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 crawling out from the

powder on the ground where she last saw

muttered with a triumphant smile. “I knew he wouldn't wait, so I tagged him with a handful of lime powder from the yard

of white powder under the faint

was one of the few places in the city

“Murderer! Murderer!”

regard for her safety, Vivian

suddenly turned into a maniacal killer was wielding a sharp dagger in his hand. Completely ignoring the guests, he stabbed one of the hotel's waiters as soon as

have blanked out for a moment because the next thing she remembered was the noise of police sirens blaring outside the hotel. She looked up and found the dagger in Kurt's

you enjoy committing murder?”

clerk cried, color draining from

it out of here

dagger into the clerk's chest until its point came

in the same fashion and even at the exact spot of the bullet that had penetrated Jason's

asked with a horrible gargling

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

was rooted to the spot in

“Kurt...”

time the police stormed into the building,

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

on anymore for fear of

he did not turn his weapon

his hand that was so slippery

the