A/N: This chapter was made possible by alumber who helped me come up with these ideas for the story.
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The laughing creeps me out, and I run downstairs and grab a knife. Yeah yeah, I know. This is what Evan would do and all, but he isn't always wrong. I look around for anyone, just anyone, but no one is there.
"Habit? Vin? Evan?" I call.
But there's nothing but the laughter.
"Go away!" I exclaim.
I burst outside, the chilly air hitting my bare legs and feet as I rush to the cars. Both are devoid of any boys. That's when the laughter stops. I look at the house, searching for any signs of life, but coming up short.
"Habit?"
"Not even close."
I yell in shock and whirl, my knife at the ready. But there stands Observer. He grins darkly and starts to slowly walk towards me.
"Leave me alone," I say, my voice breaking.
He laughs, throwing his head back and everything.
"Nah, I think I will make you mine again. After all, you are going to be one of us."
"No I'm not," I say.
"You don't have a choice, my dear," he says.
"There's always a choice."
"Not for you, y/n."
"You just want me to get to Habit."
"Oh, we want you for so much more," Observer laughs. "So, so much more."
"Fuck off."
I turn and bolt into the woods.
Not again ...
