The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

“This smells amazing! How did you manage to include a scented pocket in it? Did you sew it by

yourself? Wow, Kurt, you're good at needlework too?”

Vivian's exclamations filled the entire carriage.

Kurt quickly retracted his hand.

“N-No...”

“Huh?”

“Your mom made it,” he coldly uttered and pulled her back to the seats.

“Vivi, are you a foolish girl? Which boy would like others to know that he's good at needlework?”

questioned Matteo.

“When is she not stupid?” Ian also chimed in.

Vivian was left speechless.

That's too much! Those two bullies. Aren't they afraid that I'll remove the communication device?

Matteo and Ian's mockery had only left Vivian on the brink of insanity.

Nevertheless, she knew that Kurt had sewn that mask. Grabbing onto his arm tightly, she felt a sweet

sensation in her heart.

I must cherish it well.

As they still had a two-hour ride, coupled with the fact that she had woken up too early that morning,

Vivian eventually fell asleep on the young boy's shoulders as soon as they sat down on their seats.

That lasted till a chilly breeze swept past her face, waking her up.

“Kurt...” Opening her eyes, she instinctively called his name out.

At that point, she realized that the young boy was no longer sitting beside her. Additionally, Daphne and

Jason, who had sat opposite them, had disappeared within sight, too.

“Kurt? Where are you, Kurt?”

At once, she sprang up from her seat.

Where did they go? Why did they disappear all of a sudden? Did Kurt notice something is amiss?

Anxious, She left her seat and walked her way through the carriage despite the bumpy train ride. She

wanted to check the washroom to see if they were there.

However, she was left disappointed since that was not the case.

Not only did she not see their presence around that area, but it was the same case on the other side of

the train. She also tried asking around to see if anyone had noticed them but to no avail.

How could this happen? What exactly happened?

Panic overwhelmed her. When her brothers came to her mind, she instinctively touched her ear as she

wanted to contact them.

But at that point, a revelation dawned on her.

Something's not right. Why did no one on this train move? Even though they're at their seats, some

busily chatting away while others are dozing off, they seem glued to the spot. Any normal being should

have some movement, isn't that so? Especially when these train seats aren't comfortable at all.

As she held her breath and quietly observed those people around her in detail, she felt her heart

pounding so quickly it was as though about to leap out of her chest.

“Mister, do you happened to see my friend?”

“No.”

“I'll head over to the other side to look for him. Can you let my friend know that I'm looking for him if you

see him later?”

“No.”

The middle-aged man who kept that warm smile on his face had given her the same answer twice.

When Vivian processed his answer, an intense chill ran through her bones, creeping her out to an

extent where she was on the verge of bursting into tears. Without hesitation, she staggered a few steps

back.

“Why are things like this? What's going on here?”

Immense fear engulfed her.

At that moment, she had a strong desire to call her family members to share the horrifying incident she

was experiencing and ask them for help.

Surprisingly, after gritting her teeth and pressing through a mere moment of terror, she found herself in

a more tranquil state.

Subsequently, she swept her tear-filled eyes around her surroundings, lifted her arm, slowly put it

toward her mouth, and bit down forcefully.

As expected, a few seconds passed, and there was no pain at all.

As though she was in a dream, she felt nothing at all.

That's right. This is a dream, for sure. Or perhaps the better way to put it is that I got hypnotized.

Having watched and learned from Sasha since she was a child, Vivian's medical knowledge had

expanded over time, and hence she understood things right away after doing that action.

Heaving a long sigh of relief, she felt her racing heart calm down so much that she was no longer as

horrified.

It must be the doings of that old hag! But why would she use hypnosis on me?

Racking her brain and trying to figure out the exact rationale, she recalled how she had frantically

wanted to contact Matteo and Ian for help when she first woke up earlier.

Oh yes! It must be this! That old hag must've wanted to find out how many people are secretly following

behind Kurt and me this time! She knew she couldn't, and neither does she dare to hypnotize Kurt

since he's from Elysium and is part of the royalty too. That's why she took action on me instead. Phew!

That's close! I almost blew Matt and Ian's cover just now.

Realizing that had left Vivian feeling irked by Daphne's actions so much that she wanted to kick the

woman hard.

So what should I do from now? She probably won't let me wake up unless she gets what she wants.

Vivian began to fall deep into thought.

Concurrently, in reality, Kurt finally sensed that something was off.

Next to him, Vivian was so soundly asleep that she did not react even when he gave her a nudge.

What's wrong with her?

Narrowing his eyes, he lightly placed two of his fingers on her pulse. In no time, a cold aura emanated

from his body, and his eyes had a murderous glint to them as he threw daggers at the woman before

him.

“Are you tired of living?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I'll grant your wish, then!”

As soon as his words fell, Kurt stretched open his other hand. Daphne and Jason saw a red line

appearing on his fair-skinned palm, and in the next second, a sharp, piercing sound rang out as he

clenched his fingers tight.

Hiss!

Without her guards up, Daphne felt an insurmountable pressure mounting on her chest area by an

invisible threat. The pain was so excruciating she believed she would be reduced to bits the next

second.

“W-When did you do it?”

“What do you think?”

Aggression was written all over Kurt's moving eyes as a terrifying and murderous intent enveloped the

atmosphere around him.

He was about to crush the red line to bits!q