The Dark Side of my Mind

Stalking

A/n: Now, I never have had this happen to me, but I have heard plenty of horror stories about it happening to other people. And all I can say is that I hope it NEVER does happen to me. I'd probably wind up killing the idiot out of either pure fright or annoyance. I really don't like people following me, like, at all even if it's only briefly. It makes me twitchy in a paranoid way.

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Wolf's Prey

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She had to see him again. Since she had first run into him outside of that bar, he had been on her mind. She absolutely adored his looks; his soft-as-silk dark blonde (almost brown) hair, those stunning dark brown (nearly black) eyes, the deep tan his skin had from hours outside, and that he was muscular (but not overly so) was just an added bonus in her opinion. Now she just needed to discover what his personality was like. His appearance would mean squat if he was a total asshole.

It was this fact that had Shayleigh traveling back to the city where she had met him without her pack. Travelling without her pack allowed her to take a bus. She didn't trust planes! Nothing that left the ground could mean anything good. Just look at the birds! The annoying, little shit hawks! Though.... At least song birds had a redeeming quality to them, unlike the ones that only made a bunch of racket and couldn't actually carry a melody.

She shook her head to dispel the thoughts that were circling through her head. She was getting off topic here. She needed to come up with a plan to gain his attention.... One that wouldn't see her being caught by the authorities.

Thankfully she had another few hours before she would arrive at her destination. 

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He wasn't sure if he should be flattered or annoyed that he had a secret admirer or not.... Or would stalker be a more appropriate term. He really didn't know what to make of this situation at all.

For weeks he had noticed odd things happening. Boxes of take-out food from his favourite restaurants would show up on his door step. While he normally wouldn't trust free food just showing up at his door like this..... They were from his favourite restaurants and they obviously weren't poisoned or anything as he was still here and he hadn't gotten sick after eating any of the boxes of take-out.

Then there were the times when he was on his way to his next job only to get there to find that the tasks were already done and the home owner was paying him, praising him for finding such an amazing helper. Now that puzzled him. He didn't have a helper, he was a solo worker. Though, he wasn't going to complain if it helped him get done sooner with all his jobs and still get payed for them.... In fact, this helped him to take on even more jobs.

He had asked what this helper looked like because he hadn't actually seen said person. The description he received was of a young teenage woman with wild-looking, long and dark auburn-almost black hair and deep, sparkling brown eyes. She had a healthy tan and while extremely slim, she was obviously fit as she had no problem pushing a lawnmower around, that and she was obviously use to working outdoors as she would have everything done within an hour and would be at the next job before he could even finish one job.

There were also all the other little gifts that he would find in his mailbox. Cologne and aftershave brands that he liked. DVDs of movies that he had been wanting to watch, but never got around to seeing them in theater or buying the DVD. Home game tickets to all his favourite teams whenever he had a day off. And it was all payed for, if the receipts were anything to go by.