Carrie walked in from going out to check the mail. Tossing aside the mail, a letter caught her eye. On it, a little pink heart adorned the seal, and no return address was on the front. Carrie picked up the letter, and tore into it like a bloodthirsty wolf. Her eyes grew wide as she read: "My love, I have longed for you for many seasons. Meet me at the Grand Oak at sunset, Valentines Eve. I'll be there. With passionate love~" Unfortunately, she wasn't involved with anyone, and the author left no signature. Carrie's mind whirled with questions and spun with emotion. 1

Should she go? If she goes, what will happen? Is this the lost love of her life? What if its someone she knows? Carrie sighed. "Whatever I do, I'll regret it." She set aside the letter, and crawled into bed, tomorrow was Valentines Day, and she would rest before sunset. 2

It was 6:30. Carrie was driving down the road, to Great Oak lane. The sun was slowly setting as she saw the Grand Oak appear on the horizon. She sped up a little bit, exhilarated by the thrill of the unknown. Sure, she might regret this, but she might also fall in love. "Love is worth chances right?" she murmured to the empty seat next to her. 3

Arriving at the Grand oak, she looked around. Just behind the tree, a dark, tall shape loomed out ahead of her. "Come and sit, my darling." He spoke softly, gesturing to the picnic blanket under the tree, facing the bloodstained sunset that swallowed up the moor beneath it. She walked up to the blanket, beginning to sit down, and suddenly he spoke. "Wait! Let me light this candle.. then we may.. talk." He drew his words out calmly. After he lighted the candle, she sat down, looking nervously over her shoulder as he sat down. She still couldn't see his face, he was wearing a fedora and a trench coat. Funny mix.. she giggled at the sight of him. When he looked at the giggling brunette questioningly, she shook her head. "How did you know my address?" She asked him, the thought just occurring to her, when he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. She tried to scream but he covered her mouth. I knew it. I knew I was going to regret this, now look. Now for all I know, I'm going to be raped, murdered, and my remains scattered across the region. She thought despairingly. Why had she trusted such a man? It was obvious that she was in trouble. All of a sudden, the situation took an unexpected turn.4

Here she was. He was pulling her closer, drawing her into his arms. She squirmed, the fear showing in her eyes. She tried to scream, when she sensed another presence with them. Great! He brought his buddy to come share me. How wonderful. She craned her head to see another shadow stalking through the trees. He let go of her, and took his hand off her mouth. Then, he whispered into her ear, "I don't know who that is, and I'm just trying to protect you. When I give the signal, you throw that plate at your car, and run the opposite direction as fast as you can." He got on his toes, but still crouched low. She waited, until he gave the signal. Carrie threw the plate as hard as she could at her car, shuddering at the thought of hurting her car. Then, they both jumped up and ran down to the moor as fast as they could. They stopped at the edge of the moor, and disappeared into some woodland.  5

Carrie turned and looked at him. "I think we're safe for awhile. By the way.. I never caught your name." she spoke with a soft giggle. "Jason. Nice to meet you finally, Carrie." As if Mother Nature knew it was time to make things worse, it started raining. The couple dashed through the woods, flattening the undergrowth and stumbling loudly. After a moments run, they came to a more sheltered thickness of trees. It was shadowy and foreboding, but dry. She ran in, and turned around to find herself enclosed in Jason's arms. She laughed, looking deeply into her eyes, when she saw a deep disturbance. "This could be the last day of our lives, if that person finds us." He said, his eyes clouded with grief as if he were thinking he would never see Carrie again. He leaned forward, kissing her as if all the passion in the world burned through him at that very moment. 6

Carrie and Jason were asleep under a tree, entwined in each-others arms,  as their attacker sneaked up on them, silently. Jason roused, and woke Carrie when he heard a twig snap. They looked around, they were as good as a deer stuck in a hunter's house. Suddenly, Jason lurched forward as Carrie heard a thunderous crack explode behind them. That vile being just shot the love of my life, whom I've known for a night. She burned with more fury than Jason burned with passion that night. She would kill their attacker. As if he thoughts were spoken aloud, the attacker grabbed Carrie by the hair, and dragged her across the small clearing. Sitting on her, she could see his face, a dark gouge mark above his left eye revealed a vicious fight. Screaming as he pulled out a long knife, she squirmed. She would fight 'till the death. Her attacker held her arms down with his feet, a weird position, but none the less deadly. Taking the sharp, murderous knife and digging it into one arm, he started his vicious mission. After that, he took after the other arm. Now he had no need to hold her arms down. By now, Carrie was screaming bloody murder, which was perfect for the situation. He tore her shirt off. Come on, really? she thought. What perfect timing to sexually indulge himself. But no, instead of removing her pants as well, he took the knife and dragged it from her collarbone, down a little ways, not deeply enough to kill her. She spat up blood in his face. "Take that, you..." She didn't have time to finish. A sly grin tore across his face. He got off of her, set the knife down, and went into the wood. Just like that? He walks away? Is he insane? Well, that was a stupid question. I'll go after him, and I'll tear him to shreds like a bloodthirsty wolf. She picked up the knife, despite being lightheaded from all the blood she lost, she darted after him. Only to see him coming after her with matches and a can of gasoline. He took off at a crazy pace towards her, threw himself on her and sneered. "Hell, I was going to rape you, but I mind as well leave your pants on if I wish to have something to light on fire." A lopsided smirk ran across his mouth and he gave in to start kissing her neck. Then, holding her down with one hand, he poured gasoline on her body, and lighted a match. Her body went up in flames at once, and she screamed for mercy. Her skin was melting away, and her face became distorted as she jumped on her attacker to give one last scar. 7