Remember Me 》 Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them

Six

There was another attack last night. Male, no older than 20, was found dead in his car. Same thing as the girl; skin torn to pieces, blood leaving his mouth, his eyes were actually scooped out! Who would do such a thing?

Another thing that was weird was this dream I had. It was about Jacob, me, and Newt. We were at this jewelry store back in New York. Newt was chasing this weird platypus-like creature around while crashing into everything else. He kept dropping display cases and broke a chandelier. When I woke up, I had a small smile on my face before I busted out laughing. I know, I know, it's a weird dream. I don't even know why I would dream that.

So to clear my head, I invited Newt and Ryan for lunch. Now that I've been thinking about it, the first time they met...it was a bit awkward. I want Newt and Ryan to be friends. I feel like they would get along. The moment we all arrived at this little cafe, it's been silent. The only time we talked was when we ordered our food.

Ryan cleared his throat before he took a sip of his drink. "So, Alina, Ms. Chapman said she's excited to see the portrait later."

Newt furrowed his eyebrows. "What portrait?"

I felt my cheeks get red as I ran my hand through my hair. "Umm, I actually went to check up on you the other day at your work to make sure you were ok." After that weird kiss he gave me. Not weird, but unexpected.

Newt looked a bit nervous. Yeah, I went to Newt's work only to find that that there wasn't even a Newt Scamander working there. I don't know why Newt lied to me, but I wasn't going to embarrass him in front of Ryan.

I took a sip of my tea. "Ms. Chapman said you were on your break and saw my sketch pad while I was drawing Jacob. She hired me to paint a portrait of her son."

Newt gave me a grateful look before giving me genuine smile. "That's amazing, why didn't you tell me?"

I wanted to retort with why did you lie to me, but I don't think arguing would be a good thing right now. So I just shrugged my shoulders. "I knew you were busy, so I wanted to wait." I gave Ryan a teasing look. "Thanks for that by the way."

Ryan rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry. I thought he knew. Since he's your boyfriend and all."

Ok, now Newt's cheeks turned red just like mine as we spoke at the same time.

"He's not my -"

"We're not -"

We went out on one date and kissed a few times. We actually never put any labels on to what we are. I praised the lord when our food came. The waiter smiled as he handed us our food.

"All right, one breakfast scrambler," He said as he handed Newt his plate. Then handed Ryan's. "Chocolate chip pancakes with extra syrup." He gave me my plate. "And blueberry pancakes for the young lady."

We thanked him. Ryan wasted no time digging in while Newt picked at his plate. I kept looking back and forth between them. Two sweet guys and they have nothing to talk about. My head started to hurt as the world started getting fuzzy.

"People like you, don't they, Mr. Kowalski?"

Wait, I know that voice. It's Newt's. I took in my surroundings to find myself outside the streets of New York. Jacob, Newt, and I were walking. When did Newt meet Jacob? I know for a fact that they never met before.

Jacob looked surprised with Newt's question. "Oh. Well, I'm sure people like you too, huh?"

Newt shook his head as he held on to his case. "No, not really. I annoy people."

I found myself speaking. "I don't think that's true," I said. "You haven't annoy me since the moment we've met. Did I think you were crazy? A bit. But not annoying."

I was snapped out of my daze when I felt someone shake my shoulder. What just happened? I looked over to see Newt giving me a concerned look.

"What?" I asked, still a bit dazed out.

"I asked if you're all right," Newt repeated.

I quickly nodded. "Yeah." I picked at my fork. I can't say I basically day dreamed about him. I cut a piece of my pancake. "I just couldn't wait...to dig into these pancakes. They look so good." I stabbed my fork before I shoved a few into my mouth.

Ryan chuckled as he grabbed a napkin. "You want some milk with that, Chipmunk?"

I chuckled as I grabbed it and wiped the syrup off my lip. "Milk would be -" My word was cut short as I felt my throat itching. "Would be -" I kept clearing my throat as the itching got worse.

A few seconds later the itching turned into throbbing. I felt my throat starting to swell up as it throbbed more. I started gasping as I held on to my neck. Newt and Ryan got up from their seats.

"Alina, what's wrong?" Ryan asked frantically.

I couldn't speak. I felt my pipe getting tighter and tighter. My airways got cut more and more. I kept gasping for air as I landed on the floor.

"Alina?" Newt rushed out with worry.

I kept holding my throat. I don't know what's happening. The only time I get like this is if I had...chocolate. But I didn't eat any chocolate. The only thing I had were the pancakes. The pancakes!

I quickly let go of my throat with one hand as I pointed at my plate. Newt furrowed his eyebrows before he got up and went towards the table. Ryan looked back and forth between him and me.

"Hey, she's choking and you want to stare at pancakes?!" He yelled.

Newt grabbed my plate and kept moving everything around. His eyes widen as he pulled up a piece of chocolate chip from the bottom part of my plate.

"They must have switched plates," Newt mumbled.

Ryan looked furious. "What?!"

Newt quickly came over and knelt next to me. "They must have accidentally switched your plates." He gave Ryan a worried look. "She's allergic to chocolate. Call 911." Ryan got up and quickly ran inside. I could feel myself loosing conscious. Newt looked behind him before he pulled out a weird looking stick before he grabbed my hand. "Stay with me, Alina."

I kept panting as Newt mumbled something under his breath. This small light bulb left the stick and flew straight towards my chest. I sucked in a huge breath of air as I feel my pipes loosen. I started coughing violently as Newt helped me up and held me close. I felt the chest getting lighter as I looked up at Newt, mouth wide open.

I never told him I was allergic to chocolate. How did he know? And what the hell did he pull from his coat? Why do I suddenly feel better when that light hit me? Why did he lie to me? If he doesn't work at the shelter, what the hell has he been doing all this time? What the hell is happening?

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A/N: Can anyone guess what creature did it?