Cassie or How to make a serial killer.

By Bubba Joe DuPrey

.WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH, but not one of our boys.

Authors note: Some of these I write just for me.

The kidnapper stared at his prisoner with a mixture of open disbelief and horror. The red headed woman was screeching at him a barrage of insults and epithets. ‘Who does this woman think she’s talking to?’ he thought to himself incredulously. He knew of course who she was, he’d been watching her for some time. When he had first spied the pretty red head he had been intrigued by her classic beauty and the almost arrogant way she carried herself. He had discreetly begun to follow her around with a camera, snapping pictures of the beauty whenever he could. He had become truly infatuated with her, desiring more than anything else to be close to her and drink in her grace and style face to face.

No one had ever accused David Stewart of being a stable man, or even a smart man, but no one had ever confronted him with his shortcomings either, until now. A rage had slowly begun to burn within the small man as he was forced to listen to the grating voice list all of his faults she was aware of and mercilessly speculate on the rest. Then she insulted his parentage and something in David snapped and he struck her hard across the chin, rendering her unconscious instantly.

Ah blessed silence. He reveled in it as he studied the slack peaceful features of his prisoner. In silence he could love her again. It would take time, but she would come to understand that he was the only one for her, he was the only one who could show her the love she deserved, it certainly was not the long haired hippie freak that was with her when he decided to take her, he wanted to wait until she was alone, but then the bastard put his arms around her and that was not acceptable. Fury had overtaken him when he attacked pulling his beloved away from the other man and shoving her roughly to the ground he turned his attention to the person who had dared touch the woman he had come to claim. Clubbing him across the temple he watched with satisfaction as the other man slid bonelessly to the ground, he released the rest of his anger with a few kicks to the fallen man’s stomach before leveling the gun of his still dazed fair damsel and asked her politely to come with him. Tears filled her eyes as she stared at the prone form of her companion, she shook her head and softly muttered "No." he felt a twinge of guilt at having caused her distress but he was assured in the knowledge that she would soon realize he would take care of her and she would be happy forever with him.

"When you’re wrong David you’re wrong, very very wrong." He said ruefully as he continued to watch her. "But Miss Cassie, I believe you’ll learn soon you’ll see how much I love you and you’ll love me too, Oh my dearest I’ll give you everything. You just need time to adjust you’ll see." He smiled sweetly at the unconscious woman and left her to rest.

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Jim paced the hospital waiting room nervously waiting to hear word on his partner’s condition. He still had the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach he had when he found his guide unconscious and bleeding in an alley by the station. Blair had taken Cassie the resident pathologist and all around pain in the ass to pick up her car from the repair shop, on a good day he was loathed to let his younger friend any where the trouble magnet pathologist, today however he knew he should have listened to the instincts that were screaming at him to take his partner and head for the hills. But no, he let his guide talk him into letting hi accompany her to the repair shop.

"What can happen man, sheesh it’s only seven blocks!" Blair said with exasperation.

"Then she can walk!" Jim had shot back sharply.

"Cold man that’s really cold." The younger man had frowned disapprovingly and Jim caved. He knew he was being harsh, but the woman was trouble and where there was trouble there was his guide. Today had been no different. Now the younger man was in the hospital and the pathologist was missing, perhaps even, dare he think it, dead. "And that would really be too bad" he thought without charity. He shook his head. "Never again Cassie Wells. Never again are you getting anywhere near my guide."

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Cassie returned to awareness quickly as the pain in her jaw made its self known. She opened her bleary eyes and surveyed the room round her. She realized she was tied down to a canopy bed in a beautifully appointed bedroom. She had been so angry earlier that she had not really taken the time to assess her surroundings. "Well." She thought "at least I’ve been kidnapped by someone with taste." She tested her bonds and found they were secure. "Damn it." She swore she really wanted to get out of there and maybe get a closer look at the Victorian armoire.

"Such language my love." Cassie jerked her head up as she heard the purring voice.

"Bite me!" she spat at the smallish man.

"Now dear," David said calmly. "Is that anyway to speak to your future husband?"
"WHAT?" Cassie roared. "Are you insane?"

"No!" he shot back sharply. "I am not INSANE!"

Cassie knew she had struck a nerve with her captor and lacking the basic common sense she needed to judge the situation she decided to play it. "Oh Puh-lease." She said with obvious contempt. "Normal people do NOT kidnap women. You’re obviously deeply disturbed and what makes you think I would even consider marrying a loony tune!"

David tried to retain his composure but his beloved was really starting to piss him off, so far she had questioned his intellect, his parentage and his sanity, the only thing she hadn’t insulted was his sexuality. "Don’t say those things." He said barely managing control of his voice. "They’re hurtful."

Cassie’s face twisted into a merciless grin. "Awwww, what’s the matter is mommy’s boy going to cry?" she chided. "Don’t tell me the big bad kidnapper can’t handle the truth? God you’re so pathetic! You spineless, limp dicked kook!"

That was it! A man could only be asked to take so much abuse, he could only be expected to tolerate so many insults before something had to give and the reason for the discomfort removed, before he was aware of what he was doing he was on top of the still screeching woman wrapping his hands around her throat and shaking her. "I’ve had about enough of you, I am not crazy!" he tightened his grip around her throat. "My mother was a wonderful woman." He was completely oblivious to the bluish appearance of his victim. "And I am a STALLION in bed!" After several more shakes he released the woman and was somewhat startled to see dull lifeless eyes staring back at him. He had killed her.

"Oh darn." He said absently. "That’s really to bad."

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Jim Ellison stared down at the corpse laid out meticulously at his feet, every thing about the young woman was perfect, hair, makeup her nails were even freshly manicured, the only indication that something was amiss were the bruises wrapped around her neck, that and the lone peacock feather stuck in her mouth. Inspite of his animosity towards the pathologist, he still felt some remorse at her death. It was a shame anytime a young life was snuffed out. His partner had stepped beside him and was now gazing seriously at Cassie’s body.

"Oh man." He said quietly.

"I’m sorry chief." He put an arm around his guide’s shoulder and led him away from the scene.

From a distance David Stewart watched the two men walk away from the body and he thought how sorry he was to have beaten the long haired man when he had taken the Harpy, hind sight had proven he should have let the other man keep her, but still her presence had ignited a purpose in his life and he now had a mission, he would rid the world of irritating red headed pathologists.

And so a serial killer was born.

~fin~