Hampton Hills was a trendy and fashionable district of Bayport City. It sat in the rolling foothills of the Sangre Mountains and had an excellent view of the city to the west. The homes were nestled close together along quietly winding streets, large trees shaded the homes and large perfectly manicured hedges divided the homes from one another. It was a peaceful neighborhood, the kind of place you felt safe from the craziness of the outside world.

Kara waved bye to the Edmonds' as their brand new Mercedes backs out of the driveway and down the street. Kara watched them disappear from sight before heading into the house. She closed the door and locked it before turning the security system on. It wasn't really necessary but the Edmonds' were such worriers that Kara decided to humor them.
She walked upstairs and looked in her little charges. She loved babysitting infants, they were already sleep when she arrived and never bothered her. Kara closed the door and went back downstairs. It was looking to be a perfect night.

Kara walked over to Mr Edmonds' wet bar, she leaned over the small bar and looked at her choices. She had so much to choose from it was difficult. She kicked her feet back and forth as she scanned the possibilities.

Outside he watched her, her school uniform skirt was short, perfectly short. He could see her red silk panties peeking up from the bottom of the skirt. He grinned, he loved panties, especially silk ones. The touch, the feel, how the shimmered in the light on a nice ass, they were perfection.
He began his career when the lady next door caught him in her panty drawer. Fat cow like her should have been honored that he had taken an interest in her underwear, her husband had ran off because she was a cow. She screamed, shouted, and was going to call the police when he hit her. He then learned what his true calling was, the thrill that rippled through his body as the crowbar, he used to enter her trailer, smacked into the side of her head, was like nothing else. The adrenaline rush made him high, higher than he'd ever been in his drug addicted life. The sound, the stench, the colour of the blood that splattered from the head, every little bit of it was amazing. It was then he began his addiction to murder. The pretty little thing climbed off the wet bar and he slipped deeper into the shadows of the backyard, he wasn't going to strike yet. You couldn't just rush in there, a good kill was just as much the build up as it was the climax.

Kara picked a nice red wine and poured a big glass of it, but made sure it wasn't so much that it would be obviously missing. Kara knew there was almost no chance of that happening, Mr Edmonds was a drunk, he went through more bottles of anything faster in a month than Kara and all her friends did in a year. She sat down on the couch and started watching TV on the Edmonds' 96 inch HDTV. But sadly 500 channels of crystal clear high definition television there was nothing on that interested Kara in the slightest. Kara decided to go have a cigarette.
Kara refilled her wine glass and headed out for the back patio. She deactivated the alarm and unlocked the sliding glass door. She rolled the door open and stepped out onto the patio.
The cool stones tickled her bare feet as she casually lifted her skirt. In the waistband of her panties was her half full pack of Coyote cigarettes and her cheap red Bic Lighter. Her school had this ridiculous anti-smoking policy that could get you suspended for having so much as a cigarette butt in the sole of your shoe. But Kara, like all the other girls, knew the best place to hide their cigarettes was the one place they couldn't go groping around. Guys were so unlucky, they had no place short of shoving them up their ass to hide their cigarettes but Kara like all the members of her sex just had to tuck them in her underwear and she was safe.
Kara's green eyes lit up as her lighter lit the tip of her cigarette. She took a deep breath and froze. The smoke slowly curled from her slack lips as she scanned the backyard. She had the strangest feeling she was being watched, two pervert brothers had given Kara heightened senses that told her when she was being watched. Right now all her senses were screaming at her that somebody was close.
Kara coolly smoked as she scanned the backyard. It was huge for a house in the city, a seven foot tall privacy fence surrounded the yard, a few shrubs had grown big and thick and there were two large trees in the middle of the yard. Kara couldn't figure out where it was coming from but guessed it was somebody peeking through a hole in the fence, probably from the alley.
Kara was wondering what kind of weirdo was peeping on her when suddenly her coat pocket began to vibrate. Kara grabbed her cell phone and flipped it open. " Hey Zack" she said.
Kara giggled, " No, you can't. Hello, I'm babysitting."
She grinned, " Hm, you are such a perv" she said, " okay, I just need another drink. No, I'm outside having a smoke. Yes I'm dressed, my uniform. Yah, I know you like this, all you dirty rough guys love us good little girls in our school uniforms. Hm, no I have my red silk ones on. No I don't wear them for you because you tore my favorite pink ones last time. Hm, I thought you enjoyed when I didn't wear any underwear."
Kara tossed her cigarette at the potted plant and headed into the house.

He smiled as she passed just inches from his hiding place just behind the kitchen's bay window, she smelled like those flowers that grew near the field were he buried his scorecard. The smell of those flowery bushes, that distinct smell brought back all the memories of his victims. The fear, their pain, the high that came when he buried the knife inside them, the splash of the hot blood, that distant empty look in their eyes when their lives spilled out of them. He licked his lips and carefully drew his knife from the back of his jeans.
It was a flashy number, bright stainless steel with a black handle. The blade was curved, he had learned from trial and error the curved blade was a much more fluid weapon. There also was a knuckle guard that covered the handle with a row of short sharp spikes on it. It was his insurance policy, anybody fights too hard they get a few jabs with the spikes. It was a proven winner for him and he knew it would be no different tonight.

Kara pulled her school jacket off and tossed it over one of the kitchen chairs. " Hm, tell me more" she said tugging at her tie, " did you even know her name? No way, you didn't even ask after you did it?"
Kara tossed her tie on the floor between the kitchen and the living room. " Dirty boy" she said, cupping the cell phone against her shoulder as she tugged her white button down shirt from her skirt, " what do you have on?"
She fell back into the couch, her unbuttoned shirt fluttering like a cape. Zack wasn't her boyfriend, he went to public school, her parents would have a stroke if they found out. For them Kara dated a guy from her school who played lacrosse. He was the most unromantic human being ever, he thought foreplay was stripping naked. Add to that his ability to be done before she even got going made the relationship laughable at best. But Zack was totally different, he was so hot and naughty, he was everything Kara wanted.

He grinned as his tongue gently caressed his blade. The girl was giving him a free show. She was hiking the plaid skirt higher and higher until her panties came into view. He watched as she began to touch herself, her fingers bobbing up and down under the red silk, he hadn't had a show like this in a long time. He decided to wait a little while longer, let her have her last fling with herself before he introduced himself.

Kara listened to the sweet words as she gently pleasured herself. She wanted to cut loose and make all kinds of noises for him but the little brats upstairs might here so she was reduced to soft moans and dirty words between pants.
She was nearing her peak when suddenly the doorbell rang. She let off a shriek as she leapt from the couch trying to tug her panties up, tug her skirt down and close her shirt all at the same time. Kara found the phone, " Sorry Zack, somebody's at the front door. I'll have to call you back."
Kara flipped her phone closed and took a moment to regain her composure. She made her way to the front door ready to give whoever it was holy hell for ruining her evening.
She turned the deadbolt and opened the door with a jerk. She found there was no outside. She was really mad now, it was some fucking smart-ass kids playing ding-dong ditch. She closed the door and locked it again, fucking little weasel children, they should all dry up and die. Kara groaned and headed upstairs to make sure the little brats were still asleep before calling Zack back.

He couldn't help but snicker as he watched her sexy little ass wiggle. She'd tucked her skirt into her panties and was displaying her ass to the world. He watched her go upstairs, the two kids up in the first bedroom on the right were tricky. He wanted just her, he didn't get any satisfaction from kids. But if either little snot comes downstairs, well they're in the way.

Kara came downstairs, she made her way back towards the living room. She had another glass of wine to take the edge off her nerves. The kids were still fast asleep, Kara felt a little silly, half way up the stairs she started to imagine herself in some horror movie. Kara drained the glass and found her cell phone on the floor. She flipped it open and laid back down on the couch. " Hey Zack, now where we're we?" she asked unclasping her bra.

He watched her doing it again, it was just too much, he had to go now. She was begging for it. He checked the sliding glass door that led out to the patio and found she had forgotten to lock it, amateur mistake, but if not for those his job would be a lot harder.
He gripped the handle but stopped short of entering, he felt that strange feeling when trouble was close, the tattoos on his burly hairy arms were tingling and the pentagram at the base of his neck was burning hot as if someone was putting a cigarette out on it. Something wasn't right.
He got his edge in prison, he was doing a nickel jolt for boosting a car, and after a fight with two niggers in the laundry he got sent to the violent offender ward. There he met a thin man they called the Grove Beast. The guy looked like he was 90 pounds of weak shit so he wanted to show him who was boss of their cell.
The Grove Beast broke all four fingers on his right hand as if they were popsicle sticks. He couldn't believe what had happened and had to get this guy's edge. He introduced him to the secret of his success. For two packs of Kool menthols the Grove Beast told him his secret. The tattoos on his body were special he said, they made him strong. He spent the next five years in a cell with the Grove Beast wondering what it was like. It was a long five years wondering where he could get tattoos like that. On the day of his release the Grove Beast gave him an address, told him they could hook him up.
It was the first place he stopped after he got off the bus from the joint. It was a sleazy basement tattoo parlor populated by tough mean looking guys. He fit right in and told them he was a buddy of Grove's from the joint and he said they could hook him up. Some middle aged broad with a road map of tattoos on her leathery wrinkled skin took him into the back and put him in the chair. She used from freaking looking ink and sewing needles, not a tattoo machine on him. She muttered to herself the entire time, he wasn't all that surprised, she looked like a burned out old tweaker anyways. When it was finally done he felt the power, it was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He saw the entire room in a totally different light, he saw strange lights around the old chick, he could smell her blood. He went on an unholy tear that night, three hookers and two bums. The last hooker he really messed up bad. He didn't understand what had happened to him, but he loved it.
He moved across the lawn and to the fence that separated the yard from the alley. He saw her strolling down the alley. She was amazing, he'd never seen anything so perfect, so busty and flawless. He licked his lips, she was a real keeper, he wanted her to be his. He looked around, he couldn't use the knife, the knife would spoil the fun.
Inspiration found him when he brushed up against a pile of paving bricks left by workmen in the backyard. He picked it up and leapt over the seven foot tall privacy fence like he was stepping over the curb.

He struck the woman with the brick with a single graceful move as he came down. He dropped her to her knees, she grunted but didn't make anymore noise, strange for a woman usually they scream, squeak or cry. She swung at him and struck him hard in the jaw. This seriously pissed him off and he was going to show her the price of hitting him.
He struck her with all his strength, smashing the brick into her face. She stumbled back into the fence. He rushed her, striking her hard in the side of the head dropping her to the alley floor. He leapt on her and began to strike over and over, rage spilling into his veins driving him into a total frenzy.

He stopped, the girl's head was caved in, nothing but a pulpy mass of black hair and red blood. He let off a slow sigh as a twisted smile crossed his lips. It was unexpected but it was certainly a good climax, a little too quick for him but still good. This bitch was top shelf, even after he hit her she still tried to fight. He rolled her on her back and tugged her leather jacket off. She was tattooed, both arms, her leg, she even had a big one on her back, she really didn't fit in this neighborhood at all. But his attention was drawn to her large breasts, he squeezed them over her red t-shirt and felt for silicon. He hated silicon, he cut it out whenever he found it. To his delight she was all natural, too bad she surprised him, she could have been his all time best, one he would remember above all the others.
He was lifting her t-shirt up to get a look at her breasts when suddenly her eyes flicked open and peered out from the wreckage of her face. He leapt back and drew his long curved blade from the back of his jeans. He didn't believe it, her eyes were moving. He swung down at her, he wanted those eyes gone.
Her leg swiftly struck, it hit him hard in the side of the knee, the steel toe of the combat boot she wore cracked into him. The bone ground hard against bone making him stumble. She leapt to her feet and delivered another punishing blow to the same knee. He growled in pain as the knee cap crunched. He struck out with his knife but it sailed empty through the air.

Sapphire Dumont felt so incredibly stupid, how she could be caught so flatfooted was beyond her. The first time in years she had left her guns at home and of course she had to run into a beast. Sapphire cursed herself over and over and cursed her best friend Audrey Winters for making her go on this milk run. All Sapphire had to do was bring the potion to the plastic bitch in the big house so she could seduce her step-daughter's fiancée. It was 5 grand of easy money Audrey said, and Sapphire was in for half. Sapphire had gotten sloppy and now was going to have dents in her head for a month now.

He watched as her face began to reform, it was impossible, he had smashed her to pieces but in front of his eyes her face was starting to push itself back out. " Bad boy" she said, " you know no touching on the first date."
He rushed at her, his knife held high in the air. She gracefully dodged the blow and struck him hard in the stomach with her knee. He grunted and swung again with the knife. She gently leaned back and let the blade sail through empty air. She kicked him hard in the stomach, she knew going for his balls would just piss him off and bring out more of the beast in him.
He charged at her, swinging wildly. She caught two of the blows, little cuts nothing to her. She stumbled into a shed across the alley from the house he came from. The owner had graciously left out his shovel. It wasn't much but it was a weapon.
He wasn't ready for her to charge him, she used the shovel like she knew what she was doing. She hit him hard with the blade of the shovel and drove the round end of the handle into his mouth.
His teeth cracked and he felt his ribs snap. He was now angry, he was going to tear this bitch apart until there was nothing left of her. He hit her in the mouth with the spiked knuckle guard on his knife. The jaw snapped, ripping away from her mouth. She hit him hard with the shovel and swept his legs out from underneath him. He dropped hard against the alley and looked up at her.
Her jaw was hanging down, torn away from her face on the one side. She snapped her jaw shut and the muscles slowly knitted back together before the skin grew back over the wound. " You'll have to try harder" she said in a mocking tone.
She struck him in the face with the shovel and was swinging down from another blow when he grabbed the shovel. He pulled himself up and jammed the knife straight into her chest. She let off a soft moan, more akin to the bedroom than a battle. " You hit the sweet spot" she said.
She grabbed his head and twisted. The neighborhood echoed to the cracking of a large thick tree branch as his head was twisted into a strange angle. His eyes rolled back into his skull as he slowly sank into Sapphire's arms. She threw him hard to the ground and raised the shovel.
Sapphire dropped the shovel hard into his head one more time hearing the wet crack echo down the alley. She pulled his knife from her heart and rolled him over. She could see the source of his powers glowing bright red. She casually spun the knife around a few times before gently slicing into the flesh just below his neck. He was already starting to move when Sapphire began to cut. She jammed her knee into his back as she slowly skinned the flesh from the bottom of his neck. He stopped moving and let off a long hiss of air, like air the being let out of a tire. He flopped back down into the ground and stopped moving. Sapphire drove the knife through his chest and heart, it was symbolic, he wasn't a vampire and it wasn't a wooden stake.
She looked at the symbol, it wasn't high quality, but it was a beast mark nonetheless. She would have to give it to Audrey, see if she could find out who was giving these free upgrades to guys like him and kindly ask them to stop. She folded the warm flesh up and slipped it into her pocket. Sapphire got to her feet and left quietly slipping into the night.

Kara met the Edmonds at the door with a relaxed happy smile, three glasses of wine and plenty of phone sex had made her evening wonderful. They paid Kara and she made her way back home never once knowing she could have become the thirty eighth victim of an unknown serial killer.