It's here. It's finally here. Gosh! I'm so exited.
I frankly recommend you to re-read the prologue again. Sorry for the wait.
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*Recap*
"What are you?" I ask, still not looking at him.
"A vampire." He simply says. "And answering to your other questions, you're here because they have come for us. Where are we it's something I can't answer right now, like my name. One step at the time." I just nod. This isn't real, A nightmare, right? Suddenly this feels natural to me... Why?
He takes another drag of his cigarette.
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"So... Where are we? I don't think I've ever been in this place before." I ask bluntly.
"Yes you have." He mutters coldly. "Think." He takes another drag of the damn cigarette. I try to ignore it as I slowly stand up. "Idiot." I mumble in the lowest voice possible. He laughed dryly, his voice is making me frustrated. I feel like if he was making fun of me. "Just think. I already gave you so many clues. It isn't that hard, okay?" I stand next to the window. I can barely breath, it smells awfully like humidity. I peek just a bit through the curtain. A small layer of dust covering the window. The smells bothers me as much as the cigarette smoke. Suddenly I heard breathing in my neck, making me shiver. "You've dreamed this before, Ian."
My eyes widened. I know he's behind me. I can smell the cigarette.
Then I remember why this feels so natural, so normal. Of course! I dreamed this like, uh, a week ago.
I turn around just to find him on the other side of the room. "Y-You know my name?"
He doesn't answer.
Blink.
He's standing right in front of me.
"You thought about it?" I nod carefully.
"H-How do you know that I've dreamed of this before." He grins. Oh how I hate his expressions, especially when he grins like that. "Let's just say that... Uh... The security on the Dr. Wells' office isn't, uh, what was that word? Yeah... Effective. It wasn't that effective."
"Dr. Wells? As Dr. Wells my therapist?"
No answer.
"Okay, you actually answered one of my questions." I smile mentally.
Blink
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