Author's Note: Darn muses just won't stop for this story, so you're getting another chapter! Right now chapter six was just posted and I'VE GOT 50 REVIEWS NOW! YEY! -dances around- I love you guys! Anyway, keep reviewing please!

Disclaimer: Same as last chapter, folks.


Always Watching

Chapter 8

There was a ghost of a smile on Lita's face as she stepped into the warm tub water, inhaling the steam rising from it. It was rare that she had moments of leisure like this, and she knew she needed it now. She sighed as she realized that it was already Friday. It seemed like three years ago, not three days ago, that she had been reading that letter after the house show, and spilling those pictures onto the floor. Lita let out a long breath as she slipped into the tub, pushing away the urge to re-check that the deadbolt was in place on the hotel room door, and that the bathroom was still locked from the inside. The redhead curled her hands into fists, her thoughts quickly taking over. Last night, Captain Moceri had called, and told her about Shauna Boutell. The call was relieving to Lita, but the detective was still convinced that Edge had something to do with this. She now had a restraining order on Edge for one hundred yards-that was on until Monday, when they'd be at work in close proximity once more. Lita desperately wanted to call him, and apologize to him for bringing him into this mess that had become her life.

The letter.

Lita frowned suddenly. She'd gone mini-golfing with Jericho and Benoit after they'd had breakfast, and then, after seeing a movie at the local cinema, they'd came back to the hotel. It took some convincing for them to leave her, but Benoit and Jericho were currently next door in Jericho's room, playing video games. Both of them had only left her at her hotel room door with the promise that she was going and taking a relaxing bath, and then call them as soon as she got out. Lita sighed heavily. She was glad that they had. When she'd stepped into the room, sitting on the bed, was a single manila envelope. The redhead had grabbed the envelope, and dropped her duffel bag, and headed straight to the bathroom. Just like the others, she knew, there would be no fingerprints. Just like the others, the note would be typed and untraceable.

She had yet to open it. Lita picked up the envelope, holding it in her hands over the water. Almost instantly, she was back in her locker room, back on Tuesday night...


"Look Li—" Chris sighed, running a hand over his brown hair. "I don't mean to upset you, Lita, but I'm worried about you."

"I'll be okay, Chris," Lita replied, more to assure him than be truthful. Because truth to be told, she wasn't too positive.

"I'm starting to wonder if that's true," he replied seriously, shaking his head. Lita pushed open her locker room door, starting to say something in response. She stopped dead one step into her room, the words taken from her lips at the sight of four vases of flowers on the single desk in the room. Five tentative steps forward and she was grabbing the envelope between the vases, tearing it open and grabbing the letter. Her hands trembled as she read the letter.

Dearest Lita,

How have you been? You don't look so well. You should get some sleep. You want to look in tip-top shape when I come to visit Friday night, don't you? Yes, Lita, that's right. I'm coming to visit you on Friday. I'll take you away from this dreadful place, and to somewhere exotic, where we can be all alone, away from everyone. Do you like the flowers I sent you? I picked them out just for you. I must go now. Say your goodbyes to your friends, Lita. After Friday, you'll never see them again.

All my love,

You-know-who


Lita sighed heavily, closing her eyes. She hadn't shown Chris Benoit-or any of her friends, for that matter-the letter. Only the detectives had seen it, and Moceri had made her promise not to tell anyone its content. The redhead let out a long breath, and opened the envelope in her hands, setting it aside as she pulled out the letter, that was, like she'd predicted, typed. She bit down on her lip as she read the letter.

My Lita,

I'm excited about seeing you tonight. I know you are too. You shouldn't waste your time on Jericho or Benoit. I'm more of a man than either of them will ever be. Of course, you won't have to worry about that tonight. I'm going to take you away, Lita. Away from everyone. Pamper yourself, and be ready. I'll be there at six. If I see any cops around...someone is going to get hurt. And I'm not talking about the cops, dearest. I'm talking about your friends.

I'll see you at six, sweetheart.

Love,

Me

Lita froze, her grip on the letter tightening. She tossed it aside, stood, and made her way to the bathroom counter, looking down at her watch that was lying by the sink.

5:35.