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Chapter Thirty Four # Starting Stalking #

Sara closed the door and locked it behind her, flicking the light switch on. Her parents were out, but she'd expected that. They'd told her in the morning that they were going out for a meal and asked her if she minded - which she didn't.

She sighed and moved into the kitchen to stick a ready meal into the microwave. As she put it into the microwave she picked up her vibrating phone.

"Hey Tony...yeah, I'm home. I'm safe, thanks for calling. How was practice? Really? That's good..." The front door knocked loudly. "Hey, there's someone at the door, so I'll speak to you tomorrow, okay? Okay... I love you too...bye!" Sara threw her phone onto the counter and went to answer the door.

She peeped through the peephole to see a man in a cap with a large box and a bouquet of black flowers. She opened the door.

"Hello, Miss. I'm looking for a Sara Sidle?" The man asked with a Texan accent and a sunny smile.

"That's me, can I help you?"

"These are for you. If you just sign here..." he held out a clipboard and pointed to a line which she signed. "There you go. Have a nice evening." The man tipped his cap and turned to walk back into his car.

Sara took the flowers and package with interest and put them on the table, this time not locking the door behind her.

She opened the note in the midst of the black roses.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

But the flowers of death

Are what I send to you

They're here as an omen

A warning as such

I hope you will listen

Or you'll run out of luck

Nick should have told you

Just what we can do

Well maybe he does not

Care about you

Soon we will hurt you

Do I fill you with dread?

Just know that we're watching

Your pretty, sweet head.

With love, JJ and M.

Sara frowned, dropping the flowers onto the counter. Her heart rate sped up quickly. JJ. Was it like what happened to Nick, a prank?

Suddenly she remembered that she hadn't locked the door. She ran to do so and then walked back into the kitchen. She stared at the package and swallowed. She took a large knife out of the drawer to open the package and she had to admit that she felt safer with it in her hand.

When she opened the package a CD fell out, along with another letter, a few photographs and a jewellery box.

She read the letter first.

My life is brilliant.
My skills are sure
I saw you, Sara.
So sweet and pure.
You smiled at me on the subway.
You were sitting with your dad.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,

'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
I know exactly what to do,
Because soon I will take you.

Yeah, you caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
Could you see from my face that I was,
Not that shy
And I am sure I will see you again,
You can rest assured you will hurt till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
I know exactly what to do
Because soon I will take you.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
And soon I will take you
And you'll never see your loved ones again

Well it's time to face the truth,
Very soon I will kill you.

You like my take on the song, Sara? Gotta love James Morrison, but his lyrics aren't quite right. Nicky-boy would love it, wouldn't he? We're watching, Sara. God, you are beautiful! Soon we'll take you away. I don't advise telling anyone except Nicky-boy. If you do, we'll kill all your friends. Tali, Tony, Morgan, Greg...need I go on? Anyway, don't worry, Sara. We'll take good care of you. Don't forget to play the CD. I think you'll love it.

Sara didn't realise that she was shaking until the paper fell from her hand. She glanced at the photographs and froze. Her and Nick, on the horses. Shots taken through her bedroom window.

She grabbed the CD and ran to her room to grab her laptop, ignoring the beeping microwave. She slid the CD into the drive, and a single audio file popped up. She clicked on it and sound instantly started to play.

Someone was screaming. It was strange, it sounded like Nick, but it was more of a little boy's voice. It sounded like a younger Nick. Her blood ran cold.

"Stop it, please! I don't want to!" The vulnerable voice begged "Stop it, it hurts! Please, stop, please!"

There were a few moaning noises and then the little boy sobbed.

"Who's that?"

A cold voice rang over the reply. "He didn't like me then, either Sara. Can you hear? He was afraid of me, scared of me. He was nine years old. I won't tell you what we did, I'll let him tell you that."

"Help me!" the little boy screamed. "I don't like it!"

"Know who it is yet?" the voice crooned. "I'll give you a clue. His first name starts with N and ends in K, and there's an I and a C in between. Got it yet? Nicholas 'Nick' Stokes!"

"STOP, PLEASE!" Nick screamed. "MOMMY! MOOOOOOOMMY!"

Sara started hyperventilating as the boy, apparently Nick, screamed in what sounded like pain and agony. The screams sent shivers down Sara's spine and turned her blood to ice in her veins.

Her finger brought the mouse over to the stop symbol, but a cold laugh stopped her.

"We're watching Sara. Tell anyone, and one of your friends will die. Simple as that, sweetheart."

Then the file ended.

Suddenly she heard a door open and close downstairs. She froze. Footsteps came up the stairs.

"Sara?" the voice from the tape sang in a sickly sweet voice. "Sara... Ready or not, here I come."

Sara brought her knees to her chest and drew herself into a crouch. She looked frantically around the room for a possible weapon. What stopped her from keeping a baseball bat under the bed?

Oh yeah, she hated baseball.

Suddenly a brainwave struck her. She fell to the floor and started scrambling under the bed to try and reach the long metal pipe that her mom had put there 'for emergencies'. She knew it was because of her mom's schizophrenia, but at least it was useful. She stretched her fingers out as far as she could.

"Hello Sara!" the voice sounded as if the owner was smiling.

She stretched her fingers further but just as she gripped the cool metal two hands grabbed her hips and dragged her out from underneath.

She screamed bloody murder and swung the pipe around behind her, only for her assailant to wrench it out of her hands.

"HELP ME PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!" she screamed.

"Oh hush, hush, naughty, naughty, Sara!" the man turned her over. She exhaled swiftly as a large masked man sat down on her chest and pinned her hands up above her head. He adjusted his position until Sara could draw in small breaths, little enough to make her dizzy but not too little to make her pass out.

"Wha...who...you...?" she wheezed.

"I suppose you could call me JJ if you like, gorgeous..."

"Wha...wan'...wi'...Nick?" she gasped, terrified.

"Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head with that." The man stroked her cheek gently, brushing her hair away from her face.

"Please...don't..." she begged, trying to suck in air.

"Don't worry, beautiful, it's not your time yet." The man soothed, taking a syringe from his pocket.

Sara gasped. "Na...no...please!" she squirmed beneath him, trying desperately to escape.

"Be good, Sara. Be a good girl." The man smiled, slowly pushing the needle into Sara's neck and slowly plunging the contents into her blood, relishing her whimpers. "Goodnight, Sara."

He leaned down and kissed her firmly on the lips. Even as the drug flew through her system she tried to pull away. By the time he drew away, her frightened pretty eyes were closed.

CSIVCSIVCSIV

Maria leaned back into Jason's arms. "You did it, well done!"

"Thanks." He smiled. "Not too shabby, is it?"

"Not too shabby at all." Maria purred.

On a large screen they watched Sara Sidle start to stir.

"Sara Sidle...Welcome to your nightmare."

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