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?

building clumsily crawling out from the place he had

a sprinkle of white powder on the ground where she

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

trail of white powder under the faint moonlight, she dashed off in

was one of the few places in the city where the lights were on at that hour. At that moment, screams of horror were coming from

“Murderer! Murderer!”

hesitation and regard for her

who suddenly turned into a maniacal killer was wielding a sharp dagger in his hand. Completely ignoring the

she remembered was the noise of police sirens blaring outside the hotel. She looked up and found the dagger in Kurt's hand pointed at the only clerk left at

you enjoy committing murder?”

cried, color draining

make it out of here alive

chest until its point

same fashion and even at the exact spot of

are?” the clerk asked with a horrible gargling sound as her mouth filled up with

smile appeared on the corner of the boy's lips. Behind his ears, three black veins became conspicuous, resembling his pupils' blackness

was rooted to

“Kurt...”

the time the police stormed into the building, the two had disappeared

night traveling around the city, watching the rampage in

anymore for fear of being targeted as his next

not turn his weapon

aside the dagger in his hand that was so slippery from all

the