Chance wasn't a stalker, he really wasn't. And as a matter of fact, the behavior he was exhibiting today would be something that he'd be bloody well appalled by if he were watching it from the outside... and yet he couldn't stop following you.

There was just something so... alluring about you.... Something he couldn't place. Because he wasn't even close enough to catch the scent of your blood, or even your skin for that matter, with so many bloody damn people around. Damn crowded as hell this time of day...

He hadn't even realized that he'd been following you for so long until you finally stopped walking for some reason, and he bumped right smack dab into you from behind like a right idiot...

His mind completely blanked out on him as you turned around to glare, unable to look away from your eyes. He probably looked mental, just staring like this.