Hey people, animals and other life forms that are reading this stuff. I just want to say thanks for following this and for the good reception this story received. Oh and I'm a dirty, dirty liar. This is gonna be longer than two chapters.

To Kayla:

Well here is the more you were looking forward to, hope it was worth the wait! And is Jack a normal human? Is he not? I know, but you don't. *insert evil laugh here* Wait and see. All will be explained soon my precious reader :).

To That-Cheeky-Bat:

Hehehe... Cold penises. Every damn time I read that I laugh. Moving on, I love yo- I mean thanks for the review... More detail shall be added and I look forward to the next chapter of WAITING ON A DREAM, I repeat, WAITING ON A DREAM. That all my readers should go check out if they haven't, one more time, WAITING ON A DREAM. I don't do subtlety.

And thanks to Kat nee-san, I, PlatinumOwl (Awesome pen name mate!), NerdyLittleCray, AyameKitsune, Guest (Who due to the lack of a name, shall now be referred to Kelvin), Farore's Howl and last but not least, Lady Minuialwen.

Without further ado, here's chapter two!

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When Jack left for work, he couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched. Infact, he woke up feeling uneasy, and not just because of the shame in his boxers from the previous nights dream. It was almost like he was being followed by someone who didn't want to be seen. He sighed at his own strange thoughts 'Nothing strange ever happens in Burgess, Jack, you're loosing your mind' he told himself. He patted all of his pockets searching for his nametag, only to find it replaced with a small bar of chocolate. This had been occurring for quite some time, he'd look for something in his room, discover it's missing and find the most delicious chocolate he'd ever eaten in it's place which didn't usually bother him.

But one time his pendant went missing. He was distraught. It was the only thing his father had left him, it was a silver snowflake with blue gems decorating it, he cried himself to sleep that night. He woke to find it resting on a large bar of chocolate on his bedside cabinet with a note that read:

I'm so sorry Jack, I had no idea it meant so much to you, but it just summed you up so well. I left you a large bar of Hazelnut cream, I know it's your favourite. I know this may seem creepy but I swear I mean you no harm. I hope you can forgive me Jack, I've grown very fond of you mate.
Take care of yourself.

Love, E.A.B

Since that note he never felt alone, he felt safe in fact, knowing that this mysterious person was looking after him, but now on his way to work, he felt like he was being observed. It was deeply unsettling. But he had a job to do so he sucked it up, and went about his day.

Pitch followed the boy all day. As it turns out, Jack was 19, worked at a winter sports shop and after work went to the local ice rink to teach children how to skate. There was nothing noteworthy about Jack except his abnormal good looks and crazy flexibility. So Pitch was having a hard time figuring out how Aster could extract the amount of energy he could from Jack. Jack was a puzzle, and Pitch was going to solve it even if it was the last thing he did.

He was drawn to the boy in a way he couldn't explain. Every move Jack made captivated him, he could see why Aster chose this one. It was night when Jack got to his apartment, he had eaten while he was out so he brushed his perfect teeth, showered and went to bed. And if Pitch jerked off to the image of Jack naked and wet in the shower, no one saw him so no harm done.

Pitch left when Jack fell asleep, but not before sprinkling a generous amount of nightmare sand on Jacks sleeping form.

"Sweet dreams, Jack!" he chuckled slipping into the shadow as Jacks' peaceful expression contorted into fear. "Fear looks good on you..."

Aster hummed happily as he added his latest item to his collection, a collection of little bits and peices he took from Jacks room, pens, doodles, a photo of Jack with his friends (and if Jacks' now 19 year old friends got extra sweets at easter, well it wasn't his fault he dropped his baskets in their rooms!), and even his pillow case. He often thought he was obsessed with his regular, 'but hey that's why they were regulars' that's the lie he told himself. He was in love with Jack, it took a stolen pair of boxers and a intervention from Tooth before he admitted it.

It hurt loving someone you can't touch for fear of killing them, but at least he could watch over and protect him. And Jack hadn't shown the police the note he wrote or been to any therapy sessions so they're good signs, right?

Speaking of signs, a beeping from the globe in his Warren drew his attention away from his shrine only to have it refocused on Jack for a different reason...

Worry.

Aster was worried because that was the Jack alarm, it only beeped when another Incubus or Succubus got to close to Jacks room for comfort. So needless to say Aster was there in a flash. He jumped through the open window and saw Jack screaming and crying in his sleep. It was very distressing to see Jack's usually fun, kind and happy face twisted in fear. It got worse when Jack screamed "NO! BUNNY PLEASE STOP."

Bunny wanted to reach out, to touch him, nuzzle him and stroke his hair as he told him it's fine because he's here and not what ever dark creature that's in that nightmare. But he didn't. He couldn't. So he looked around the room and found a catchers mitt on top of a wardrobe and stuck it on a hockey stick he saw in a corner.

"Shh, Jack mate, you're safe. I'm here..." he whispered as he stroked Jack with his Glove-on-a-Stick (patent pending) until his breathing became less erratic. That's when he noticed the black sand on his regulars' pillow. A low, dangerous growl left his throat as he went to check his mark under Jacks' window ledge. The bunny he drew to mark this donor as his, now had a shadow.

"Pitch!" He spat, " Don't worry Jack, I'll protect you mate."

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Let me know what you think!:) thanks for reading guys x