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?

the building clumsily crawling out

of white powder on the ground

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

under the faint moonlight,

one of the few places in the city where the lights were on

“Murderer! Murderer!”

hesitation and regard for

dagger in his hand. Completely ignoring

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 hand pointed at the only clerk left at the

enjoy committing

the clerk cried, color

out of

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

same fashion and even at the exact spot of the bullet that

the clerk asked with a horrible gargling sound

lips. Behind his ears,

was rooted to the spot

“Kurt...”

the police stormed into the building, the two had

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

not hold on anymore for fear of being targeted as his next

not turn his weapon

he threw aside the dagger in his hand that was

weapon fell to the ground with a