The return of the mad slasher! Not that I really, you know, went away or anything...
O.o;;
Okay, I truly didn't picture poor Evan as some kind of stalker until I heard this song with
slash on the brain. It's... perfect! Dude -- even if you don't know the song, the
poetry involved makes it all worthwhile. These lyrics are sooo true for stalking (don't ask
how I know, just rest assured that I was on the receiving end, unfortunately). So no
wimping out and skipping the song lyrics! They pertain to the body of the story as well.
This fic is loosely connected to my other fic, "Bittersweet" which has Evan as the spurned
approacher. It isn't a main part of the storyline or anything, so this fic can easily stand on
its own. A bit of background though, just in case you're interested: Evan came on to
Pietro in eighth grade, but was rejected because Pietro didn't yet realize he was gay. Then
Pietro and Lance got involved in a serious relationship, and Evan's like What the
fuck?! There. Now he's a super-nifty stalker! :D Seriously, though, look at the
lyrics and tell me that doesn't just scream "EvanIsAStalker!!" I can definitely see
Spyke doing all the things mentioned in the lyrics that I didn't include within the body --
all of it. I wish I could somehow film the super-cool music video I created in my
head to go along with this...
This takes place several years in the future -- so everyone can drink and be merry and not
worry about being underage! No real reason beyond that. Go figure! >:D
I dedicate this fic to batE -- a very nice, helpful person, and a die-hard Evietro fan to boot!
Luv ya! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, any of its characters, or Darren Hayes and
his nifty little song, no matter how hard I pray... so don't sue me! :P
Creepin' Up On You
Evan sat in his �borrowed� ride, observing in silence the couple in the Jeep. At the
moment, he honestly did not care whether Scott punished him for swiping the vehicle -- he
was too preoccupied with the pale, slender boy sitting in the lap of the older brunette.
Damn him.
Creepin' up on you is the wrong thing to do
I found your address; got your phone number too
Visit all the stores where you buy all your clothes
Been to secret places you think nobody knows
If I have to live without you, nobody could
I need to be around you, watching you
He'd been following closely since the pair left the mall. He'd lurked behind large display
racks, hiding in shame, lest he be caught. It was like James Bond; super-spy games. A
challenge... Seeing Lance buy Pietro a pile of clothing in an exclusive boutique,
then more at another trendy outlet nearly caused him to rip a spike. Being that he was in
public, though, he'd managed to contain himself. Too bad, really. At least they didn't
venture into Victoria's Secret. Small miracles. He watched them in the food court,
Lance's arm around the smaller boy's shoulders as they laughed and joked and had a good
time. Evan was not having a good time. Okay, that wasn't entirely true -- Evan
was enjoying his evening's activities, perverse and twisted as they may be.
Following an old love interest. Or maybe a not-so-old love interest...
No one else can love you like I do
Feel it when I'm creepin' up on you
I know that it wouldn't be right if I stayed all night
Just to peek in on you, creepin' up on you
Evan could watch this all night. He'd rather be participating, God knows, but he'd take
what he could get. Evan made sure the two didn't check behind them as they headed for
the parking lot.
Creepin' up on you...
Scott's car sure packs a punch, Evan thought to himself as he sped up to close the
distance between himself and the Jeep. Not too close, else they'd see. And they'd know.
Couldn't have that. He wondered briefly why they bothered taking that old Jeep anywhere
when they had a classy, late-model sedan waiting for them at home. Evan knew all about
it -- he'd even slept inside of it for a few hours one night, after his usual window-peeking
routine. Woken up to find his face stuck to the soft leather covering of the passenger's
side seat -- the seat where Pietro's precious bottom had resided many a time. Evan
resisted the urge to lick it -- the seat, not Pietro's perfect posterior, although the thought
of doing so gave him shivers up and down his spine. He somehow doubted Pietro would
be too thrilled by it. Luckily for him, no one had discovered him taking his little siesta.
They must take the Jeep for the memories... Next stop: Bayville's hottest new
jaunt -- The Players Club. How appropriate.
I've been hangin' round all the places you haunt
Spyin' on your friends to find out what you want
Drinkin' from a glass that you left on the bar
Follow you around drivin' home in your car
Do I have to breathe without you, cause nobody could
I need to be around you, watching you
Paying the cover, Evan slipped inside and scanned the crowd for the object of his
affection. He spotted Pietro, sans Lance, sitting at the bar and swirling a drink; the ring on
the third finger of his left hand glittering tauntingly. Not available; off-the-market; no
sale; no deal... Evan was tempted to go over and snag him, but never got the chance.
Lance was back already. The look of unchanneled lust in both boys' eyes and the beat of
the pounding techno music were making Evan a bit heady. He took several deep breaths
to calm himself, closing his eyes to shut out the irritating strobe lights. He wanted to
spike that earth-shaking prick and take possession of his man. To hell with anything else
-- all he wanted was Pietro. He saw the duo leave the bar and saunter onto the dance
floor. Evan took the opportunity to jump into Pietro's abandoned seat and down the rest
of his drink, relishing the feel of the same glass that had caressed Pietro's lips touching his
own. What the Hell's wrong with me? Why am I here torturing myself like this?
No one else can love you like I do
Feel it when I'm creepin' up on you
I know that it wouldn't be right if I stayed all night
Just to peek in on you, creepin' up on you
I'm creepin' up on you...
Everyone would think he was certifiable -- if they only knew. His hot Friday night plans:
spying on the one person he'd never been able to catch. Literally and figuratively.
I know, this must be wrong, it can't go on
This kinda thing is taking all my sanity
And making me a mockery
This must be wrong, it can't go on
So won't somebody free me from this misery?
Bring my baby closer to me
This is so wrong... this isn't the way it was supposed to be... just a few harmless
peeks. Maybe a dozen. Or so. Now this is all I ever do... Why can't he see what he does
to me?
No one else can love you like I do
Feel it when I'm creepin' up on you
I know that it wouldn't be right if I stayed all night
Just to peek in on you, creepin'...
Leaving the club. Finally. Maybe now I can see something real...
No one else can love you, like I do
Feel it when I'm creepin' up on you
I know that it wouldn't be right if I stayed all night
Just to peek in on you, creepin' up on you
Driving. For a while, it seemed. Evan checked his watch, but couldn't make out the time
due to the lack of light. Following. The Jeep parking in a remote part of the city -- new
construction. Movement inside. Evan strained his eyes to see from the distance he was
at. No good -- still too far away. Maybe on foot... just a little closer...
Cause no one else can love you, no no
Like I do
Evan paused at twenty feet, and again at fifteen. No go. Ten feet. Five. A little
closer... Peeking in the back window. The expression on the white-haired boy's
face...
I know you feel it, when I'm peekin' in on you
Watchin' everything you do
Blue eyes closed; mouth opened in a silent "O" of ecstasy...
Cause no one else can love you
Like I do
Sliding up and down in the rock-tumbler's lap, actions apparent and clear...
No one else should love you, no
Like I do
Why can't that be me...?
Baby, creepin' up on you
Watchin' everything you do, yeah
I would be so good to you, for you... so gentle... always... forever.
Cause no one else can love you, no
No one else should touch you, no
A gasp and a cry of satisfaction drown out the small, pained whimper coming from the
unnoticed guest.
No one else can love you, touch you
Love you, be with you, no
Till I do
Maybe next time...
Till I do
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A/N: C'mon! Review and tell Psycho B that her first Evietro-ish fic didn't completely suck!
Even if it was a bit morbid and warped... =^.^=