Chapter 58: Stalker
"Who’s there?" Damien barked at the changing room next to his.
His heart was pummeling in his chest, adrenaline rushing everywhere in his body as he ran all the voices he could remember in his head, trying to find one that could match that of his surprise guest—but none of them rang a bell; and Damien didn’t remember pissing off anyone in Gibbous to the extent that they would stalk him.
Unless...
"I’m a fan of yours," the anonymous voice replied, the mysterious edge still noticeable even though the person behind it had lowered their pitch.
The voice sounded like it belonged to a boy from what Damien could make out—one who was probably his age too, although, his was a bit coarse.
Damien let go of the breath he was holding. He was a bit thankful that he hadn’t come across a rogue. However, the boy in the next room seemed to know his name and where to find him, meaning only one thing—he was a stalker. That bit of knowledge still didn’t settle the lad’s heart, especially considering his "fan" had decided to hide himself.
"Umm, what’s your name?" Damien mumbled, trying to fumble his foot into the trousers he was holding and losing balance all of a sudden.
The next moment, he found himself tripping and hitting the wall behind him with a loud thud, missing the mirror behind him by an inch.
’Ugh, why’s it suddenly so hard to concentrate on something so simple?’ The young vampire cursed himself, struggling to his feet and retaining his balance the next moment.
"My name isn’t of utmost importance right now," the mysterious boy replied after waiting for Damien to stop making noise.
Damien froze in his tracks.