Captured

Hunters

I gulped as I stared at the mirror in the bathroom. I haven't seen these little messages for a while. The idea of someone stalking me is freaking me out. Whoever this is leaves no scent. Hell, it looks like he or she hasn't been here at all.

I stared at the small letters, hands trembling. Should I tell the others? I should, shouldn't I?

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Watch your back

Because I'm watching you

This is downright creepy. Yup, I'm waking Austin up. I ran out of the bathroom and jumped on his sleeping figure. He let out a groan and rolled over.

"What do you want, mate?"

"AUSTIN WAKE THE HELL UP! THERE'S A CREEPY STALKER LEAVING MESSAGES FOR ME!" I yelled pushing him off the bed. In a flash, he was in the bathroom. I quickly followed him inside.

"Uh, babe, there's nothing here..."

If I wasn't freaking out right now, I would've reacted when he called me babe. "No! ON THE MIRROR GOD DAMMIT!"

"Umm... there's nothing there..."

IS HE FUCKING BLIND?! OH MY GOD. I pushed him aside and looked at the mirror but stopped when I saw that the mirror look normal. No fancy poems or words written there. What.the.hell.

"I swear there was a poem written there," I said pacing in front of Austin.

"Hey, hey, calm down alright? I'll have some of my trackers see if they can find out who's stalking you ok?" He said wrapping his arms around my waist.

I took a deep breath and let it out. "Ok."

He smiled and led me out of the room and into the kitchen.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

I smiled, "Some pancakes and hash browns sounds good."

"Roger that,mate."

I chuckled and stared out the window. Something tells me something's going to happen this week. I can feel it in my gut.

"Here you go, mate," Austin said and slide the dish of food from across the table.

Wow, you can see how lazy he is. I quickly ate the pancakes and stopped as I noticed Austin just sitting there. I raised an eyebrow at him. He shrugged and continue staring.

I grinned, took my fork and scooped up some hash browns. I brought the fork up to his mouth.

"Open up," I said.

He shook his head," You have to eat, babe."

My cheeks flushed as I heard his little nickname. I shook my head.

"Here comes the airplane..." I sang bringing the fork slowly towards his mouth.

He chuckled and opened his mouth. I dumped the hash browns in there and continued eating. Hmm... he needs a nickname...

"You need a nickname too," I told him.

"Oh?" He said, "and what would that be?"

I waved my hand dismissively, "I'll think of something."

He laughed, walked over to me and gave me a peck on the cheek, "I'll be right back. I have to go change... unless you want to come with." He wriggled his eyebrows and gave me a smirk.

I whacked him on the head,"No! Now shoo!"

I can hear him laughing as he walked up the stairs. I got up and walked over to the sink to wash my dish. Bored out of my mind, I grabbed a tub of Ben&Jerry's strawberry ice cream and settled on the couch to watch a movie.