Author's Note: Yeah, after so long without writing, two chapters pretty close together. I just finally got the motivation, I guess. (Or I got sick of review emails begging me to update and threatening me if I did not.)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything mentioned here that hasn't come from my own mind.

If only I knew where Stanton was, Serena thought. She refused to open the notebook alone. Her heart raced each time she thought about her stalker. This had to end, but how? It was not like she could stay awake all the time, and hiding the notebook obviously did not work. Serena grabbed her notebook and tiptoed down the hallway. She should not leave in the middle of the night. Who knew how dangerous it could be for her, but she knew she had no choice. It was the full moon, so she knew that at least she was safe in that respect.

After coming to the conclusion that Collin was fast asleep or not home, she ran out of the house and into the moon-filled night. She sent her powers out, keeping her guard up and trying to keep herself safe from Followers. Running as fast as possible, she was determined to either find Stanton or to reach one of the other Daughters.

Serena, Serena, what are you doing out here, a voice raced across her head. It had to be Stanton. She had found him. A shadow whipped around her, slowly materializing right in front of her with his arms wrapped around her waist. Not wanting to betray Serena's trust and with knowing that he would tell her everything anyway, Stanton asked "What's wrong, Serena? What's happened?"

"Stanton, I am terrified. I should have listened to you earlier, and been frightened when I saw that look in your eyes when I showed you that first note, but I felt I could deal with it, but now…now…" Serena sobbed into Stanton's silky black shirt. Stanton pulled his left hand away from Serena's waist, wanting to push his shaggy blonde hair into his face to conceal the look of pain and longing in his eyes. He then placed his hand upon her back, rubbing it in an attempt to calm her down.

"Serena, we need to find a safer place to talk about that." He helped Serena to the car, unable to stand seeing his love so frail and upset. As he started the engine, he looked at Serena's tear-streaked face, and stepping on the gas, entered reassuring and loving thoughts into Serena's mind.

"Stanton, do you have any idea who is stalking me?" The words flew from Serena's mouth so suddenly that he could not conceal the knowing looked that crossed his face. When he was conscious of what he was doing, he shook his head and pulled the car to the side of the road. "Stanton, you're lying. I could see it on your face and I could feel it. You might be able to keep your thoughts from me, but your feelings can never escape my grasp."

"I've heard some things." Stanton seemed hesitant to say anymore, but Serena couldn't let it go at that; she had to know whatever it was.

"Stanton, please tell me. I know whoever it is cannot be human. When I went to sleep tonight, my window was locked and I put my notebook beneath my pillow. Then when I woke up, the window was still locked but someone had gotten under my pillow without waking me and had placed my notebook under my clock. I swore I would not open it until I had someone with me."

Stanton snatched the notebook from Serena's hands and opened it to the latest poem. He pulled out a note that had been placed there and began to read each word of it. "Serena, my darling, who is this that you torture yourself over? Learn to love me, and I will forever take away your pain."

"Serena, from what I've heard, this is not just an ordinary Follower after you. I don't know for sure who it is, but he is extremely dangerous. I have been probing minds to find what I could, but it's as though no one knows all the details. I have heard there was a mission to get after you again, someone sent out specifically by the Atrox for that purpose, but that is all I have been able to determine."

Serena stared off into space, her eyes misty. Her head was pounding and she was so tired. She knew she could not go back home, not until the morning when Collin was up. Stanton reached into the back seat of his car and pulled out a black leather jacket to wrap around Serena's shoulders because she had started to shake.

"I can't go home, but I need to do something. I can't just sit here waiting for whoever this guy is to find us." Stanton stared at Serena, who looked more vulnerable than she ever had before. I would do anything for her, but what can I do now, he pondered. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "It will be all right, Serena. It will be all right. I will never let anyone hurt you, ever." Not thinking about what he was doing, Stanton grabbed Serena's chin, turned her face towards him and kissed her so gentle it was like a cool breeze passing over her lips.