The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

Vivian jumped into the courtyard of the police station without making a noise.

Looking up, she saw a faint light coming from a room on the second floor. Swallowing her fears, she climbed up in Kurt's wake and found herself in the coroner's office.

A strong smell of formalin invaded Vivian's nostrils at her arrival. She was stunned to see the young man transfixed by a corpse that had undergone an autopsy.

“Isn't that Jason?”

Vivian's dark eyes widened as her tiny hands clapped to her mouth.

How did he know that Jason's body would be here?

Her pupils dilated in horror, and Vivian's head swam with more questions than answers since leaving the hospital.

However, Kurt barely moved a muscle as he stood over the body. After staring at it quietly for five minutes, he gently touched its stone-cold face.

Vivian was not sure if she had imagined detecting a trace of sadness in his gesture.

A little later, Kurt returned the corpse to its locker before emerging again.

“Kurt?” Vivian called tentatively. She did not hide from him. Instead, she craned her neck to look at him cautiously under the cold and dark night sky.

Instead of acknowledging her, Kurt merely stared into the pitch-black distance with a cold menace in his eyes.

Without warning, he jumped out of the window.

Vivian panicked. We're on the second floor! What about me?

silent frustration, she climbed down the building clumsily crawling out from the place he had disappeared through

sprinkle of white powder on the ground where she last saw

I thought ahead,” she muttered with a triumphant smile. “I knew he wouldn't wait, so I tagged him with a handful

the faint moonlight, she dashed off in

places in the city where the lights were on at that hour. At

“Murderer! Murderer!”

regard for her safety, Vivian ran

his hand. Completely ignoring the guests, he stabbed one of the

thing she remembered was the noise of police sirens blaring outside the hotel. She looked up and found the dagger

committing murder?” he

color draining from her

of

the dagger into the clerk's chest until its point came out of her

the same fashion and even at the exact spot of the

did you know where we are?” the clerk asked with

boy's lips. Behind his ears,

to the

“Kurt...”

the police stormed into the

traveling around the city, watching the rampage in Kurt's reckless wake like a fettered demon

she could not hold on anymore for fear of being targeted

turn his weapon on

of a supermarket, he threw aside the dagger in his hand that was so slippery

weapon fell to the