night was supposed to be…what it truly meant to me.

I had been hunting…I needed the thrill of stalking my prey…I had long since ignored the part of me that said what I was doing was wrong…inhumane even. I couldn't help myself…I needed to see the fear, the destruction, the anger, the blood. All of it…it was like my soul fed off the shit! Little did I know my life would change so completely the night I met Casey McDonald.

I didn't know who she was at the time and I know she didn't know me. I was good at what I did…efficient if you will. All in all, I was a fucking genius! I knew that I should go after the random young girls. No trail and I already knew that most of them were sluts anyway. I also knew not to hunt where you live. I hardly ever did my thing in my own town…although they do say that the rules were made to be broken. What can I say; I am a sucker for quick and easy.

Casey was definitely NOT quick and easy. In fact, she was probably the only one to get off as easy as she did. But fuck did I want her…more than I wanted anything else in the world. But then the bitch had to go all postal and I saw the fire in her eyes…the need to protect herself and I could relate to that. Most of them just pleaded and cried and didn't even try, but not her. Not Casey! She was a fighter…she knew that she was special and she wasn't going to let a sick mother fucker like me touch her. I knew that she was too good for me, but I was always greedy about getting what I want. So I was going to take her anyway, but damn if she didn't piss me the fuck off! I couldn't help the rage inside me that came out. I needed her to know she was mine so I had to show her who was boss…even then she didn't submit to me. And trust me, she gave at some points as good as she got. I still have a scar on my hand from where that bitch bit my hand. No matter, I certainly gave her some scars even if they aren't visible to the eye.

If only I had gotten to finish what I started that night then maybe I wouldn't have this damn NEED to have her right now. I just haven't been able to stop thinking about her, but I had to buy my time. I couldn't risk going after her too soon. Especially with that fucker Venturi around all the FUCKING TIME! I can't even watch her in peace. I used to be able to stand outside her window and watch her sit on her bed surrounded by her constant mound of books, but now that that fucker is right across the yard that plan is out. I remember I almost got caught when that dipshit got her to come to her window. Little fucker…he was ruining everything. It was a good thing that she seemed to hate him, but then it all hit the fan. Something changed and they started spending more time together, but I knew Casey better than that. She wouldn't waste her time on a loser like that. Besides, after me she wouldn't dare go around another guy. But then that slut Kendra was saying that Derek and Casey were dating and I pitched the biggest shit fit ever. I had to do some serious damage; fortunately I had outlets to vent that rage. Now I am sitting in front of Casey's house not able to drive away. My car has tinted windows so I am not worried about anyone recognizing me especially since I hardly ever take my '99 green Ford Mustang out for a drive.

After I couldn't take it anymore, I stopped some little kid on the sidewalk and paid him 10 bucks to play a little ding-dong-ditch. I just had to see her…I needed to fucking see her. And sure enough when she answered the door in her little shirt and jeans she might as well have been wearing nothing at all…I got hard just at the sight of her. Then, without my immediate awareness, I picked up my phone and set the call to private before I called her number. Yea, it was risky but I couldn't not call her…I needed to hear her 'fuck me' voice so bad. Hearing her on the line, 'Hello?' I almost lost it.

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Right before hanging up, I couldn't help it, I undid my pants and fucking grabbed my dick and heard her talk while stroking myself …I hung up the phone and went inside my head. I went to the place where I could do what ever the fuck I wanted to do. I would get out of my car and walk right into her house. She would be in her room surrounded by her fucking books as always and when she would look up and see me I would see the fear again. I would see the panic and the need for self-preservation. She would try to scream, but I would beat her to it. I would slap her across the face and she would know that she was mine now. I would tell her exactly what I wanted to do with her…maybe I would get my knife out and show her I was serious…maybe even cut her a little to watch the blood flow from her pretty thigh or her sweet breast. Maybe I would lick the blood off of her…maybe she would like it? I doubt it at first…but no matter. I would rip her clothes off while she cried and wanted to scream. I would put her hand on my fucking hard dick so she could feel how much I wanted her. I would force her on her back and make her feel and taste what she was doing to me. I would fucking ram into her so she could take all of me and I would take her innocence all in one movement. I would hold her down and her fight would only turn me on more! I would rip her apart with every thrust because that is what she does to me. I would smell the blood; my dick would be coated in it, but I wouldn't care because she was mine. She would be only mine! I came to the picture of her defeated and battered body in my head…so fucking sweet.

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She would be mine even if she didn't know it yet. I was about to drive away when I saw that fucking prick, Venturi walk up to her door. I saw him give her a flower and take her to his truck. What the fuck did he think he was doing? And what the FUCK was she doing…smiling at him like that? They must be going out on a date. I couldn't do anything about it right now, but I was going to see this shit though. Like a thief in the fucking night, I followed them knowing I wouldn't get caught. I was too fucking good at this by now. I followed them to some carnival out in the middle of nowhere and didn't they look just pre-fucking-cious. I swear to God I am going to rip Venturi's eyes out for looking at MY girl that way. And Casey was definitely going to have to be taught a few things too. She was too innocent and special to be with this man. She was acting like the slut that I know she can't be. She is different and that is why she is special. This Venturi fuck was going to destroy her and I can't let that happen. But at the same time there was nothing that I could do and that infuriated me.

When they got back to his house I was so close to taking out my knife and walking right up to them and slitting Venturi's throat right there! It would serve Casey right to know what happens when she whores herself out like this.

What the FUCKING HELL!?!?!? They were going into his house and into his fucking room! Casey you fucking slut! You were supposed to be different! But you're not! You were supposed to be special, but you let it all go with that little fucker! I could hear them now as I stood outside his bedroom window. I could hear the music and I could hear her moans of pleasure, I could hear him grunt as he took my girl, I could hear their skin slapping against each other. I was going out of my mind with rage. I wanted to kill them both! Fuck Casey! You are MINE, God Damnit! You are supposed to give that to me, not to HIM! Now look what you made me do? I got fucking sloppy and went and killed the bitch tonight. I just needed to get all this out of me and now my fucking prey turned into a fucking corpse because all I could think about was wrapping my hands around YOUR throat you fucking whore! The worst part is I don't feel better…I need more…I need to get you…I need to hurt you…I can't stop this rage…this poison that you have put inside of me. You have done this to me Casey; it is all your fault. And now you are gonna pay…starting with your little boyfriend.

AN: Hope you guys liked that and again please review and let me know what you think...I need to know that I am doing something right ;)