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?

feet in silent frustration, she climbed down the building clumsily

of white powder on the ground where she last saw

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

powder under the faint moonlight,

at a hotel in Jadeborough. It was one of the few places in the city where the

“Murderer! Murderer!”

hesitation and regard for her safety, Vivian ran

young man who suddenly turned into a maniacal killer was wielding a sharp dagger in his hand. Completely ignoring the guests, he

police sirens blaring outside

committing

clerk cried, color draining from

of here alive tonight. Just like

chest until its point came out of her

same fashion and even at the exact spot of the bullet

did you know where we are?” the clerk asked with a horrible gargling sound as her mouth filled up

the boy's lips. Behind his ears, three black veins became conspicuous, resembling his

rooted to the

“Kurt...”

police stormed into the building, the two had disappeared

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

could not hold on anymore for fear of being targeted

not turn his weapon on

dagger in his hand that was so slippery from all the

weapon fell to the ground