"Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep"
By: Kasey
(c) 1999/2000
This is mine, not yours, so dont steal or you will be
dealt with accordingly.

Chapter 1

 	It was a slow night. Unusually slow. She didn't know
what else was on but whatever it was it must have been
better than this. The dance floor was barely even
crowded and there were plenty of seats left. People
weren't even needing to wait at the door like past
Thursday nights, which was one hell of a surprise. So
she was here, sitting at the bar by herself, while
watching her friends dance. She wasn't very big on
dancing, never had been, so she hadn't been keen on
going out there on the floor to make a public
spectacle of herself. So, despite her friends
protests, she had chosen to sit down and watch rather
than participate.
	Kasey sighed and glanced at her watch again. Damn. It
was only just after midnight. If she tried to leave
now, her friends would not be happy. But that was all
she wanted to do. Go home and read a book. This
clubbing scene tonight wasn't much fun. So she had to
slip away from her friends, find a way to leave them
behind and escape into her own little world. She took
another sip of her drink and glanced out at the dance
floor. Her friends were being kept busy by some
extremely drunk looking men so she knew this was her
chance. So she picked up her purse and started walking
casually for the nearest exit. She could slip outside
and grab a cab home. Easy. No one would even notice
her missing. They would all be kept busy by the guys
who were very obviously coming onto them. Kasey
smiled. If only they knew that half the girls in the
group were gay and the other half were either married
or in a relationship. That would probably be something
worth sticking around for, but she knew she really
wasn't in a mood to watch some drunk idiots make fools
of themselves. It would be amusing if she did stay but
what was the use when all she was interested in was
getting out of these god awful shoes one of her
friends has talked her into buying. Thirty-nine
ninety-five gone to waste on a pair of highheels even
Cindy Crawford wouldn't wear. But for the sake of
being up to date and in fashion, she had shelled out
the money to look six feet tall. And, in the process,
looking like a fool on stilts. 
	Kasey had reached the exit door before one of her
friends looked over to the seat she had only just
recently vacated. And as her friends eyes started
sweeping the dance floor and beyond, Kasey slipped
outside, unnoticed and relieved. She stopped briefly
to remove the shoes and then started walking along the
back alley to the front of the club where she knew at
least one cab would be waiting to pick up a late night
fare. She didn't take the walk slow either, knowing
that these alleys could be dangerous. But when she hit
the place where she had thought the front of the club
was, she was dismayed to learn that she had been
walking in the wrong direction. Off in one of her
little dream worlds she had obviously turned when she
shouldn't have or didn't turn when she should have. 
	She stood there for several minutes, debating what
she should do. The club was only a few blocks from
where she lived so she could walk home. That wasn't a
problem. All she had to do was get out of this maze of
alleys. Easier said than done. But to get home, either
by foot or by cab, she had to get out. So this was
what she had to do now. Taking one last disgusted look
at the shoes in her hand, she threw them into a nearby
trash can, wincing at the loud sound it made. Then she
slipped off the pantyhose she had been wearing and
threw them away. No need to keep a pair of hose that
were going to be ruined by the time she got home
anyway. Then she started walking. Back the way she had
some in some hope of finding her bearings. It seemed
like an hour later but in reality it could have only
been ten minutes when she reached the exit door she
had just left. Fine, she was back where she started.
This was good. Now, if only she could remember which
way was home. Picking one way, Kasey sighed and
started walking off that way, drifting in and out of
her little worlds. Her friends said it drove them
crazy when she did that, disappeared on them. Well,
all her friends except one. But that was only because
they were so much alike that they didn't have anything
to complain about.
	Kasey was humming s she reached another juncture in
the alleys. Deciding to go left she started down that
way then stopped, going quiet all of a sudden when she
heard what sounded like two pieces of metal grating
against each other. She waited to hear the sound again
and it did, this time a little stronger, a little
clearer. This time, however, Kasey realised that it
was not metal against metal. It was the sound of pure
terror, coming from a womans voice. Curious, and half
scared, she turned around and headed in the opposite
direction of where she had originally been headed,
moving softly, her fear increasing with every step,
every heart beat intensified as the screams kept
coming, one after the other, in brutal clarity. They
were getting stronger and stronger, until she could
not only hear the screams but the womans pleas for
help as well. Her voice was breaking, there were tears
evident as she begged and pleaded with whoever it was
to spare her life. Kaseys blood ran cold at the broken
words and as much as her head told her to run, her
terror kept her going. So she moved onwards, the
voices getting louder and stronger with each step,
until she could also hear the low tones of a man. And
what he was saying made the hair on Kaseys arms stand
on end and goosebumps to break out all over her body.
This man...what he was saying was cruel, meant to
terrify and subdue the woman. And it was working,
because the womans screams became weaker and softer,
her voice became hoarse from the begging and now,
along with the screaming and talking, Kasey could hear
the cries of pain and terror, the grunts of someone
who enjoyed giving pain and watching it being
administered. Then there was a laugh, an evil maniacal
laugh that sent chills running through Kaseys whole
body. It was then that she stumbled upon the scene. A
woman, no older than nineteen or twenty was lying on
the ground, half naked, half beaten to death, her
hands covered in blood, her face, her beautiful face
marred with bruises and cuts. The man standing over
her was holding a knife, at least four inches long and
he was holding it to her throat, whispering in her
ear. Whatever he was saying to her was putting that
terror in her eyes, making her sob and grasp his arm
tighter, trying to move the knife away from her. But
this woman was tiny, certainly no match for someone as
tall and strong as this man. Kasey hid around the
corner, careful not to be seen. She covered her mouth
with both hands as the man moved the knife from the
womans neck and down to her thighs. Whatever he did
there caused the woman to cry out with so much pain
that it was all Kasey could do not to cry out with
her. But sanity was prevailing, telling her that if
made one sound, she would be next.
	The man licked the blood off the knife and smiled at
the revulsion and fear he saw on this whores face. He
loved the fear, the screams of terror that he could
produce. He had been thirteen when he had realised his
love of torturing women. At first it had started with
little girls, and him touching them, making them cry,
seeing the pain in their eyes, the fear. As he grew,
so did his tastes. By the time he had reached the age
of eighteen, his style had been refined. He would take
the woman into a deserted alley, hold a knife to her
throat and rape her, making small cuts in her skin as
he did so. But that hadn't been enough, and at age
twenty-five, almost ten years ago, he had completed
his first kill. A fresh faced eighteen year old
college student. The intense rush of pleasure he had
felt at that had intensified at each kill. The first
kill had been simple, just a strangling. But each
woman he had chosen as his next target, his need for
the kill had grown, the ideas, the way he could make
them suffer had increased. Until now, ten years later,
he was ready to do more than one woman in a night.
This bitch whore on the ground was nothing. Just
another target, just another kill. But the next woman,
the woman he was practising for was going to be
special. He was going to take his time with her, make
her scream until she was hoarse, make her eyes fill
with pain over and over again. He wanted to tell her,
in exact detail what he was going to do to her and see
the fear, hear her begging for her life. He was going
to keep the next woman for days, torturing and using
her, until his need was ready to be assuaged. It would
be so easy to take the woman he had chosen. Take her
away where no one would find them. To a place where
they wouldn't be disturbed, so he could do what he
wanted to her and no one would hear her. He felt
himself growing hard at the thought of what he had in
mind for this special woman. The only thing he had to
do now was to choose her. She had to be very special,
someone who seemed strong but would crack under the
slightest pressure of pain. Someone...someone like
that one trying to hide from him.
	He looked at the reflection in his knife and smiled
to himself. That one. She was going to be his next
target. The special woman on which he made a name for
himself. But the time he was finished with her, she
would be nothing but a bunch of teeth to make an
identification from. She was alright looking as well,
maybe not as pretty as his other victims but she had
that strong look about her, like nothing ever worried
the bitch. Well, her life was about to be worried.
Because he was going to worry it for her. The strong
ones always objected, tried to do more talking than
the ones like this one on the ground. This one, all
she did was cry and try to beg for her life. But the
other one would be smart, she'd try to outsmart him
and talk her way out of the fate destiny had in plan
for her. And he'd enjoy breaking her, inch by inch,
minute by minute until she was crying and screaming
and the terror in her eyes would hit home until she
realised she was going to die. And then, and only
then, when she had realised it, he would do it. He
would take a knife and start opening her up. Using
every way he knew how to create pain, he would make
that bitch suffer, like she had never suffered before
in her life.
	Kasey watched the man look up from the knife. She
tried to shrink back into the shadows but she knew,
the minute when his eyes connected with hers that he
had seen her, had probably know she was there from the
beginning. His mouth split open into an evil smile and
he licked his lips, eyeing her up and down, his black
eyes lighting up with malice. She could see into his
soul through those eyes and what she saw there
terrified her more than anything she had ever thought
possible. He brought the knife to the womans throat
and , with his eyes still on Kasey, he ran the blade
over the soft skin of the woman on the ground. There
was a muted choke, a scramble for air and then
nothing. The womans hand that had been grasping the
mans arm relaxed and dropped to the ground and her
head rolled to the side, giving Kasey a perfect view
of the now dull blue eyes. As she started backing
away, the man got to his feet and licked the knife
clean, making Kaseys stomach turn in revulsion. He
smiled at her again, his evil smile that made her fear
for her life and mouthed the words she clearly
understood...'You're next bitch'.