Silver Eyed Abomination

Betrayal

Before you read this let me know who you think the traitor is and how will they betray the protagonist?

POV F/N

I was dancing with the three girls but I'm not really much into dancing. Though Kurumi seemed to be having fun so I guess it's fine. Kurumi was surprisingly dancing rather elegantly along with Miltia. Melanie was a bit uninterested similar to me. I decided to strike a conversation.

"Seems like your sister is getting along with Kurumi."

"Probably wants to get on her good side to see if she can borrow you for a night or something." She said.

"You wanna sit down? We seemed to not be in the mood for dancing." I said.

"Please." She said.

"Hey me and Melanie are gonna sit for a moment... You two have fun." I said. Kurumi gave a smug smile.

"Don't do anything lewd." She whispered to me.

"And this conversation is over." I said walking away as she laughed. I sat next to Melanie.

"So does your sister always do this?"

"Only to guys she likes. Never works out for her though." She grabbed a drink from the bartender.

"Hmm pity." I said leaning back on the counter.

"Yeah I sometimes feel bad for her... Sometimes."

"Sounds like you don't get along..."

"On the contrary we do... Though that doesn't mean I don't hate some parts of her." She said.

"Hmm. I guess I can relate. My sister Amber was a very childish and annoying girl when we were Young. She changed out of it but I didn't like how clingy she was. At least at first."

"Yeah sometimes we do warm up to the annoying parts. Other times we still hate it." She said.

"Indeed." I replied. I look back at her and noticed she was staring at me. Her cheeks were red. Oh great.

"You okay?" I asked even though I have an idea on what's going to happen.

"Yeah... Just need some... Rest." She said leaning on my shoulder. I turn to the bartender.

"Hey give me a glass of what she just drank." I whispered. The drink appears and I take a small whiff, "Oh shit."

"Damn I can feel it here and I'm a spirit."

"Spirit of Death." I said to him.

"Excuse me but what is this?" I asked the bartender.

"Oh it's our specialty. We call it The Grimm, one shot is equivalent to 15 shots of tequila."

"How has nobody died?" I asked.

"One shot per customer." He shrugged.

"Oh that makes it perfectly safe." I said sarcastically.

"Oh hey mind if I take a drink?" Miltia appears and grabs it.

"W-wait... Hmm." she drank the shot and knew she fucked up instantly.