Sam sat at the library hiding her face behind a binder. And behind that was busy reading her favourite book. 1,000,000 Gruesome Ways to Kill, She sighed mentally berating herself for liking it. Yesterday she refused to look at the thing and today it was her favourite book. She sighed again. "What the matter with me? This is supposed to be creepy. Why isn't it creepy?!"

She slumped her shoulders realizing one thing. He had a fascination with blood and violence, and now...

So did she.

"Damn it. I'm becoming him." She whispered before she turned back to reading.

Behind her he smirked hearing her whisper. He could see she was enjoying his book. He held a letter in his hand that was once again for her. Standing up he walked behind her carefully and without making a noise. He slipped the letter onto her pile of books and walked away. And because she was busy reading

she missed her chance at identifying the man she so badly wanted to see.

About a half hour later when she was done reading she closed her binder and the book along with it. She put them away in her book bag. She reached for her other books and froze when she saw a black envelope there.

Wait.

He was here?

She looked around frantically while mentally berating herself for missing her chance. She sighed picking up the envelope not knowing if it was a good idea to open it here. She decided against it placing the envelope in her book bag along with her other books.

Sam made her way out of the library determined to get home as soon as possible and reading the riddle. She cursed under her breath when she saw Clover coming into the library.. She sighed when she noticed that Clover had seen her and was coming over. "Hi Clover." Clover nodded. Sam froze when she saw her friends' sad face. "Okay reading the riddle will have to wait" she thought as she sat Clover down. "Is everything okay?" She frowned when she shook her head no.

It wasn't that Sam didn't care about her, it's just that she had hoped she was wrong about Clover being sad and she could go home quickly and read the riddle. But no, that wasn't about to happen. Clover broke through Sam's thoughts. "Jason broke up with me." Sam tried not to sigh. It wasn't the first time one of Clover's boyfriends had left her. "Oh that's...that's awful. but you'll get over it right. You always do." Clover sighed. "I don't know. I really really liked him. Maybe even loved him"

Sam sighed. "But you WILL get over him." Clover glared. "Oh come on Sammie it's not that easy. Remember when you fell in love with James?" Sam narrowed her eyes sending Clover a glare that almost made ger regret even saying the name. "What about it?" Clover sighed. "Well you took a long time to get over him.." She paused eyeing Sam intently. "Well Sammie, are you completely over him?"

Sam gasped. "How could you even ask me that Clover? Of course I'm over him." Sam put her hand on her waist. "Besides we were talking about Jason..not James. Leave him out of it." She gave Clover a glare. "And if you can't do that maybe it's better if I leave."

"Calm down Sammie. I'm sorry obviously you still hate him for what he did." Sam scoffed. "Who wouldn't?" Clover smiled. "Maybe you should forget about him. Forgive and Forget right? There is no point holding an old grudge." Sam frowned hoping that she would stop talking about James. "Forget?" she scoffed. "No Clover I can't forget and I certainly can't forgive either. Now if you'll excuse me I have got to get home."

Sam turned around and left walking out of the library with a glare on her face. She missed the man that stood behind the librarian's desk. And if she hadn't been in a huff of anger she would not have missed his all too familiar face.

A frown was on his face because he had heard the whole conversation. "So he still bothers you Sam. I thought he might." He opened the doors and stepped outside watching the redhead walking away without glancing back.

He didn't like the fact that another man was on her mind. Even if she hated him. He was the only man she was supposed to think about.

And no one else.

So he was happy with the gift he had decided to give her earlier on. He spoke in a low whisper. "He won't bother you now Sam.." He smirked.

"Never again."

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Sam slammed her door still in her fit of anger. How dare Clover bring up James! James?! She hated him so much. Sam slouched on her sofa, the book bag in her lap. She took a deep breath trying to forget about him. She reached into her bag to try and distract herself. Her hand brushed against the letter and she pulled it out. She gave it a small glare.

Another man who was toying with her head.

She sighed opening the letter and reading the riddle:

.::.

A delightful gift that I hope you enjoy,

It shall bring memories you don't want to see.

But it's important that you do,

because I need you to move on.

Do me a favour and scream out your feelings

When you see what I've done.

Love,

Your Deadly Admirer

.::.

Sam blinked. "Memories I don't want to see?" She sighed. "Well there are a lot of those." She smiled easing up a bit before walking up to her room. And nothing could have prepared her for what she saw there.

Sam froze at the doorway as she saw someone sitting in her room on her chair. It was definitely a man. She wished she could see his face, but from the way he was sitting all she could see was the back of his head. Her eyes widened. "Could it be...him? My secret admirer?" She shivered feeling a little bit anxious. She decided to call out to him. "Who is it?"

Okay so she didn't expect him to show his face right away, but at least he could say something. She sighed deciding she needed to see him, whoever he was. The silence was bothering her. She walked over to him and when she got close enough she gasped in shock.

"JAMES?!!" Sam took a step back. No he couldn't be her admirer. She gasped as he just sat there after her outburst. Her face went red from anger as she watched him sitting there. His arms at his side and a calm expression on his face. His eyes looking straight at her.

It took her everything in her power not to reach forward and strangle him. She frowned, giving him the most hateful glare she could muster. "How the hell did you get in my house?" She waited for an answer but he said nothing.

She glared harder."What do you want now?" Again he said nothing. Sam narrowed her eyes. "Ignoring me isn't going to make your life easier." She rested her hand on the edge of the chair in frustration. "I need answers James."

He stayed silent. She grit her teeth in frustration. "Dammit answer me!" Sam shook the chair in anger. A moment later she moved back screaming.

His head had just rolled off his body and fallen to the floor.

Sam shrieked, scrambling to get away from it. As she did she hit the chair falling to the floor, and the rest of his body came crashing down. She crawled away from it screaming in horror.

James was dead.

He had been killed.

She felt tears run down her face. She moved to the door but tripped on one of his arms. She blinked not having realized that his arms too had been cut. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw a message written on his severed arm.

I'VE CUT THE HANDS HE ONCE TOUCHED YOU WITH.

She turned and ran not looking back at the mess of body parts in her room. Sam ran out the front door, tears streaming down her face. She got in her car determined to get away from this nightmare. She froze when she saw a letter taped to the inner car window.

She shivered before reaching to it. She knew full well that the murder had been committed by this same man. Her admirer. "Why is he scaring me like this?" Sam trembled as her shaking fingers pulled the letter open:

"I don't forgive and I don't let people forget. Don't cry for him Sam he's just paid the price of hurting you."

Sam froze clutching the letter in her hand. Slowly she wiped her tears. As much as it scared her he was right, she was done crying for James. And as for him dying a horrible death she could try to deny it but she didn't need to remind herself of all the times she had wished for EXACTLY that to happen.

He deserved to die for hurting her.

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When Sam had removed the body she got back home and went to bed immediately. She fell asleep a few moments later. As soon as she did he emerged from his hiding place with a concerned look on his face. As much as he was glad he had killed that boy, he was also a little concerned. He had never meant for her to be so upset. He sighed quietly walking over to her sleeping form.

Looking to her face he saw a hint of a frown. He smiled carefully leaning down and sitting on the floor next to her. He watched her for a few moments not wanting to leave. The frown stayed on her face. He would have stayed longer but he didn't want to risk it. She wasn't supposed to see him. Yet. He moved to stand up but before he did he moved closer and kissed her gently on the lips staying there for a moment.

He pulled away and stood up, turning around and walking out the door. He missed the soft smile that had formed itself on Sam's sleeping face after his kiss.