Beca's POV
I woke up in Mike's bed. "Damn it..." I was in a hangover. She remembers a little bit. Her, Mich, and Mike were drinking, and then drank a whole 6 pack... for whatever reason. Stupid brain. I walked in the kitchen.
"Hello sleepy head." Mike smiled, it was so kawaii for real.
I noticed something," Why was in your bed?"
"Apparently you sleepwalk."
"What?!"
He nodded. Oh god, I SLEEPWALK?!? That's so weird! But then last night, she remembered every thing important. Mike asked her out on a date! Of course he used horrible puns, but still...
"Hey Beca! Come see for a moment!!!"
"What?" I ran down stairs. He was going through mail. It was a letter, addressed to me, sent here. Creepy... it read,
'Dear Ms. Chancey,
Better keep your lovers safe... I'm going to be getting you, Rebeca~ and your going to be mine... FOREVER.
Sincerely,
VINCENT'
I fell down on my knees, crying. No, no no no. What if he got Jeremy first? Oh no... I ran to my car.
"WTF are you doing?!" I heard Mike screamed out.
"Don't care!!" I said while turning the engine on and then hurrying to Jeremy's house. I parked and ran through the door. He always unlocks when he as at home. Bri for some reason on the couch, taking a nap. I went for Jeremy's room, I knocked.
"Hey Jere? Are you alright?"
He opened the door. "Oh h-hey B-Beca... what b-brings y-y-you here?"
I noticed something wrong with him, he was hugging the door, trying to block something, and his tone was, scared.
"Jeremy, what's wrong?"
"N-nothing..."
"Open the door..." he opened it a little, "More, more... more... more...." he was opening it more and more until something happened, he had a face, one that said, ' Oh god...' and he choked back a sob, and fell on his knees, eventually face first on the floor. I saw it nice and good, there was a couple of healing stabs, and a freshly made new one.
"Help me..." He choked on his own words. I started crying, "BRI!!!"
"Beca?"
"CALL 911 NOW!!!"
I heard her talking, "What is the problem?"
"Jeremy, he got stab multiple times..."
I heard her gasp and tell the lady on the phone of what happened. I was crying, hugging Jeremy's body, I called Mike.
"WTF WAS THAT?!?"
"That letter, it was from Vincent, and it was threatening you two..."
"So why are you calling me about this?"
"Jeremy, he was... stabbed."
Shithead's POV
Oh no... no, no, NO!!
It was last week, it was the 6th night... we were doing our own things when Vincent came and wanted us to pick between living or dying for Beca or no Beca. Beca of course chose to go with Vincent, but in the long hallway, she gave him a concussion with a baseball bat... he's not going to give up on something he wants.
FUCK!
Now he's attacking my only other friend. I hurried up to my car to Jeremy's place. An ambulance was there already.
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Mikey
FanficREAD ME!!!!!! He is the old. You are the new. He survived. But you didn't know. He's protected. And you are too. But by one. He dies unfortunately but is happy. But you... you are depressed. Hey this is a sad book, and this is BEFORE Promises. Kinda...
