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?

After stomping her feet in silent frustration, she climbed down the building clumsily crawling out from the place he

had disappeared through seconds earlier.

Vivian detected a sprinkle of white powder on the ground where she last saw him.

“It's a good thing 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 the yard before I came up!”

Following the trail of white powder under the faint moonlight, she dashed off in the direction he went.

Vivian next caught sight of Kurt at a hotel in Jadeborough. It 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 inside.

“Murderer! Murderer!”

Without hesitation and regard for her safety, Vivian ran in.

The young man who 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 the latter emerged.

Vivian must 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 hand pointed at the only clerk left at the

front desk.

“Did you enjoy committing murder?” he asked.

“You!” the clerk cried, color draining from her cheeks.

“None of you will make it out of here alive tonight. Just like how he didn't.”

Kurt drove the dagger into the clerk's chest until its point came out of her back.

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

vest.

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

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

resembling his pupils' blackness at that moment.

Vivian was rooted to the spot in fear.

“Kurt...”

By the time the police stormed into the building, the two had disappeared again.

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

being unleashed at last.

Ultimately, she could not hold on anymore for fear of being targeted as his next victim.

Nevertheless, he did not turn his weapon on her.

After slaughtering the entire staff of a supermarket, he threw aside the dagger in his hand that was so slippery from

all the blood that he could not even hold it.

The weapon fell to the ground with a discordant clang.

Vivian gazed at him numbly.

“I'm done,” he finally said. “Are you still going to watch me?”

She stood there for what seemed like an eternity watching the boy approach her, bringing the stench of iron and

death along with him.

“You're not killing them at random, are you?”

“Random?”

“They're the bad guys, aren't they?” Vivian asked softly with tears in her eyes. “Who am I speaking to right now? Is

it Kurt or Daphne?”

Kurt would never kill so many people at once.

Also, it was impossible for Kurt to recognize Lucy's henchmen or where they hid when even her father had not

managed to unearth anything.

How did he know upon waking up?

Vivian stared at the young man intently.

The question she asked managed to draw his attention. Kurt slowly turned his cold and familiar eyes up at her with

such fierce intensity that it felt as sharp as his dagger.

“Daphne? Who is Daphne? I only know that I should execute these people.”

There was a murderous glint in his eyes as he spoke.

Suddenly, Vivian remembered a biologist's report she had seen long ago. The report mentioned the possibility of

some viruses having certain memory. Upon invasion of the human body, it would eventually take over its host if the

infected victim's immune system could not expel it in time.

Kurt isn't himself. He's ill from the virus.q