Be Careful Who You`re Stalking

It was after midnight. The moon hid his face behind a serrated cloud, submerging the night in sinister twilight. It seemed that the world hat fallen asleep, even the houses had closed their eyes, as she was walking down the street in a quick pace. From time to time she turned round to see if someone followed her, but no person was to be seen on the empty street and only the sound of her clicking heels was to be hear in the still of the night. She finally stopped in front of a terraced house that was just as sleeping as the other hourses. She walked along the fence that was drawn around the house; it was hight, made of white stakes that ended in sharp points. Behind the fence was a big garden that someone had tended with caring hands; the lilies in the flowerbed gleamed like white wax in the moonlight, and another flowerbed obviously should be made; the earth had already been turned over. She walked back towards the maindoor and listened carefully. When everything stayed silent, she took a little wire out of her pocket and put it into the lock. She turned it a bit to the right and it clicked. The painted door opened without a sound and she sneaked into the dark room. Suddenly a startling thought flashed through her mind. What would she do, if he came early today? He would call the police, surely, cause there was a name for what she was doing: stalking. But no, she tried to calm herself, he would never know that someone had been in his house. She wasn`t a simple burglar, she was his fan; he would know that she had done it out of love, out of adoration for him. She only wanted to know how he was living; it would bring him somehow closer to her. Her look fell upon a photoalbum and she took it out of the bookshelf. What photos would be there in this album? Would she find a photo of him as a child? A photo of his friends? Or one of his last lover? She caressed ist back as if it was made of red satin. She sight and scolded herself. His album was the last thing she should hold in her hands, and his house was the last place she should be. She put the album back and headed towards the door.

„Did you find what you`ve been looking for?“ a cool melodious voice said. She swung round and stared into the darkness. He leant against the wall watching her. What the hell was he doing here? He should be at the theatre right now. No, he had every right to be here, she reminded herself. The blood rose to her face. „I`m sorry.“ She managed to murmur and kept on walking towards the door. „I`m going.“

„I don`t think so.“ With an incredible quick move he blocked the door. She lowered her head not daring to look at his angelic face with the olive skin and these dark eyes that seemed to have hypnotized her since she first saw him. She had done quite a few foolish things in her life, but this crowned it all. „Please.“ Her lips trembled and she felt tears prick behind her eyes. „I`m sorry. I know I shouldn`t have done this.“

„Probably not.“ He said unimpressed.

„I don`t know what I was thinking. It won`t happen again.“

„No.“ She heard the clicking of a key that was turned inside the lock and raised her head in surprise. A sinister glimmer flared up in his eyes. „You`ve been spying on me for quite a while. Watching me, appearing at places I was supposed to be, and now you`re here.“ He took off his black leatherjacket and hung it at the coathook. He was wearing tight black jeans and a red T-Shirt, obviously one of his favourite outfits, and it suited him devilishly well.

„So,“ he turned to her again and walked slowly through the room. His lissom momvenments reminded her of a panther that was sneaking towards his prey, apparently calm and relaxed, but the tension of his muscles showed that he was just waiting for the right moment to jump. But instead of jumping and tearing her apart, he just sat down on a comfortable armchair. „Why don`t you sit down?“ he pointed to somewhere behind her back. She turned round, but didn`t saw a chair, so she carefully sat down on the edge of his bed that was covered with a large white sheet. She definitely didn`t know how to deal with such a situation; why was he so friendly towards her?

„Will you call the police?“ she asked hesitating.

He pierced her with his beatuiful eyes and shook his head slowly. „I don`t think this will be necessary.“ He smirked slightly.

„I saw your garden. You have a nice flowerbed. Do you plan to make another one?“ she tried to involve him into a smalltalk to cover up the strange stituation of sitting with an almost unknown man, who had locked the door a few minutes ago, in his house, that she had broken in.

„I like lilies. And it`s a good place to bury curious fans.“

She looked up at him expecting to see a sarcastic smile, but his face was absolutely blank. He replied her glance with dark glowing eyes and she swallowed nervously. „You have a very weird sense of humour.“

His lips curled into a little smirk. „Weirder than someone who breaks into a house not wanting to steal anything?“

Her skin prickled under the intensitiy of his scrutinizing gaze; she cleared her throat, but was unable to speak.

„So, what did you want here?“ he asked.

She kneaded her hands nervously.

„Tell me!“ he insisted.

„I wanted to know how you`re living.“ Her voice was hardly a whisper.

He raised his beautifully formed eyebrows. „Why?“

„I wanted to know who you are.“

„You know who I am.“

„No.“ A vivid sparkle appeared in her eyes. „I`m not talking about who you`re on stage. I wanted to know the REAL you.“

He looked at her thoughtfully. „Maybe I`m as I appear to be on stage.“

„No, I don`t think so.“ she shook her head. „You`re a brilliant actor, but noone can be that evil like the characters you portray.“

He leaned forwards, an ironical smirk stole into his eyes. „If I was like them, you`d be deeply in trouble, don`t you think?“ He stared at her intensely, trying to paralyse her with the fiery darkness in his eyes, that seemed to have risen up straight from hell. He got up and walked in a very slow pace towards her without taking his eyes from her. She suddenly felt close to a panic and tried desperately to think about what to do, but her mind was completely blank. She just stared at him with widened eyes, as he stopped before her and took something shimmering from the bedside table. It was a sharp silver knife. She stifled a scream and kept on staring at him, not wanting to believe what was happening. Terror clasped her heeart and she hardly could breathe. He leaned in and brought his blazing eyes much too close to her face. „You REALLY would be in trouble.“ His voice was velvet, but underneath sharp points scratched at the surface. Suddenly he started laughing loudly and stars were dancing in his dark eyes. „Did I scare you?“ he smiled cheekily. „I didn`t mean to. But you must admit that you deserve a little punishment for breaking into my house, don`t you?“

She nodded slightly, relieved that the tension had disappeared. He put his left arm around her waist, leaned forwards, kissed her lips passionately and pressed firmly against her.

Several minutes lager he stood in front of the white sheets that clistened crimson now. He would have to buy a buket of lilies for his new flowerbed. He sighed looking down almost regretfully onto the body. Would these fans ever learn to respect a man`s privacy?