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It was later that day, and I was sitting at a restaurant with Neveah, and we'd been chatting for hours.
It wasn't the Thai place Sebastian worked at; it was a chai place inside the mall; when I realized what Sebastian was.
I was exhausted, honestly; all these emotions tangling me in a web of fear and... denial.
Although I wasn't as in denial as I was supposed to be, I would think. So... I guess I was fine.
"You and Sebastian still in a tid-bit?" Neveah asked me.
I glanced up and shook my head, loving how the warmth of the chai deepened into my skin. "No, in fact he dragged me out of the room and kissed me, and then he pulled back and said 'to be continued.'"
Neveah choked on her drink, and I gazed up nervously.
"You don't think he was insinuating... sex, right?" I asked her.
She continued coughing, clearly trying to get the chai out of her system.
"Yes," she said then, voice raspy as she calmed her breathing, "yes, he was insinuating that."
"But I barely know him!" I argued, feeling my cheeks burn.
"But you find him hot," Neveah said, smiling slyly, "admit it."
"Well, yeah..." I whispered, looking down, "he is... hot."
"Having fun?" a voice said next to us.
Both Neveah and I screamed, looking up.
Of course, it was Sebastian.
He was leaning against the booth next to me, lips curled into that stupid devil-smile as he eyed me curiously.
"What?" Neveah said, brows arched. "Are you the waiter here, too?"
He glanced over at her, smirking. "Maybe."
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I live with you. You can stop following me everywhere like a creep."
He laughed. "What's the fun in that?"
I just rolled my eyes, giving him a look seconds later. "You know what?" I stood. "I have some business to do in the bathroom, be back in ten minutes."
"Ten?" Neveah said, blinking. "What are you doing in there? Craping the Eiffel Tower?"
"Nah," Sebastian said, smirking at me, "I think it's less innocent."
Neveah glanced at me' brows arched.
I glared, feeling my face heat. "I hate you both."
And I stormed off to the bathroom, slamming the door open and walked over to the stall, doing my business before I walked out.
As I washed my hands, I stared at my reflection, brows drawing together when I noticed my cheeks were red, and so was my nose, though when I dried my hands to touch my face, the redness was cold.
Well... I guess it was snowing.
But I glanced back down at the counter, closing my eyes as I caught my breath.
I gazed up then, determined to leave, but that's when I saw Sebastian's reflection in the mirror.
I screamed, spinning around.
He just arched his brows in response.
"What the HELL?" I yelled, breathing shallowly. "This is the GIRL'S BATHROOM, you ASSHOLE!"
Sebastian remained in his position, but he just smiled...
And it wasn't his usual smile... no... it was dark... sadistic.
It wasn't like him.
"Why... why are you looking at me like that?" I demanded.
His smile only widened, and I felt everything inside me chill.
This wasn't like him... it wasn't.
Something was off in his expression; how menacing he looked. It wasn't... like him.
Sebastian stood fully and smiled, tipping his head to the side as I backed away, breathing shallowly.
Something was wrong.
His eyes darkened as his smile widened. "I fooooooooooooound you," he sang.
My brows drew together, and I glanced down at his clothes, secretly wondering if there was blood on them or something. Something that would signify that he was some killer.
There was none.
But I saw that his shirt and jeans were a different color and style than Sebastian... the ones he was wearing two minutes ago, and that his skin was just a touch darker, as well as the speckles in his eyes...
They were gone.
I went cold.
No. This wasn't him. This was an imposter.
"You know," pseudo-Sebastian said as my eyes flickered back up, and I sucked in a breath when he slipped a gun out from his pocket, "I've waited a long time for this."
Everything inside me froze, and I was worried that my heart would grow cold... and I didn't want to feel that pain.
No.
I screamed then; as loud as I could.
I didn't know why I did; I should've ran or fought him, but it was my first instinct.
As my voice scratched my throat, I suddenly shot out to the door, but pseudo-Sebastian caught my arm, laughing as he spun me toward him.
Before I could react, he cracked the butt of the gun across my head, and my vision framed with darkness, and I fell backwards.
I distantly collided with the counter, but I could barely feel it, and I just crashed with the floor.
Black spots covered my sight, and I felt the cold inside me deepen as another thing trickled down from my head...
I was going to die.
I swore I was going to die.
But then I heard a distorted voice—distant, but horrifying—and I tried looking back up at him, but one of the black spots covered his face, only making him more menacing.
I was so... tired.
"Good girl," pseudo-Sebastian said, laughing, "that's how you quiet."
But the exhaustion consumed me, and my lashes fluttered shut no matter how hard I tried to keep them open, and I started falling.
I was falling.
Was this what it felt like when you were dying?
But—as I continued falling—I heard a door crash in and distant yelling, and I heard male screaming, crashing, and cries of pain.
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A/N:
Ooh, scary. So what do you think so far?
