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❂| 029. "Kiss of Death"- Sebastian

Paul was restless, more than his usual form, Sam could tell that, the way Paul was thumping his fingers on the table, his hair all over the place, "Paul", Sam calls for him, pulling him from the pit of despair, "he will be fine", he rests his hand on Paul's back, feeling the other pull back too fast from him, he was jumpy.

Paul mutters a small sorry, moving near the window, the rain splattering onto the tainted glass, "there's a weird feeling", he tells Sam, turning to look at him, "a weird taste on my tongue", the muscles on his back gets tense, "like death", he nods at himself, the metallic taste, the winds reeking of corpses, "Sebastian's gonna die".

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The twins hold onto each other's hands, Sebastian looks over at the sky, "i don't feel so good", he pulls onto Bella, stopping her in their tracks, "neither do I", Isabella was radiating a new kind of determination, the way eyes stared at the studio door in front of them, she was trying her best to become his strength, to protect her brother.

Sebastian followed her into the studio, cautiously opening the door, the old door creaked under his weight, and reflections surrounded them the moment they entered the hallway, walls filled with mirrors. Sebastian could see a glimpse of him running being a kid running into the same halls, Bella following her wearing that fluffy pink skirt, the illusion faded away and left him staring into his blue eyes.

"Bella, where are you?" Reene called for her daughter, Bella ended up in a frenzy, "mom, where are you", she shouts into the hallway, the mirrors keeping up with her run, "mom, please, where are you", Sebastian calls for Reene, the air felt heavy, too still, like the calm before a storm.

"Here, baby", Reene calls for her children again, Bella hurriedly opens the supply closet to come face to face with a screen, the old tv illuminating her relieved face, "Don't you want to dance baby?", the video plays on the screen, Reene focuses the camera on a twirling Seb, doing a complete circle, "see like your brother", Sebastian follows Bella into the supply closet, relieved to see that Reene is safe, "Bella, we must leave", he pulls onto her, only to catch a glimpse of James on the screen.

"He was adorable", James's laugh echoes in the hall, "she's not here", Bella takes a breath of relief, "sorry, you both were too easy", James's reflection comes closer with each mirror Sebastian's eye looked over, the red light from the camera catches his eye, "Bella", Sebastian pulls Bella behind her.

James flashes the camera in Sebastian's face, "the selfless brother", he smiles at him, sending shivers all over Sebastian's body, "let's record a little bit of our time here", he moves to record Bella, "just so Edward and Jasper can enjoy it later", he laughed, like a wild beast, taunting his prey.

Isabella threw her purse at James, disorienting him for a second, pulling Sebastian with her, while she run from the supply closet, "Excellent! an escape attempt" James was excited, the game of chase was making his body feel the kind of high, the high he missed after turning into a vampire, it wasn't for too long since he found his another high, the game of chase.

Sebastian felt something cold and vile, looking down at hard fingers digging into his flesh, "it will break poor Jasper's heart", James tug on his waist, stopping Sebastian in his track. Isabella turns to look, the sudden feeling of losing something wraps around her heart, "run", Sebastian mouths to her before getting thrown into one of the mirrors, the fragile surface breaking under him.

"They have nothing to do with this", Bella shouts at James, a weak attempt to full away from the vampire's attention away from her twin, "oh, they do", James walks toward Sebastian's frame, "the anger, the pain, will make this more interesting than their feeble attempt to save your life", he crouches in front of Sebastian, gliding his fingers on the warm flesh, smelling his scent, too distracted to notice the pepper spray in front of his face.