I honestly was going to update Thursday like I said...but it just never happened...Though I did get my driver's liscense, finally!!

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So, this chapter gets reeeally intense towards the end. Originally, it wasn't supposed to go like this...But it flowed so well. Definitely not one of my better chapters, but I hope you all enjoy it!

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I was correct in assuming he'd leave me a pretty dress after I showered, but I never assumed anything could be this gorgeous. It was Victorian styled, just as the nightgowns he'd leave me. It would look out of place, but that was okay.

It was long and black and had a lower neckline, but not too low. The sleeves poofed out right at my shoulders, but were formfitting all the way down to my forearm where a tuft of lilac fabric flowed loosely and ended at my knuckles. Deep purple gloves began right where the formfitting ended and covered my fingertips. They were matched by a deep purple corset that began right under my breasts and formed a V-shape where it ended at my hips. The dress poofed out of the corset and lilac lace was sown right where my knees would be. It continued down to my ankle where more lilac lace poked out. The shoes that accompanied the beautiful dress were white Victorian styled boots. A black choker was also there to complement the attire. It, too, contained the lilac lace sown at the top and bottom.

(Really Long Author's Note: I had a rough time describing this dress…but it's pretty much modeled after (or stolen from) the manga Godchild. It was worn by a chickie called Eliza in the chapter Lion Crest of Volume 2. If anyone reads Godchild, pick up volume 2, flip to near the end, and there's the dress she's wearing…if you don't read Godchild, well, good luck trying to decipher my horrid description…(AKA READ IT!))

It was a little gothic for my taste, true, but it was very beautiful. To go along with the dress was a make-up set with a note. The set contained everything I'd need. The note told me I was free to choose what type of make-up I wore. Since I was wearing such an elegant dress, I choose to go all out. Blush, eye shadow, foundation, lip stick, you name it, I probably put it on. Everything was in small amounts, of course. I didn't want to look like a slut or hoochie mama. Nor did I want to draw attention away to the natural beauty of the dress. So all the make-up I wore was in moderation.

The dance began at 5:30. So, being the early bird that I was, I left about 5 and arrive at 5:20. I was not the first one there, though. Naturally, Cuddy was there. She was the Dean, of course. And she looked quite beautiful in her flowy black, white, and pink dress. There were a few others as well. Some women in a variety of pink, purple, yellow, and white dresses. A well-known lesbian I knew as Doctor Shultz was wearing black slacks and a pink button up shirt, conversing with Cuddy. Somehow, I figured she'd be the only female wearing pants. A few men were also standing around. House was nowhere to be seen and I assumed I'd only see him at the end of the party. Or he'd show up in the middle, announce it to Cuddy, and leave.

I also failed to see Wilson. My heartbeat escalated. I had really hoped my stalker was bluffing and he never did take Wilson. If Wilson gets hurt because of me I'd never forgive myself. Maybe he would show up later. I doubted it.

And apparently, my stalker was to show up later, too. By now, my heart raced so fast I began to think I'd have a heart attack. Was I really about to find out who he was? Why show himself in such a crowded place? Then again, why not? It might just be so crowded, no one notices. Perfectly hidden amongst all the dancers.

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It was almost seven and still no Wilson. I had danced with several people by now, but none had claimed to be my Prince. Cuddy caught me right as I was going to sit down. Another song began to play.

"Hey, there. How have you been so far?" She smiled at me. I shrugged.

"Okay, I guess. You?"

"Surprisingly, I've had a lot of fun. But I couldn't help noticing that Wilson hasn't showed up. Was he supposed to meet you here?"

"Oh, no. Sorry, he called me before I left and informed me he caught whatever it was I had a few days ago. His voice was almost gone, so I told him I'd tell you he couldn't make it. I guess it slipped my mind. I'm sorry." My story for not showing up four days ago had come in handy. I really hoped she wasn't as suspicious as House and believed me.

"Oh. Okay. It's fine. I just assumed he'd be here with you. You could have stayed home to take care of him. If you wanted to."

"Wait, what? I didn't have to come?" This was news to me…

"Yeah. You could have staye-" I cut her off before she could finish.

"House told me this was mandatory."

"For him, yes. For everyone else, no. He never goes to these fundraising events, so I told him he had no choice in the matter. I didn't think he'd make you go. Did you not want to come?"

"No, it's not that. I've just been under a lot of stress lately and I was hoping to spend this weekend sleeping. And Wilson's sick…I'm sorry." I sighed. Honestly, no, I did not want to be here. But I couldn't say that to Cuddy. It'd be rude. She grinned at me, though.

"How 'bout I make it up to you, okay. Dance with me once, and you can go home." I was a bit surprised. What was with everyone wanting to dance with me tonight? Maybe it was because I so rarely came to dances. I'd attend the parties all the time, but I'd normally skip anything that would have true dancing in it. I nodded nonetheless.

"Sounds fair. I'll take you up on that offer." I smiled at her we began dancing to some song I had heard a million times before, but never bothered to pay attention to the name. So it remained a nameless blur of words in my brain.

She smiled at me and pulled me closer. Then something occurred to me. Was she my stalker? Adrenalin raced through me as I considered the possibility. She's known me for a while, so she'd know quite a few of my likes and dislikes. She'd also know where I lived. But then, anyone who followed me would know that. She had access to the hospital so she could have set the McDonald's bag down at my spot. And it would explain why my stalker never minded me staying at work so late. Come to think of it, she always was there when I stayed late. I assumed it was because she was the Dean and was doing something else. But maybe, she was staying to watch me? She's single…Alot of stalkers are. Not all, but a lot. And she's athletic, so it would be quite simple for her to gain access to my house through an unlocked window. She also had a raspy voice that, when she whispered, could be either gender. Was it possible my stalker was right in front of me the whole time?

Was it possible that Doctor Lisa Cuddy was my stalker?

And, now that I think about it, I didn't hear much concern in her voice when she spoke of Wilson.

"Is something the matter, Alison?" This time, the concern in her voice was obvious. She looked at me worriedly.

"N-no. Not at all. I was just thinking about something." The possibility of Cuddy being my stalker made me somewhat frightened of her. Strangely and contradictorily, though, I also felt comforted. Maybe I was as screwed up as I constantly thought myself to be.

"What are you thinking about, Princess?"

"Wh-what?!" Did I just hear…?

"What are you thinking about?" She said once again.

"I was just thinking I liked the smell of your perfume. Did you just call me 'Princess?'" The two sentences were spoken so fast, I wondered if she understood them.

"Thank you, and no. I never called you princess. I just asked what you were thinking of. Are you okay? Have you been sleeping well?"

Heh, you would know.

"Not really." I decided to put her to the test. "You see, someone has been…admiring me from afar….sending me letters and buying me stuff. But I'm not sure who this person is. I'd like to know, so I can thank them. I thought it was Wilson, but I asked him and he informed me it wasn't. Would you might know who this person is?" I worded everything very carefully and watched her every reaction. If it wasn't her, I didn't want her to go to the police. If it was, well, I hoped she'd give me some hint.

"That's very sweet of them, but I have no idea. I'm sorry. If only they had the courage to ask you. Hmm, maybe they're shy." She smiled at me sadly. If it was her, she wasn't ready to tell me. Nor did she show any hints. I sighed.

"It's okay. And that might be it. I just wish I knew who it was."

"Have they been giving you any problems?" Her brows furrowed and she looked quite concerned. Either she was my stalker and she wanted my honest opinion of her, or she wasn't and she was trying to make sure I wasn't being stalked. Either way, I wasn't going to reveal just how much my Prince frightened me.

"No, no. Nothing like that. Eh, just don't worry about it. It's not an issue." I wanted to drop the subject now. I sort of wish I never brought it up.

"Do you think this person is me?"

"…What…?"

"Well? You've informed me of this and you've been watching me closely. Do you?" She sounded so calm. This song ended and another began. We continued gliding across the dance floor.

"Well, I thought. Maybe. I don't know. At this point, I don't know anything anymore. Can we talk about something else?" I couldn't think of a more polite way to change the subject.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. And I'm sorry for keeping you longer than I said I would. It's been one dance. Thank you."

She let me go and stepped back.

"It was fun dancing with you. You're now free to go home." She smiled and walked off.

Did I perhaps offend her? I wasn't sure, but I hoped not. Stalker or not, I am fond of Cuddy and I don't want to piss her off. Besides, innocent until proven guilty. Until I have proof she's my stalker, it's only an assumption and I can't act on it.

On my way out I ran into House. He was wearing the blue jeans and ACDC shirt he had on earlier today.

"So, you've finally showed up." I sighed and shook my head.

"Yep. HEY, CUDDY! I'M HERE!" He gave a half wave towards her and turned around. "And now I'm leaving. See ya." And with that, he limped out. I knew he was going to do that. How? He's House. He does things like this.

I arrived at my car and took note of how empty the parking lot was. I had really hoped Wilson would show up later. Obviously, he never did. Maybe he really is sick. I don't know, but whatever it was, he wasn't here.

And, unless Cuddy IS my stalker, I never saw HIM here. Or at least, knowingly. Could it be that he had danced with me and didn't reveal himself? Who knows? Right now, all I want to do is get home and sleep as long as I possibly can.

I was unlocking my car door when a pair of hands grabbed me. I tried to scream, but one of the hands wrapped itself tight around my throat while the other covered my mouth. The body that belongs to the hands pushed me hard against the car. I struggled hard, but it was no use. He was too big.

"Ello, dollie." The voice sounded British and the breath smelled like he'd never even heard of the word toothbrush. Where was House? I didn't leave but two or three minutes after him!

"Let me go!" I tried to scream it, but it came out more as muffles. The rough hands pushed me closer to the back seat door as he opened the front seat and then shoved me in. What was he planning to do to me? Was he going to rape me? At that thought, I tired to climb over to the other side of the car. He, however, had other plans. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me back. I tried to kick, but I couldn't. I had to get away! But how?

A very random thought popped into my brain right then. It was a bit comforting that this definitely wasn't my stalker. Aside from the obvious voice difference, my stalker treated me as his prized possession. If he were to rape me, he certainly wouldn't do it in my car after a dance.

He let go of my ankle long enough for me to kick back my foot. I did manage to hit him, but I couldn't tell where. I knew it wasn't the groin, unfortunately. He growled at me and I felt him climb into the car and close the door. He flipped me over and attempted to undress me. Thank God I wore an impossibly hard to take off dress. It gave me time to struggle further. This time I was able to knee him in the groin. He winced, but other than that, it didn't seem to faze him. He did backhand me though. The force of it almost knocked me out.

I was dizzy and my head now pulsed but I forced myself to look back at him. My eyes widened in fear at the silver blade in his hands. He smirked, as if he had just won title of World's Most Wanted. I shut my eyes tight as he brought the blade down. Oh God, was I going to die?!

No, it wasn't my time yet. He wasn't going to kill me, I realized as I heard the sharp rip of fabric. Tears streamed down my face as his hands groped me.

"Please, let me go!" Where was God when people actually required His help? This was one of many reasons I was an atheist. If there was a God and He cared about us as much as the Bible claimed he did, then why does He allow such horrid events to go on? I prefer to operate under the assumption that we've always been alone. It's better than thinking we've been abandon, or worse, He watches, but never helps.

"Scream all you want. No one will 'ear you." He sneered at me. I froze when he started undoing his own pants. I then struggled more than ever. I bit at him and scratched him several times. I trembled, sobbing, as the true event began. It was only seconds before I felt the blood trickle down my inner thigh. Rape: It's all about the power. If it were about the sex, a prostitute would be hired. He leaned down to lick my cheek, but I never gave him the chance. I was able to free one of my arms and I elbowed him hard in the face. Half naked and bleeding, I managed to slide to the other side of the car when I felt something hard and heavy thunk the back of my head. And then all was black…

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Yay, rape! Lovely little thing, huh? Descriptions may suck this chapter, so I'm quite sorry. Originally, some drunk guy was just gonna start flirting with her and ATTEMPT to rape her and her stalker was going to get possessive, kill him, and something having to do with chocolate (Coat his dead body in it, or a finger, and give it to Cam for Valentine's Day...). Wasn't sure how to do that, but it was a cool idea. But with Wilson disapearing, I thought it'd be too much for her stalker to take BOTH of them. So she was just going to go to the dance and go home. Then...this poped out. I swear, I don't control my fingers when I type. They type for themselves what they want to type!!

Oh and, ironically, I am a strong Christian (To an extent..), but I couldn't help playing off the fact that Cameron is an atheist. I don't know her reasons in the show or if they're even mentioned, but that's one of my takes on it. If I were an atheist, that'd probably be one of my reasons. Better to believe there's no God than a God who doesn't care.

So, as always, reviews make me really happy!!!