The Stalker: Part 2

look at her just sitting there all alone. She so needs a friend and my brother once told me about her. I listen all the time to her conversations and know my time is drawing near. Her kind outlives mine, always has, and it's a shame we can't sit and talk over a drink or two and discuss a union of sorts.

I think she knows I watch her. She must because I see her watching me back and hear the words she says to me and to the others like me that aren't even here or are long gone. She's a sad creature really, and it's been told there was a time when she wasn't, though in my day it hasn't been seen. Back in my father's day, long before he was killed tragically at the hand of my own mother, she was quite beautiful and rarely home. We had to keep an eye on her everywhere but now, mostly we just keep tabs on her house and have her room bugged. There's always someone to talk to and there is no shortage of things to say but she sits and combs through the computer and types away her thoughts and ideals like a mad chef hell bent on coming up with the next greatest thing since sliced bread while none too intently watching whatever drivel pops up on the television. I don't even see the point really when you can just tear a hunk off from a loaf and slap some meat to it. Her kind are so complicated but their needs are so basic and my family and I have watched millions of them through the centuries as they wander aimlessly through life afraid of us and other things or small animals that they far outweigh and out produce. It can't be like this forever.

Every time I try to get close to her she freaks. I only want to talk to her and comfort her and let her know I understand. I know how she feels because we feel quite similar. The one good thing is she adores the darkness as much as I do and others like me, so it gives us ample enough time to observe. I have been forewarned not to get too close as she is prone to violence and will attack if she feels threatened. And they think themselves civilized and such but slap and punch and stomp whatever they feel will intrude. I don't know what they are all so afraid of. If they'd only just listen they will hear us and maybe not feel so weirded out by my kin. Seriously, there was a time when they knew how to fend for themselves and were quite nice and accommodating to all creatures great and small and now, they can't even hear their own failing heartbeats. These people have become so ignorant and sad and useless, but I am fond of this one. Like my father before me, I hope to achieve a communication, a relationship with her. She is one of the most interesting of her kind in her displacement within her own likenesses. I have been speaking to her for some several months now but she never says anything remotely obvious to let me know she heard me. I tell her it isn't so bad being one of the largest of her kind. I tell her she's beautiful and a queen and special. I tell her she's gentle and if I were a bigger male I would take her and make her happy; I'd give my life for her. But all I can do is stare and hope she recognizes me and reaches out with her gentle, small but soft hands and caresses me and whispers the affection I feel for her right back. Oh, if only I could be the one to bridge this gap, to make her smile and feel loved again.

Inching closer has gotten me nowhere. It angers her and today she came close to killing me. It hurts. I adore her and she wants to kill me and hasn't heard a damn word I said because she is too grieved for the damage her own people have done to her. It's painful to dwell on and even more painful to know what they have done to her and when I think back on the look of intent upon her face, I get choked up and well up some good and start to writhe in agony. How can I convince her that I love her? How can I secure a sense of safety and let her know she will never be alone or hunger or want again? How can I get her attention in a positive manner so we can have a drink and discussion and see if there is anything I can do, of any service I can be? I am willing to even settle for just friends if that is her wish. I would never hurt her, unless she begged me and we were playing and even then, I wouldn't harm a hair on her head for she is a most regal specimen and deserves to be treated like a queen. Someday...(sigh).~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.