New York City:

***

“There was another one last night” Brian said with a hint of disbelief in his voice. “That’s three nights in a row. Creeeeepy!”

“What are you talking about?” Howie asked, walking into the dressing room and heading towards a table that held a spread of catered food.

“Somebody is going around killing girls.” Brian said, turning the pages of the New York Times. “Three so far.”

“I hate this city” Howie said with an exaggerated shudder.

“Shit” Brian said, continuing to read.

“What?”

“The girl last night...oh my God....it says she’d been to the show and never made it home. They found her in an alley early this morning”

“Our show?” Howie asked, his eyes growing wide.

Brian nodded.

***

“Meet me later?” he whispered to the young blonde girl backstage. She was scantily dressed and her make-up was horribly heavy.

The girl looked up at him with a surprised expression on her face.

He smiled suggestively at her and she slowly nodded, not believing her luck.

“But don’t tell anyone, okay?” he said, running his hand down her back.

***

A dense fog enveloped the city, making it easy to hide, easy to remain unseen.

He saw her walking cautiously down the street towards her and he felt the excitement rising in his stomach. She nearly walked past him, the fog was so heavy.

“Psst.”

She jumped and looked back, her face filled with fright.

“It’s me. Come here”

She moved a little closer and her face softened into a smile as she recognized his voice.

“What’s with the mask?” she said, poking him in the stomach. “Halloween isn’t for two more days”

“I know. Just didn’t want to get mobbed, you know?”

“You sure picked a scary place to meet” she said, her voice high and annoying.

“I know. I’m sorry.” he said, extending his hand in an invitation.

She put her hand in his and they walked a few steps down the street. They came to a dark alley and he pulled her into it. She didn’t protest. She trusted him even though they’d only met a few hours before.

“Do you trust me?” he said, his voice breathy

“Well yeah. You’re a Backstreet Boy. You’re...”

He silenced her with a finger on her lips. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her body tightly to his.

“Back here” he said, pulling her down the alley by the hand. She looked behind her to be sure they weren’t being followed. Common sense left her. She had wanted him for so long and had always told herself if she got the chance, she’d do anything to be with him. She didn’t care if he wanted to fuck her in the presidential suite of the finest hotel or behind a dumpster in an alley.

They slipped into a shadow and he pressed her against a wall, grinding his hips against hers.

“Take off your mask so I can kiss you” she purred into his ear.

He slowly shook his head no and roughly grabbed her breasts, grinding his growing erection against her. She moaned out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, her hands reaching around to grab his ass.

He tore open her tiny sweater, ripped at her bra and began massaging her breasts, teasing each nipple with a painful pinch.

He pushed up her short skirt and tore off her delicate lace panties. She kissed his neck, her hands moving up to tangle in his hair.

He slid one of his gloved hands down between her legs and rubbed her slowly before moving slightly lower beginning to probe her wet folds.

“Aren’t you going to take off your gloves?” she said, her voice shaking.

Again he shook his head and slipped a long finger, still covered with thin, soft leather into her.

“Mmmm....kinky” she said with a slight giggle.

Her head fell back and she moaned as his expert fingers filled her. She quickly was overcome by a powerful orgasm and she clawed at the heavy wool of his coat.

He took a small step back and unbuckled his pants, freeing himself from their confines. She smiled appreciatively and reached out to stroke him.

He grabbed her wrists and pressed them above her head, and pressed himself against her. She instinctively wrapped one leg around his hip and pulled him into her.

His thrusts were fast and deep and she cried out as he slammed into her over and over again.

She paid no attention as he released her hands, and she didn’t’ notice the thin piano wire slip around her neck until it was too late.

He plunged himself into her completely, pressing her so firmly against the wall that she couldn’t move...couldn’t fight.

She stared into his eyes, terrified by the evil sparkle in them as he strangled her. As the life begin to fade from her body, and her eyes begin to grow dim, he released into her with powerful spurts. His orgasm left him weak and he fell away from her, nearly falling to the ground. Her lifeless body crumpled to the dirty pavement, her arms and legs sprawled out before her.

He turned from her, straightened his clothes and walked back down the alley, never looking back.

***

“AAAAAAAAAGH!!!!” a masked figure screamed into Brian’s face as he turned the corner to head into the dressing room.

Startled, he jumped backwards, losing his balance and falling hard on his ass.

“JESUS!” he shouted, still trying to move backwards despite being on the floor.

“AAAAhahahahahaha! Gotcha!!” AJ said, pulling the mask off and laughing so hard he had to steady himself by leaning against the wall.

“You scared the mud outta me!” Brian laughed..

“Boo!” AJ said, making him jump again.

“Where the hell did you get that?” Brian asked, referring to the mask.

“This?” AJ said, tossing the mask at Brian. “I found it in the bottom of Nick’s locker.”