Disclaimer: Do you think I'm rich enough to own Degrassi? I do own the picture that I described for Stalker Angel, the story isn't mine, but the picture that is described is ;) I might draw it out so you guys can see it ;)

A/N: I apologize for the long wait. I have reasons, but I don't want to get into much detail about it. Don't hate me? Here is the second chapter. I was a little distracted with writing it, so I know it sucks…

Thanks to eclarerocks because she helped me plan out this chapter! This chapter is for you! Haha, it seems like you're the person that gets most dedications from me, oh wait, because you're awesome ;D

And, clareandeli4eva, she helped me with the picture for Stalker Angel, thanks friend! :)

Stalker Angel

Summary: With the help of Eli's father, he got permission from Clare's mother to let her go out of town and join Eli for the Gothic Tales Convention, little does Clare know that Eli has a tricky plan up his sleeve, and it will be two nights she won't forget.

They are turning my head out, to see what I'm all about. Keeping my head down, to see what it feels like now. But, I have no doubt. One day, we're gonna get out.

Lover's in Japan - Coldplay;

Chapter 2

After we ate at a fast food restaurant, we were finally at the hotel. Bullfrog and CeCe walked inside to get the reservation; Clare and I were stuck with getting the bags. I managed to carry half of them while she took hold of two of her own. We walked inside and Bullfrog held two keys in his hands.

"Okay so, the convention doesn't start for another hour. Here's your room." Bullfrog handed the key to me and I looked down at my full hands. I opened my mouth and he rolled his eyes and he slipped the card between my teeth. I looked over at Clare and she blinked a few times.

"I thought I was… sharing a room with CeCe." She stated in a soft whisper.

"I only told my mom that so she would let you come with me." I said.

Clare blushed and she nodded and followed me to the elevator after Bullfrog and CeCe grabbed their bags, leaving me with mine. I took the key out from my mouth and pressed the button with the arrow pointing up on the wall. Clare stepped inside as well as my parents before me and I walked in after them.

Dad had pressed a different button, because his room was on the third floor, while mine and Clare's is on the fourth. When the doors opened, mom and dad stepped out and before the doors closed, dad turned around and said, "Remember what I told you Eli, you two behave. I'm too young to be having grand kids."

The doors closed and Clare slapped my arm.

"What is he talking about?" A blush appeared on her cheeks and I chuckled.

"Clare, he was just being a dad. He told me to use protection if we're going to fuck." I said. Clare flinched at my choice of words and she just rubbed her arm uncomfortably. I glanced over at her and the doors opened. Clare stepped out before me, took the key from my hand and looked at the number. I followed her and she opened the door once she found the room.

Clare stepped into the room and I followed after her. I placed my bags on the bed on the far left, while Clare took the bed to the right. She was quiet while she pulled out a pair of clothes. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but I stopped myself from doing so.

"I'm going to take a shower." Clare said softly.

"Can I join you?" I smirked.

I figured cracking a joke might lighten up the mood, but the look in Clare's eyes when she shook her head told me otherwise. She walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I flinched and frowned. Was she mad at me? One minute we were okay, and fooling around in the back of my dad's truck, now she's being insensitive and very weird on the sex subject.

We have talked about it before, when we were in my room having the most heated make-out session. But, I told her, like always, that I will wait when she is ready.

Clare's virginity is something I really couldn't wait to take, because that means we would be closer and I would be forever hers, and she would be forever mine – as cliché as it sounds. I sighed and pulled the Gothic Tales comic book out of my bag and flipped it open to my story.

I read through it, and blanked out, remembering when I told Clare of the ending, when I changed it again.

"He slits her throat, drinks her blood and forever they are one."

I smirked, remembering how scared she looked. I went home after dropping her off and explained to her that I wasn't going to kill her. That it's just a fictional story. She was still very hesitant about it, but she soon got over it. I lay on the bed, reading my story again, and after a few minutes, Clare walked out, wearing one of the many floral dresses she owns, and I smiled at her.

She smiled faintly at me and placed her dirty clothes in a plastic bag that she grabbed a few seconds ago. I sighed and got up, walking to her. Clare flinched when I placed my hands on her shoulders.

"Clare what's wrong?" I whispered.

"Nothing—

"Don't lie to me, please." I interrupted her.

Clare sighed. "I'm just… I don't want your parents thinking that you and I are going to be having sex… just because we're sharing a room together."

I barked out a laugh and spun her around, wrapping my arms around her waist. She blinked up at me and I pushed her curly hair behind her ear. "Clare, I'm not going to have sex with you. I mean, you know how my dad is. I already told him countless times that we're not going to have sex. He's just you know… being himself." I explained.

Clare nodded and she wrapped her arms around my neck. She got up on her tip toes and kissed me. I kissed her back and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Clare pulled away and she smiled up at me.

"Come on, we have to get to the convention."

"Clare, we have about thirty minutes until then, we can stay here, relax." I reached up and cupped her neck, and watched her lips tug into a small smile. I was just about to lean down and kiss her again, but she beat me to it, her lips clashing over mine. Clare slipped her tongue between my lips and I kissed her back.

She raked her fingers in my hair and I pushed her on the bed, my upper body lying on top of hers while my lower body lay comfortably between her legs. Clare whimpered when I pressed my hips into hers and I pulled my lips back to kiss her neck. Clare gasped and I pushed my hand up her side and cradled it over her breast through the low collar of her dress.

"Eli, we can't… not now!" Clare moaned.

I ignored her, and pushed my hips into hers harder. She cried out and arched her back into me.

"I love that sound." I whispered huskily.

"W-what sound?" Clare asked.

"Clare you know what sound I'm speaking of." I responded.

"What sound?" She asked again.

I pressed my hips into hers, and rubbed myself against her, listening to her whimper in her throat. Clare separated her legs and she wrapped them around my waist, pulling me closer to her. I groaned and thrust my hips faster, listening to her whimper in my ear.

Just as it was getting good, a knock on the door caused us to pull away from each other, Clare somehow ended up at the top of the bed while I scooted so far away that my back came in contact with the wall, hard. Of course it had to be my dad walking in, and my mom following behind him. They switched glances between us and I looked away; Clare was blushing and fixing her dress.

"Did we interrupt something?" Dad asked.

"No." We both answered a bit quickly.

Dad and mom rolled their eyes and elbowed each other's sides suggestively. I thought it was funny, but Clare continued to look at the ground as if she just walked in on me naked or something. The thought made me laugh and roll my eyes.

"Okay, we'll pick you kids up in a little while."

"You're not coming in?" I asked as Clare and I climbed out of the truck.

"We'll be coming in later. We have stuff to do." Dad said.

I nodded and took Clare's hand, and waved them off as they drove away, leaving Clare and me in front of the building. I turned around and glanced over at her. She smiled up at me. "Well, let's get this party started." Clare led me inside and I smirked and trailed behind her.

The inside was full of an enormous sea of people. There a bunch of amazingly drawn and painted posters hanging up on the wall with the author's stories written off to the side of it. I got a little too excited, and I practically ran across the room, dragging Clare behind me. I was surprised I didn't tear her arm off. I looked up on the wall and smiled, looking at the drawing that was used for my story. It was simple, but very detailed.

Rachel had her throat slit, and blood was dripping down into the white dress she wore, it was pretty layered and thin straps, and she was in Malcolm's arms, with a knife against her throat and he was kissing her neck. At the top of the poster there was a very faded drawing of Malcolm drinking Rachel's blood, and it was dribbling down his chin and into the white t-shirt he wore. The idea itself was very morbid, having someone draw it out like this made my day. I looked over at Clare and she looked horrified.

"As if the story was enough." Clare said.

"Ha ha, I know, but it's really amazing though, the drawing." I responded.

"It is, but I think it's more morbid than your story." She giggled.

I shrugged. "I agree, but it's still cool."

"It is. I'm really proud of you." Clare smiled.

I pulled her into a hug and kissed her, in front of everybody. I could feel her face burning, but she soon relaxed and she kissed me back, her fingers coming up to lace through my hair. The kiss was short, but I didn't mind.

"So, what are we going to do after this?" Clare asked as we both walked around to look at the other posters.

"Anything you want." I whispered in her ear.

She looked up at me, blinking curiously. "Anything?" Clare asked.

I nodded.

"Anything."

Clare smiled and she leaned up and placed her hand next to her mouth and she whispered something in my ear, making my lips curl up slowly into a wicked grin.

"If you're up to it." I said as she pulled away.

"I am," She responded and leaned up to kiss my cheek, "that's why I suggested it."

I chuckled and kissed her temple.

If only she knew what I was planning for her.

End of Chapter 2

Okay so to be honest, I didn't really understand the whole competition for the Gothic Tales entry thing. So, I figured that I would just add in here that a few people got their stories selected to be published, as well as Eli's. Adding the painted posters was a good idea neh? I think it would've been awesome to do that! So, yeah. This chapter was a little longer than the other, do you guys like it? The next chapter you get to find out what Clare and Eli are going to do :)

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Until then..