Author's Note: WARNING! This chapter is very very dark and contains LOTS of material that is disturbing to some people. This contains a male solo scene, a rape and murder... I warned you all in the very beginning about this. You don't have to read this chapter if you don't want. The next chapter mentions this one so if it really bothers you, you can skip it and still stay with the story.

This chapter is from the 'Angel Killer's perspective. Something I felt I had to do, I had written a chapter like this before (For the teen girl murdered while Jason and Kat were in LA) but cut it out because I thought it was too dark without needing to take this to adult content. Hopefully I didn't go into too much detail this chapter but still was able to convey the thoughts of my killer. So anyway you've all been warned so no need to flame me for this.

Shoutouts: Kelsey. Marie. Scott- I promise I won't tell anyone LOL I'm glad that you liked the last chapter. Hopefully this chapter doesn't scare you off. I have gone back and forth with this chapter since writing it, but in the end felt it needed to in here. Thanks for sticking with me.

Ghostwriter- I'm so happy that you enjoyed the last chapter. I really think that it was one of my favorite chapters. I'm hoping that everyone else could picture Jason as the type to ask Kat's Dad for permission. Thanks for the great reviews and sticking with me!

brankel1- I hope Kat says Yes too! I can't wait for see how Jason plans out his proposal! Knowing him it has to be the right place and right time and the right mood! (Oh wait... I'm writing this I already know all that) YAY! Oh yeah... and now we have to make it through the next few chapters... it's about to get dark and very emotional... Stay with me and hang on tight!

Jeremy Shane- Here's more, although it's pretty twisted and dark in there... Hope to see you on the other side of this chapter!

Chapter 19

The 'Angel Killer' sat in his dark little hideout, watching his footage of Agent Hillard for the tenth time that day. His icy blue eyes locked onto the tall slender blonde on the television with the gaze of a predator. A smirk covered his pale red lips as he watched Jason remove Katherine's bra.

Katherine has a glorious body, and it will be mine. He thought to himself. His large calloused hand drifted down to his hardening member, and he rubbed himself through the thick material of his jeans. He closed his eyes and imagined that it was Katherine's delicate slender hands touching him, arousing his desires. He had a good imagination.

He opened his eyes and looked to the television, Jason and Katherine were both naked on the screen and he quickly shed his clothes as Jason backed Katherine against the door. Licking his palm, he took hold of himself just as Jason pressed himself into Kat's warm womanhood. Again his eyes drifted shut and made believe that it was him calling those moans from deep within Katherine's throat, that it was his cock pounding into her effectively pinning her against the door.

He had watched the footage enough over the last week to have Jason's rhythm memorized, the timing of Kat's cries, and the stamina to match the footage exactly. He exploded into his hand the moment that Katherine cried out her own ecstasy. Pleasure and relief washed over him as a sated smile overtook his lips... until her heard her say, 'I love you, Jason.'

No matter how many times he had watched this and pretended that it was him, those four little words always brought him back to reality. He stood from his small bed, his blood boiling, his heartbeat thundering in his ear.

"You don't love him! He doesn't deserve you! You stupid, stupid girl!" He screamed at the television as he watched Jason and Katherine exchange a passionate kiss before Jason picked her up over his shoulder and ran up the stairs. "I have to get rid of the Lieutenant... but how?"

The "Angel Killer' began to pace back and forth in his room as the footage looped back to the beginning. His nerves were frayed and he was on edge almost all the time. He was so close to having Katherine for himself, but she was so close to finding him, if she could fit the pieces together. And the Lieutenant posed even more problems. Obviously the warnings he had given to Katherine in September had failed to drive a wedge between the two former friends, and now they were sleeping together. Katherine had practically moved into Jason's house after that night, they had spent Thanksgiving together with both their families there, and now it was the beginning of December, they were making plans for Christmas.

The 'Angel Killer' closed his eyes and recalled Katherine's sweet smell as he held her from behind, cherry blossoms if he was not mistaken. His mouth salivated as he remembered her delicate taste as his tongue lid over her smooth skin. He shuddered with excitement as he nearly heard her trembling voice again. Already his member was beginning to harden again.

He remembered climbing from the crashed car and scurrying over to Katherine's twisted body as she lay on the ground. At first he had thought she was dead, but after a few moments he noticed the shallow slow movements of her chest. Somehow she had survived, but with the amount of blood she was loosing he thought she wouldn't last much longer. He had sat on the ground next to her, slowly stroking her hair, waiting for her die. Two hours past and still she clung to life. He had finally given up, realizing that she was too stubborn to die on her own and he lacked the courage to actually finish her himself, and climbed out of the valley before calling 911.

Kat's sheer will to survive had made her that much more desirable to him. Taking her for his own was all that occupied his mind. He dredged up the memory of when he first met her. She had been dressed in a tailored black pant suit, with a bright pink blouse, and black heels. He could make out the faint shape of her holster under her jacket. Her golden blonde hair was left loose over her shoulder and he had caught the scent of her shampoo as a light breeze kicked up around them. Her brilliant blue eyes were dazzling in the afternoon sun. Her touch was feather soft as they shook hands. Her voice was light and airy, her wonderful accent sent shivers down his spine. Even then he had thought Katherine to be an angel. An angel he wanted for his own.

The 'Angel Killer' felt a rush of adrenaline, his pulse thundered his ears, and his member grew so hard it hurt. He sucked in a sharp breath as his hand brushed against the heated flesh. He drew back his hand with a wince and scowled at the television. Jason and Kat were up against the door, again.

There was no relief for him at that point, the only thing, or more precisely someone, that could help him release was Katherine. Or at least someone that looked like Katherine. He did have a good imagination.

His lips curved into an evil smile and he carefully dressed, wincing as he slid on his underwear. He had a brilliant idea, one that would find him relief and drive Jason Scott away. Time to go hunting

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The 'Angel Killer' sat quietly in the darkness, watching the blonde woman doing the dishes. She wasn't exactly his type, but she would serve his purposes for the night. A little dark haired girl came running into the kitchen wearing a pink nightgown. The blonde woman turned and gave the little girl a kiss, before the girl scampered off, presumably to bed.

The 'Angel Killer' found himself quite taken with this woman. She differed from his other women and that idea excited him. He had been living this fantasy for so long, it was thrilling to start a new one. The woman he was watching was tanner than his precious Katherine. Shorter too, but that meant that it would be far easier to overpower her, after all he was well over a foot taller than her. Since he was younger, he had always found himself drawn to blue eyes, but this woman's emerald green eyes were nice too.

Elizabeth Scott would do just fine for him tonight. He would have the release his body, mind, and soul craved, and poor, poor Jason would be so heartbroken. Of course he had to find a way to get Jason to push Katherine away somehow... but that couldn't be too hard to do.

The 'Angel Killer' paused in his thoughts and recalled how much Jason adored the little girl in the house. Jason's daughter... that would surely kill the man... I've never had such a young thing... No, that's not part of the plan. He scolded himself for his 'disturbing' thoughts. He didn't like young ones like Lilly... teens yes, children no. Somehow in his twisted reality, that was okay.

Besides, if he killed Lilly then who would Jason focus all his attention to. Lilly would need comforting and constant attention from her father, and that would leave Katherine out in the snow... No, Lilly would not be harmed in anyway.

He waited another two hours in the darkness before Liz finally decided to turn in for the night. He waited a while longer to make sure she was asleep, before quietly made his way to the backdoor and deactivated the alarm system. He slipped into the house and crept up the stairs toward the master bedroom.

Slowly he pushed open the door. Liz was sprawled out on the queen size bed, softly snoring. Quickly and quietly he moved next to the bed, his large hands shot out. One covered her mouth and the other laid across her chest to pin her down. Liz's eyes flew open as she tried to fight him off of her.

"Don't fight me Elizabeth, or I'll kill Lilly in front of you." he whispered harshly against her ear. Tears streamed down her face as she nodded. "Too bad for you, that your ex-husband can't leave my Katherine alone. Now you'll have to serve as her replacement to me." Liz's eyes grew wide at the thoughts his words implicated.

The 'Angel Killer' lifted Liz out of her bed, his hand still held firmly over her mouth as he drug her down the stairs toward her basement. He pulled out a roll of duct tape from his jacket pocket and roughly taped her wrists together. "Remember, don't fight me Elizabeth or I'll bring Lilly down here." Liz nodded in understanding as he withdrew his hand.

"If I'm good and don't fight back, will you let me go?" Liz pleaded.

"Perhaps." The 'Angel Killer' smirked. "If you do as I say."

Again Liz nodded silently. He flashed her a toothy grin before slapping a strip of duct tape over her plump lips and laying her down on the card table. He took out a knife and carefully cut away her silky gown, leaving her in nothing but her thong. He quickly stripped himself down. "Touch me." He ordered. He grabbed her tied wrists and placed his hard member between her palms. He moved her hands up and down him as he reached down and ripped off her silky thong. He roughly worked his large calloused fingers into her womanhood. Liz's screams of pain and fear were muffled by the tape.

The 'Angel Killer' smirked as he withdrew his fingers and moved his body between her quivering legs. He thrust into her and closed his eyes, pretending she was his beloved Katherine. He did have a good imagination. Only after his own climax did he open his eyes.

He looked deep into Liz's emerald eyes with his icy blue. He enjoyed the look of terror and pain he saw there. "Not bad." He smirked. He took out his phone and snapped one picture of her tear streaked, fear filled face. "Too bad for you that you aren't my type." Liz's eyes grew darker and fear gripped her very core, he wasn't going to let her go. "Did you really think I would let you live, after seeing my face? My dear Elizabeth, if you were even going to have the slightest chance of living, I would have had to hide my identity."

He produced the knife once again and smiled coldly at her and thrust it deep into her soft belly. The man's icy eyes swam out of focus as Liz's world exploded into pain... and then nothingness.