Better Off Dead (Kellic) ✔️

20: Vic

** Vic's POV **

What the hell had I done?

The question boomed through my head like someone screaming at me through a god damn loudspeaker.

I couldn't concentrate on answering that question for very long though, as something else had caught my attention when I got back to my side of the plane. Weird noise filled my ears, making it almost impossible for me to hear anything else.

But it wasn't just the noise; it was the black figure that I saw before me that I couldn't look away from. It was huge, cold and it was floating right before me. It didn't seem to have a face, and yet I could feel it staring at me.

It was this thing that made the noise. The noise that I swore I had heard before. Weird creaking, gears turning and low heaves. It freaked me the hell out.

And it felt like this thing was just there staring at me for ages, but in reality it were only mere seconds before it then disappeared again.

The basement went quiet, and I was left with just one thought again...

What the hell had I done?

I kissed a ghost! A dead person, for crying out loud!

I was developing feelings for someone who was dead!

Shit. I actually liked this guy.

I mean... he was quirky, passionate, challenging, and hell let's not forget how extremely attractive he was... especially for a dead guy. But then again, he looked alive whenever I got to see him. And he felt real. His lips felt real. God those lips felt so good on mine though.

But I wasn't supposed to end up liking him... I was supposed to help him figure out how he died!

We definitely strayed off that path...

I rubbed my face, feeling just a bit tired from the strenuous journey to the other side, and quickly made my way upstairs again.

God, Kellin probably hated me. Although, I'm pretty sure that he did kiss me back. Either that or it was just my mind playing tricks on me.

I entered the living room, but saw no sign of movement. The iPad that I had provided Kellin so we could communicate was resting on the edge of the couch, so I figured that he either wasn't there or that he didn't want to talk.

I kind of expected the latter.

"I-I'm sorry." I stuttered, just in case he was there and he could hear me.

I waited for a moment, but I didn't get a response, so I left the living room and decided to go for a walk. The whole time I was out, I felt like I was being watched somehow. It couldn't have been Kellin though, since he couldn't leave the house, so I knew it wasn't.

What was it though?

And what was that strange, black figure?

There were so many things that needed to be explained; yet somehow all I really found myself thinking about was Kellin. I wanted to know what was on his mind. I wanted to know what he thought about the kiss. Yet at the same time I was scared for the answer.

Deep in thought, I just walked on and on, until a loud noise suddenly startled me. A car horn blared furiously from beside me, and I only just managed to jump out of the car's way.

"Jesus and Mary." I breathed, feeling my heart beating in my throat as I watched the car surge past me at high speed. I stared at it until it disappeared in the distance.

Shit, that could've been the death of me just there.

It was then that I heard the same noise from before, coming from right next to me. The mixture of low heaving and gears turning gave me the chills. It was definitely the creepiest sound that I had ever heard.

And though I wanted to look, I decided not to. I nervously bit my lip, stuffed my hands in my pockets and turned away, walking back in the direction that I came from. The noise had faded out by the time that I arrived back at the house, but it didn't still my nerves.

I needed to know what that thing was.

And I needed to talk to Kellin.