Hello, again!! Once again, thank you for all the reviews!!! I love them all! And they make me so happy! This probably isn't the most amazingly written chapter, but it was very hard to get accross what I imagined in my head. Really difficult to write it down...

Anyways, to Ithilwenn: I am terribly sorry, but I can not reveal the gender of the stalker. Cameron just says "His" because the general pronoun is male and she does not know for sure the gender of her stalker.

To RavennaNightwind: I love your comments! Reading the review for chapter 2 made me laugh so much! I really did adore your 15 sentence review! And yes, you guessed right. They are pictures. And they were a pain to describe without repeating myself too much...sigh...

So, here's chapter 3! Not told from anyone's perspective! Enjoy!!

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Cameron dropped the papers onto her carpeted floor as she rushed to the bathroom. The papers now lay out for the world to see. Photographs. Around forty or so lay there, menacingly.

The first one was just an innocent picture of her about to get into her car. The next was a close up of her eyes. They were brown then…Then, a close up of her hair. Damp, dark brown locks pulled into a low ponytail at the base of her neck.

They got more personal after this...

Her, eating lunch with Foreman and Chase at the hospital cafeteria. Close up of her enthusiastic grin as she chatted away with the two.

A shot as she got into her car and several shots following that almost like a sick recording that occasionally skipped.

A photo of her in the bathroom at the hospital as she fixed her hair. She could have sworn she was alone that day. Yes, that was one of the few days one of House's comments caused her to cry. She had run to the bathroom to wash the tears away and ended up getting her hair messed up.

The photos continued like this for a total of 20, all showing some scene of her at the hospital or out shopping. Then it got really freaky. There was a shot of her walking into her house. And then one of her locking the door…from the inside. Right about now is when she went to vomit.

The last 20 shots followed these. Her sitting on the sofa reading a magazine and drinking coffee.

There was a photo of her playing with Choco, the kitten she had to give away because she realized she was allergic.

There were photos of her getting into bed and even of her sleeping. She couldn't help but wonder what he did to her as she slept…

The last photo was of her in the shower. She always locked the door to her bathroom when she showered. And she didn't have a window in this bathroom.

All the photos were in some sort of awkward angle.

When she returned from her ten minute vomiting session, she took notice of a small piece of parchment. It was a beautiful shade of lilac and looked as though it would be used by some professional calligrapher. Written on it in the neatest handwriting she had ever seen were these words:

"My Beloved Princess

I am truly sorry that my love for you frightens you, but I will not allow you to belong to anyone aside from me. You are and shall remain mine for all of eternity. I will do anything for you. All you have to do is ask, my beloved.

Love Always

Your Prince"

As she read this, she could not help but let out a little laugh. Her first thought after reading this? "'Love Always' should be changed to 'Stalking You Always'"

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And that is where I got my title from. Yes, I had the letter already planned out. Well, it happening, not what it said...I wanted it to say something different, but this is what came out. Originally it was going to say "Stalking You Always" but most stalkers do not believe they are actually stalking the object of their affection, so it just didn't fit. Therefore Miss Cameron had to state it for me. Or think it...

Anyways, reviews really do make me happy, so keep 'em coming!!!