Security at the academy had increased. The fact the werewolves could have attacked while I was there and not at the bar, had Frank and Ms. Huntington on high alert. This also meant it was time for me to move on. To do that, I needed to stock up on some weapons and creeping into the vault room attached to Frank's office a few things had changed. The red lights hidden in the doorframe made me cautious and after poking around for a few minutes, the alarm made getting into his office difficult.

"Looking for something?" Turning, Frank is standing there looking very proud of himself.

"Just you!" I smile, and he only laughs.

"Sure about that?" He takes out a remote and hits a red button and sure enough the lights turn off and he walks in.

"Alarms, really?" I take a seat on the desk chair and twirl around, watching as he goes to his computer.

"I know, but we had this student who used to help herself to restricted items so it was a necessary precaution."

"Sounds like quite a girl!"

Frank grunts, not impressed yet when he looks at me he is smiling. "Something like that. You really kept me on my toes and judging by you hovering around here like a bad smell, good thing I put it in!"

"I wasn't going to go for anything restricted."

"Think it's smart for you to leave?"

"Yeah, I don't want the students put at risk before they go and put their lives at risk. Wait..." I tap my chin thoughtfully and he shakes his head while typing away. Sure enough the wooden panel beside him slides open.

"Funny. Come on, let's see what I can give you to play with."

Walking into his stash is exciting. Things have changed since I was last here and I can imagine Bond or some kind of secret agent character walking around inspecting the goods. I can't really travel with much and that knocks out more than half of my options and all the fun looked things.

Once I'm done, he takes me down to the gym and we go through a few techniques with some of the knives. In the end, we just fool around with a set of spears and the more I focus, the better I am. Six times Frank ends up with the blade tip at his throat, and by the seventh he is exhausted. I help him stand and the old security guard is now looking, as well as feeling his age.

"I want to take Alfie with me, but I can't lug him around. I will tell him to protect the school and to take it easy on the Trackers."

Frank passes me a bottle of water and nods, chugging his down. "Good idea. Why don't you like them? You used to get on with everyone!"

"There is always one who spoils it," I smirk, remembering Alfie bailing Logan up in the corner of my room. "Live and learn."

We end up going our separate ways and despite being here for two nights, I finally end up sleeping in a bed. Alfie is surprisingly comfortable to lay on and having stayed around him so much, I give us some time apart.

I hate leaving him.

Despite having a face only a Mother could love, he has worked his way into my heart. I never had a pet before and understood the appeal of it. I wasn't about to dress him up in people clothes and refer to him as my child, but the bond was there.

Since I usually left before dawn, I waited until the following night to go and with Alfie understanding his new duties I knew he was going to be fine. It was nearly midnight when I decided I needed to take a break, and going past a motel the thought of food had me pulling in.

"That's a lot of engine for a little lady."

Taking off my helmet, I shook out my hair and turned to the drunken idiot behind me. He was easily in his thirties and as he looked me over, he stroked his washed out blonde beard. Looking around, my bike was one of many in the car park and his leather club jacket told me exactly what kind of stop this was.

"As if you would know what I can handle."

His mates leered behind him, and rolling my eyes I went to go inside. The second his hand wrapped around my arm, I stopped and glaring at him I was glad he was only human. They all were and another run in with a pack of dogs, wasn't high on my list of things to do tonight.

"I would let me go."

"Now sweetheart, I'm not looking for any trouble.." His foul breath was dominated by beer and in all he stunk like stale cigarettes. I felt like I had just had a smoke by breathing in the same air he tainted and gave him another warning.

"Let me go otherwise that's all you're going to be getting."

"Oh, feisty! I like 'em like that. Let me buy you a drink." He laughed, looking to his friends for backup and the group all came in closer.

"Last time, let me go." I snapped, trying to tug my arm away.

"What you gonna do about it sweetheart?" He challenged, pulling backwards in a bid to make me stumble into him. Instead all he got was my fist in his jaw and he dropped against the railing by the stairs.

"That, now move." I walked past the group who became more interested in their fallen friend who wasn't getting up.

Finding a table in the back, I browsed the menu and after ordering got comfortable to listen to the band in the corner.

"Snake girl?" The familiar form of snake guy came to stand in front of my table, adjusting his own leather vest proudly. "Didn't think I'd ever see you again!"

"I'm full of surprises!" I mumble sarcastically, more interested in getting my food.

"I've heard, you knocked Dennis on his ass out there!" He sat down; either not noticing or ignoring the unfriendly look I gave him.

"You're with those idiots?"

"Yeah, my Dad is the President!" Of course he is.

"Right."

"What are you doing around here, they're harmless but going into places like this alone isn't the smartest idea!" He sips his beer, obviously keen for a chat.

"I can handle myself, no need to worry about me!" I force a smile, which soon turns genuine as the waitress brings over my order. I don't care I have an audience and start eating.

My phone beeps from my pocket and I pull it out curious as to why I'd be getting a text and more importantly - from whom.

Logan: 'Bikers bar, really?'

"You have a pet snake, you ride on a custom Harley, knock out men..." I can feel him staring at me yet choose to ignore it, just like Logan's stupid message and I put my phone down on the table.

"I bet you have a wicked tattoo hidden somewhere."

Is he flirting with me right now?

"Oh yeah, so wicked!" I answer sarcastically, quickly filling up my mouth with more food.

"If you're not doing anything later..."

I can sense him entering before he actually opens the door.

"No."

Paul reaches out to take my hand, and instinctively I pull away. It's nothing against him, but I'm not interested. I know exactly what he is hoping for and we're not about to ride off into the sunset on the back of his bike for a bunch of good times I'll regret later. Once I've eaten, I'm out of here.

"But..."

"No."

"Is this guy bothering you right now?"

I nearly choke on the chips I was in the process of swallowing as Logan appears at the side of the table and he slaps me hard on the back. Grabbing my coke, I quickly take a mouthful and once I'm certain I'm not going to die, look up at him glaring.

"Not as much as some!" He rolls his eyes and takes a seat beside me, reaching over and taking one of the few chips left.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Snake guy stands up, and I can see where this going. Hearing him raise his voice, the couple of guys at the table near ours look over cautiously and I shove the last of my burger into my mouth as I have no doubt Logan will take that too. "I think you should leave."

"You're right, come on Elle." Logan stands and takes my arm to pull me with him. Shoving him away, I shake my head.

"No. How the hell do you keep finding me?" This place was a few blocks away from a main road, and I have actually been making an effort to stay off the radar. I had been dealing in cash and I didn't tell anyone where I was actually going when I left school.

"Move on pal." Snake guy warns, putting down his beer he crosses his arm defensively. I didn't actually think he had it in him, and I look between the pair of them.

"Stay out of it, Elise come on. I'll tell you once we leave." Logan practically begs and I sit back in the chair comfortably, patting my stuffed stomach.

"Don't really feel like it Logey, you go on ahead without me."

"Stop being a bitch, just once and..." Snake guy has sent a fist Logan's way before he can finish his sentence, and if I thought the werewolves attack caused chaos this went from everyone hanging out peacefully to all-out war is seconds. It wasn't a fair fight, and thankfully Logan kept his cool enough to remember he was dealing with a human. Taking a big gulp of my drink, I got up and walked out making sure to avoid the bulk of the trouble.

Once outside I looked at my bike regretfully. It was the only logical reason for Logan finding me every god dam time so he had probably planted something on it. How had I not considered this before? I had to get new wheels and looking around, contemplated stealing Logan's car. I could cause more trouble and steal from the two-wheeler gang.

"Hey!" Turning, I did not expect Paul to be one of the first to escape the brawl and in one piece. Guess I didn't give him enough credit and a flicker of concern passed through my mind in regards to Logan.

"How did you get out here?"

"What? Don't think I can handle myself? I left your friend with a couple of mine, so how about we..." He started hopefully, coming closer the second his hands touched my shoulders I shoved him away.

"No."

"Come on, I just..."

"No." Luckily he was a gentleman, stupid, but he knew when to let it go and not keep pushing. Taking a second to look around, I got an idea. "Which ones yours?"

He pointed to the red pickup truck towards the end of the lot and turning to smile at him, I ignored the echo of sirens as the police headed our way. Pulling out my keys, I twirled them around on my finger.

"How about we swap rides?"

"Is yours stolen?" He asked doubtfully, yet still took out his keychain and removed the car key from the rest.

"Guess you'll have to wait and see!" I grab the key off him and throw mine at his chest before grabbing my bag and taking off up towards his car. "Thanks snake guy!"

"Elise!" Logan screams. Just by hearing how angry he sounds has me running faster.

"Sorry Logey, gotta go!" Unlocking the car I pray it starts and I soon have the engine screaming, pushing the old car to its limits in seconds. I can't help laugh and seeing the petrol station a few miles up the road, pull over and leave the truck there. Annoyingly, he got to see what I was driving and hailing a taxi as it passed wished him luck tracking me now.

--

After making the most of the complimentary buffet breakfast at the hotel I got dropped off last night, I decide to go back to bed. Going to Selene's wasn't going to be immediate; she'd most likely be expecting that after the attack and taking it easy for a day or so was appealing. There was also the fact I nothing to get around in and sleeping off my food made even more sense.

Unlocking the door to my suite, I had just shut the door when I felt it and pulling the dagger from it pouch on my belt, tried to keep control of my anger so I didn't do something I could, maybe, regret.

Throwing the weapon across the room, I couldn't have planned it better as the blade landed at the edge of the bedding - right between Logan's legs.

"What the fuck!" He screamed, moving up the bed as if he was expecting it to come to life and chase him.

I moved quickly and grabbed it back; stepping up onto the bed I towered over him. Raised the dagger above my head, it was an obvious threat since I could easily plunge it down into him.

"You're psychotic!"

"Me? You're the stalker - who just turns up in someone's hotel room?"

"Who sets up a friend in a fucking bar fight and then fucks off?" He screams back. The bruising on his cheek made me almost proud of Paul.

"Who did you know there? Oh wait, we're friends?" I lower my arm, but don't move.

"Funny!"

"Shame you got that pretty face of yours messed up." I mock, and he all he does is narrow his eyes.

"I'm not pretty!" He spits out, smirking as he nods. "Oh right, too pretty to kill anything... Must be why I only punched your little biker boyfriend leaving him alive."

At the mention of what had been in my diary, I'm seeing red. Before I can raise the dagger again, Logan knows he has got to me and wobbles around on the bed. The springy mattress makes standing still hard and as he knocks out one of my legs I stumble. Putting my hands out to brace myself, the dagger lands in the pillow besides his head and I land awkwardly on top of him. His briefly turns to look at my hand, which is still gripping onto the handle before turning to face me.

"If you wanted me in bed, you just had to ask."

I hate him.

"You're an asshole."

"You're on top of me."

As I go to get off him, he grabs my hand and pinching my finger I drop the dagger so now it's in his possession. He throws it across the room onto the floor, clearly thinking he is safe without my having it.

"How are you even here?"

"I keep telling you, I am a Track-er!"

"No Tracker is this fucking good!"

"I'm hurt you don't trust my abilities." He puts his hand on his heart and frowns. "Seriously Bunny, didn't you miss me?"

"Like a hole in the head. Get out or I'll call hotel security!"

"What are they going to do? Defend your honor like you boyfriend back at the bar?"

"God stop calling him my boyfriend. Snake guy actually created Alfie's home at the school and speaking of, you have about a minute to get out before the python realizes you're in here!" I can't help feel triumphant as Logan's face pales and he gets off the bed.

"You've got him with you?"

"You're the Tracker! Did you miss that detail when you were stalking me?"

Leaving the bedroom, I move into the kitchenette and Logan is shadowing me as if Alfie could jump out at any second.

"Tell me how you're finding me and I'll make sure you don't end up as snake food." I turn to find him, ridiculously close and I take a step back to avoid any, mishaps.

"You wouldn't..." I raise an eyebrow and he swallows nervously. "Look, what happened back at the hospital, I want to say I'm sorry."

"I don't care. Say or think what you want about me - fact is, your minute is up and I'm about to go and open the door to let him in after he went for a morning swim!"

He looks towards the door and back at me, still trying to work out if I'm bluffing.

"Fine. I'll tell you!" He mumbles defeated, stepping towards me I step back only to feel the small counter blocking me. His eyes light up as he comes closer and he rests one hand on the bench and the other on my hip.

Too close! Way, way too close!

"Logan," I warn, hating how I don't have it in me to push him away. Some of his hair has fallen down over his left eye and my gaze lowers to his lips, remembering all too well the kiss we shared in the bathroom.

"Stop thinking about me naked."

"I am no..." His hand slides down into my pocket and keeping eye contact, he smirks as pulls out my phone. "What are you doing?"

He steps back, and I watch as he slides his finger across the screen and unlocks it. Bastard!

"GPS Bunny, a modern day Trackers' best friend!"

"What?"

He holds up the phone, showing me the location settings and flips the off switch. I didn't even know that was on my phone let alone how to turn it on or off.

"Now that's done, you know you're stuck with me right? I promised Jordan to keep an eye on you and I keep my promises."

The knocking on the door has him losing his cocky attitude and while I know it's not Alfie, he doesn't.

"Elise, you said you'd call him off if I told you!" He reminds me, his voice not hiding his paranoia.

"Yeah but I never made any promises." Winking I go to open the door, hoping he doesn't notice the fact I put my hand at my side where the second dagger is hidden.

"Miss Bunting, there was a delivery down stairs for you." The doorman hands over an A4 envelope and with a short nod, heads to the elevator.

Closing the door Logan looks at me suspiciously before being pissed off. "He isn't here is he?"

"Nope." I can't help feeling victorious and opening the envelope, I pull out a smaller one and inside is a ticket to the ballet. Checking the main envelope again, I spy the tiny piece of paper in the corner. "We need to talk."

"Well yeah, but what's in there?" Logan steps over and takes the ticket off me. "Ballet?"

"We need to talk." I hold up the note and gasp, "Do you think it's Jordan?"

"Not really, I'm sure if he was going to contact you he wouldn't do it by giving you a ticket to a night out." Logan turned it over, as if expecting the answer to be on the ticket when another realization dawned on me.

"He wouldn't contact me anyway, he'd leave messages for Dad because hey, what can I do?" I can't hide the hurt I feel at knowing even my own brother didn't think I could or would do anything.

"Elise, what were you like the last time he saw you? Do you blame him for thinking like that?" I don't appreciate Logan's reality check either.

"Yeah what ever. You can go now." I head back towards the bedroom. The show is for tomorrow night and that gives me some time to get ready for it.

"Go? Ah, no!" I groan as he follows, and not for the first time since leaving I wish that Alfie's here.

"I got this, go stalk someone else!"

"I'm not... Elise, you can't seriously be considering going."

"Why not?"

"You have no idea who sent this, it could be a trap or..."

"Or a really good lead. I'm going with my gut Logan so just don't." I slam the bathroom door in his face, making sure to lock it.

"I think we do need to talk, so we can do it out here or I'll just sit and wait."

"Well get comfortable, because I'm not coming out until you go or don't argue with me on this." I sit on the closed toilet seat, crossing my arms and glaring at the door as if he could see me.

Silence.

Did he actually go?

"Fine by me, it's one way to keep you from doing something stupid. Besides I've got this great little diary to read, you may know it as 'Dear Bob'..."

I really, really hate him.