Hello, people. This is certainly not my first fanfic, but it is the first fic I consider worth anything. And it's my first House, M.D. ficcie. Anyways, this is a little thing that popped right out of my brain a few minutes ago after watching a creepy music video and reading a creepy fanfic. I've wanted to write something for a while, I just never had any good ideas. Hopefully this will turn out decent. If you actually like this, I'd appreciate it greatly if you'd review and tell me. Also, I'm not perfect and I do make mistakes, so constructive criticism is much welcomed. Flames are not...they make me feel depressed and worthless...SO ENJOY!!!
Cameron is being stalked. Everywhere she goes, she can feel those looming, possessive eyes watching her. But who is her stalker? Is it someone she knows? Or someone she's treated? And what's worse, will her friends be able to save her before it's too late?
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She could feel my eyes following her every move. I knew she could. It has been two weeks since I started watching her. Two weeks now she has belonged to me and me alone. Even though I have been aware of her existence for so very long, it was not until recently I was able to watch her. To show her just how much she meant to me. Everythin g about her was exceedingly brilliant. Her beautiful brown hair and the way it curled only the slightest bit, her perfect white teeth she flashes every morning as a greeting, the slightest hint of a strawberry scent around her (be it perfume or shampoo), and the way her eyes change colors with her mood.
I took notice of this first. Emerald green was the color that showed when she found herself in a meloncholly state of mind. Brilliant cerulean blue meant she was contet or even excited. And bright chocolate brown was the color her eyes chose when she was deep in thought. This I saw most often. Until two weeks ago. I learnt of a new color her eyes could change. An unnatural, yet striking, combination of the three previous colors. Her eyes would show this new beautiful shade only when I secretly watched her. It was fear.
Every time I saw her eyes this shade I could not help but feel thrilled, for this exquiset shade was reserved for only me. No one else extracted the rare combination from my princess aside from me. And the shade was reserved only for me to view, for she would not allow herself to experience the fear in front of her co workers and especially not in front of her boss. This pleased me immensly. It was one of many acts the proved to me she was mine and only mine. My Allison Marie Cameron.
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Yeah, I know, it's really short. Well I'm actually writing more as soon as I post this. I wanted to try to leave it at something slightly dramatic and this seemed proper. Not quite a cliffie, but still dramatic enough to leave ya wanting more...I hope. And also, I don't know Cameron's middle name and I'm too lazy to see if there is an official unspoken one for her (Like Wrath in FMA is known as Moofy.) and I think Marie fits nicely with the name Allison, so yeah, deal with it! And I think I'm going to tell the story in several perspectives, so be prepared. Heh, I'll let ya know whose POV it is at the time, so don't worry. Obviously it's now the stalker's POV.
And I honestly have no idea how this fic is going to go, so it could possibly have a higher rating later on. Just remember, if you like the fic, reviews keep me updating!! So please review!!!