Author's Note: Okay, it is official. I am nuts. I just wrote four chapters for this story in a row in one day. That's some crazy crap there. Lol. And yes, in this chapter, you find out who Lita's stalker is! Yey! I don't want to give anything away, so I'll be quiet now! I hope you guys like and please review!


Always Watching

Chapter 11

Oh, God... Lita closed her eyes tightly and opened them again. "It's not a dream, sweetheart," the man spoke again, stepping closer to her. The redhead took a threatening step forward, the nail file pointed at him. He chuckle. "Is that supposed to scare me?" he asked, his eyebrows lifting. He took a step forward, only two feet between them. Lita felt her heart pounding against her chest.

"How did you know where I was?" Lita asked, and he laughed.

"Blending in is a special skill of mine," he said. "It didn't take much," he added.

"My hotel room was dead-bolted every night."

"I posed as part of the cleaning crew and got the keycard," he shrugged. "It was a simple matter to move the deadbolt." Lita swallowed, her eyes growing wide as he took another step, tilting his head. "You really aren't going to hit me with that nail file, are you?" he asked, eyes glittering maliciously.

Lita inhaled deeply, stepping back. 'Keep him talking,' she urged herself, and found her voice once more. "But you couldn't get pictures with Chris in here, could you?" she asked softly.

He chuckled, taking a moment to pull a pack of pictures from the back pocket of his jeans. "On the contrary, I did." He tossed them at her. Hands shaking, she caught them and pulled them out, looking at them while keeping an eye on him as well. She could see the amusement in his eyes. Lita looked down at the pictures. They were dark, no flash, but she could see her own face in the glow of the clock. She froze on a picture of Benoit, sleeping in a chair pulled up near the door. There was a rag over his face.

"Chloroform," the man said proudly with a chuckle. "He never knew what hit him."

Lita looked down at the fallen form of the man, feeling instantly guilty that she had thought he had been the stalker. She could see the blood starting to form at the back of his head, and wanted desperately to help him, but she knew it would be stupid to even try. As if reading her thoughts, the man kicked Benoit aside with his foot and stepped closer. "So, Lita... You ready to come with me?" he asked.

The redhead clenched her fists tightly. 'He's going to take you no matter what you do,' she told herself. 'Delay him, keep him talking... Stall... Someone is found to come in.' She stepped to the right a little, her eyes on his. "Listen, you've tried this before," she said, her voice shaky. "And look how that turned out! You were forcibly retired from the WWE by the—"

"Shut up!" he howled, anger flashing in his eyes. Lita inhaled sharply, realizing that it had been a mistake. "When I first saw you Lita, I knew you were the one," his eyes widened as he spoke. Lita felt tears of fear roll down her face. "You didn't want me. You despised me," he hissed, his upper lip curling. "I tried to tell you that we are soul mates, but you didn't listen. You tricked me," his breathing was heavy. "Your stupid friends attacked me!" he walked toward her, and she shrunk back.

"Please—"

He grabbed her shoulder roughly, and Lita reacted, kicking him in the groin. He let out a hiss of pain, and backhanded her across the face. Lita felt into a heap, grabbing her now-throbbing cheek. Her legs were shaking. She could hear his heavy breathing behind her, and she knew she'd crossed a line. The nail file had fallen from her hand—and what good would that have done, anyway? The redhead raised her head from the carpeting, and saw the metal vase inches from her vase. She reached out and grabbed it as he approached her from behind. She whirled around just as his hand grabbed her shoulder, and slammed the vase into his forehead. He fell back, and Lita sensed her chance to escape. She began to crawl, trying to stand, but her legs kept giving out. She reached the door, when she heard a clicking noise. Lita knew she shouldn't turn, but she did, and froze.

He was holding a pistol to Chris's head.


Stacy wrung her hands nervously as she paced back and forth in the hospital. They had just arrived, and Chris had been rushed away on a gurney. The blonde pursed her lip, worry in her eyes. Who had done this to him? She was too antsy to sit down in a chair.

M...Mal...ko...

He had been trying to tell her something in the ambulance. Malko. It didn't sound familiar at all. She ran a hand through her hair.

Lita! Lita!

She frowned deeply, remembering when he had shouted out the redhead's name. Stacy froze suddenly. Was Lita in trouble? She bit her lip, nervously trying to remember anything that the blonde Canadian had said to her on the trip to the hospital.

De...Dean...Mal...ko...

Dean Malko. Stacy closed her eyes. Put together, there was something familiar about the name that tickled her senses. Lita. Was Dean Malko her stalker? Who was Dean Malko? God, it was there! She just couldn't remember! She focused her mind on the WWE. He had to have been there at some point, right? Stacy licked her lips. It was useless. He could've been a handyman or stagehand or something for all she knew!

But it was still there, that feeling of recognition. 'Dean,' she thought to herself, 'Concentrate on a Dean. There had to have been something between Dean and Lita.'

Suddenly, it hit her.

"Dean Malenko!" she shouted to the empty waiting room, fear hitting her cold. She closed her eyes tightly. How much of an idiot could she be? Only a few years ago, he had done nearly the same damn thing to Lita. Who was to say he wouldn't try again, fired or not? Was Dean Malenko the one who attacked Chris?

She was sure of it.

"Oh my god," she whispered. Dean was Lita's stalker.

And he was in her hotel room.


Author's Note: This chapter is up due to the insistent whining of my good friend, Ani. Lol, I'm just kiddin'. Love ya Ani! Anyway, I hope you guys liked this! Please review!