Obsession

Starring: Alicia/Chris Jericho (eventual), Shawn Michaels/Rebecca, Trish/Jeff, Lita/Adam, Randy/Samantha, Stephanie/Hunter.

Chapter 19:

MONDAY

I wondered whether I should show Marissa the letter, would she hate me, would she believe me? Didn't she need to know? Shane was gone, Marissa had inherited everything and she had her kids, did they need the memory of their father ruined more then it already was? No, no child should have that. No I don't need to tell her.

I sighed as I got out of bed. I entered the living area of the suite. No flowers. My week had begun. He was leaving me alone. I grinned as I phoned Chris and asked him to come over.

I pulled him through the door and pushed him into a heated kiss.

He pulled back, "Baby, are you ok?"

I grinned, "Yea."

He shrugged and kissed me again, let's say we were going to have the perfect morning.

X X X X X X

Chris had to leave by late afternoon. It was 3pm and I had to be at the arena in an hour. A GM's work is never done! I grinned as I walked into the arena an hour later, no following. No weird feeling of someone watching you, no footsteps, no black car following you, nothing at all. So the stalker, or what ever he was, was true to his word. Is that right? Was a stalker meant to be true to his words? Maybe he was still watching me.

"Alicia," Andrea waved her hand in front of me.

"Sorry Andrea I turned out," I smiled as I fixed myself behind the desk.

"It's fine, I was just saying Snitsky and Kane are here about their upcoming storyline here on RAW," she smiled.

"Ok send them in," I said. "By the way how are things with Cody?"

"Better then ever," she grinned before she opened my office door and let Kane and Snitsky in.

"Afternoon," I smiled. "Please sit."

They both sat down.

"So RAW for both of you then," I looked over the paperwork. "I told you I would put you in a good storyline and a chance at gold."

"Gold?" Kane repeated.

"Tag team gold for the two of you and Kane, well you'll be holding the WWE title in a few months time," I smiled.

He smiled.

"But right now I want you to just focus on being a tag team. Tonight Kane will make his reappearance on RAW, JBL and Kennedy have been teaming up for weeks. Last week they attacked Snitksy, and today he will come out and surprise surprise Kane will be his partner, see Kane has a history with JBL. So that's tonight, rivalry will build, no way out you get the titles."

"I like it," Kane smiled.

"Thought you would," I replied. "You like the idea?" I asked Snitsky.

He nodded. Had he stopped talking to me, okay to be fair he only said one word but still that is something?

Kane was out of the door first, then Snitsky turned around and faced me, "Thanks." And he was out of the door.

Two words, wow. I smiled. No I hadn't forgotten that the two of them were suspects. I was keeping all of my suspects close, well other then Umaga because no way did I want him near me. I had actually crossed him off the list because he was back at home, ill.

The door burst open.

"This is outrageous!" Santino shouted.

"What is?" I rolled my eyes. Wasn't his move to Smackdown coming up?

"I HAVE TO LOSE MARIA AND THEN LEAVE RAW?" He shouted.

"Well yea, Maria will be staying on RAW," I replied. "Look the move to Smackdown is temporary and plus you'll get a chance to win a title."

"I lose Maria to JOHN FUCKING CENA!" He shouted.

"Calm down Santino or get out!" I said sternly.

"MAKE ME GET OUT THEN!" he screamed. What a big baby.

The door opened, Chris Masters entered, "Leave Marello now!"

Santino looked at him, "I hate you Michaels."

I rolled my eyes again as he left. I looked at Chris Masters, I was meeting another suspect. Yet he looked familiar.

"Thanks," I smiled. "We haven't met before have we?"

"Yea we have, at Shawn's party a year ago."

I tried to remember the night

- FLASHBACK –

I had broken up with Kyle again, who cares. I didn't need him did I. I looked around at everyone at the party, most were WWE superstars. This was a party to celebrate the return of DX. I grinned. I loved DX, sure before the party there were a few Anti-Dxers who had to be removed by security but I didn't know any of them.

X X X X X X

"Who is that?" Chris Masters asked.

"That's Shawn's niece Alicia," Hunter replied grabbing a beer. "I suggest you stay away from her, she's in an on and off relationship."

"She on or off now?"

"Off but Shawn would kill you mate."

"Fine I'll stay away," Chris Masters sighed.

X X X X X X

"Hey Alicia," Trish smiled as she hugged me.

"Hiya, how are you?"

"Good thanks, you?"

"Been better," I admitted.

"Well you know what you need is to get wasted!" Trish smirked handing me a drink.

I grinned, why not? One drink led to another which led to another and … well you get my drift. I was soooo close to being wasted.

"Hey I'm Chris," Masters smirked at me, by the looks of it he had had a lot to drink.

"Ally," I grinned. "Wanna dance Chrisss?" I asked.

He led me to the dance floor.

"Shawn's niece right?" he asked.

I nodded, "You're what? Let me guess a wrestler!"

"Wow beauty and brains!" he smirked as we danced closer.

"For a wrestler your pretty hot!" I admitted.

"Thanks," he smirked. "Don't you think wrestlers are hot?"

"Some are, but then there's Regal, Eugene…and people."

He grinned at me. I don't know what possessed me but I tiptoed and kissed him. He kissed me back and soon his tongue entered my mouth. I realised what I was doing, I pulled back, "I…I gotta go."

END OF FLASHBACK

"Yea I remember now," I blushed.

"Hot kiss huh?" he asked.

I blushed again, "No comment."

He laughed, "Well I better go, take care Ally."

I watched him leave. Yea it was a hot kiss, way way way hot. Yet it was a kiss and I was with Chris Jericho not Chris Masters. Chris made me happy, waking up beside him, talking to me. I knew this week would be great. I opened my laptop, an email from him, too good to be true, him leaving me alone, I opened it…

I will leave you alone but if you need me just reply to this email.

What? If I needed him, why on Earth would I need him? He was mental, completely and utterly mental. RAW had begun. I watched the monitor, watching every moment of RAW, I didn't know what I was looking for but I was looking. I had a week without the stalker, wouldn't this be the perfect time to figure out who the stalker is? Without him watching. So I watched all my suspects in their matches, I didn't know what I wanted to see.

Jeff was hyper active in his match, probably because him and Trish sorted their problems out. Snitsky out there was great, so was Kane actually they made a great team. Dave had to suffer a loss this week, Johnny was rusty today served him right for not keeping up with the training. Randy was cocky as ever on RAW, Masters well he was great tonight, I had to admit he was extraordinary out there. Chris Jericho however wasn't, my other half so to speak, wasn't holding his own, like something was on his mind.

X X X X X X

Chris was angry at himself when he came backstage. Shane is dead, defiantly dead so why am I worried about loosing Ally? Why am I thinking about her and him? Just stop it Chris! She's mine, she's with me, leave the past where it is. That letter, why did I get that letter? Why is all that in my head? Chris chill…

X X X X X X X X

I told Chris that I couldn't meet him tonight. I was serious about finding the stalker. I compiled the evidence in front of me, the detectives had left copies of Shane and Me in that photo and also the photo of the explosion. Then there was the tape of RAW, the letters from Shane, the notes from the flowers, the emails, the photo of Chris's face crossed off and an image of anti DX sign.

I was always fascinated by colours, the DX sign is green, nature, calm. The stalker used red. Why red? Red meant emotionally intense, red stimulated faster heartbeat and breather but it also means love. Yet red is also the colour of red and can mean fear. Then it hit me, red can be seen as the opposite colour to red, was the stalker saying he wasn't like DX, he wasn't the fun, carefree immature person DX represented, but instead he was serious, mature and someone to fear?

I looked at his handwriting on the cards from the flowers. He wrote in block capitals, each letter was clear like this wasn't his handwriting he just didn't want to be found. He was to the point in every message.

The anti Chris photos I didn't understand. His writing changed in this, like he was rushing. The pictures though, were like perfect. Like a professional had taken them. They were clear and zoomed in perfectly, not a single red eye, nothing. Like professional people were hired. This guy was rich then if he could hire professional photographers. Did he hire professional killers too?

The stalker had said: "You don't know him." His voice seemed sure.

Was there a secret there? That I didn't know of, or was he playing mind games. Why was he doing this? Chris doesn't know him, that much is for sure but he is someone who knows Chris, so maybe I should list Chris's enemies as well. I know Masters is one, well sort of. I sighed, I picked up another card from one of the flowers: TRUST ME. More mind games, he had said he wanted to protect me, but from what, why did he want me to trust him? The more I looked into all this the more unanswered questions I got back.

I looked at Shane's letter:

Another thing, watch your back, let's just say I've been warned off you by a certain someone, not my fault I got you first.

What did that mean? Was someone after me, did Shane knew more then he let on. Who was this person? Who warned him? Maybe it was Chris, but Chris wasn't violent, was it the stalker? Who was the stalker? Shane did know something, he must have that's why his life was taken. But what was this big secret? How many secrets are there in this whole thing?

I moved on to the pictures of me and Shane, I also had a copy of all the photos that were posted around RAW but I didn't look at them. The one of Shane and me were black and white, not like the other photos of me and Chris. I picked up that picture and compared them. The second was professional but the one of me and Shane wasn't professional, black and white a bit fuzzy…a CCTV picture. I bet the police had worked that out. So he never followed me, he just found that picture. But Shane never kept CCTV in his office only by the door. It hit me, Shane was a bastard. I looked at the pictures of Shane and his many women, most were in his office, some were coloured, some weren't, most were CCTV pictures. So that's how the stalker got half of these. The others were professional and in colour. How did he get these pictures?

I sighed, so Shane had kept a camera to record himself. Maybe there was one in his bedroom too. I had a headache. I got up. It was 2am, I searched for my phone. I looked through my handbag. Great it was in my rental. I grabbed my car keys and entered the elevator. I met Randy on the eighth floor he was heading to the fourth.

"Going to see Nikki?" I asked him.

"Yep, bit late but love doesn't have a time limit," he grinned.

I laughed.

I said goodbye to him and when he had left, I entered the hotel parking lot. I walked over to the car, was I hearing foot steps? I ran to my car and grabbed my phone. They were defiantly footsteps. I sped up, I looked around yet no one, I walked faster and faster until I was back in the hotel. I didn't realise I was panting and my breathing had intensified. I ran into my room, closed the door and locked it. There were no flowers nothing and for some reason I felt un easy because for some weird reason I knew that someone was following me but I was sure, I was a hundred percent sure it wasn't the stalker…

A/N: Hey guys I am a bit ill so I don't defo know when the next chapter will be up. Hopfuli not too long. Your reviews inspire me to right! So review and I will try and update!

Veronica

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