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Chapter 6

Vlad opened the door to the clubroom with shaky hands. They kept finding their way to the back of his neck, where there should have been a cut but wasn't.

Once again Lukas was already there, and they were only missing Arthur. The Norwegian noticed his nervousness and arched an eyebrow.

"What's wrong with you?" Lukas asked, startling Vlad.

"I-it's nothing," Vlad said, chuckling nervously.

Lukas narrowed his eyes, but kept silent. Vlad was glad. He went over to their books, searching for something that would explain why his cut was healed without a conscious effort on his part. He kept bringing his fingers up to feel the spot, and Lukas noticed it.

"Is there something at the back of your neck?" the Norwegian asked, making the Romanian jump.

"It's nothing," Vlad said. "Seriously. There's nothing there, even if there should be something…"

He had started to mutter the last part, but Lukas heard nonetheless.

"Explain," Lukas said.

Vlad sighed, and had just opened his mouth when Arthur arrived.

"Sorry I'm late," Arthur said. "My mother wanted me to help her with something." He turned to Vlad. "Is your friend alright?"

"Da, he's better," Vlad said. "What about the guy that's dead?"

"He was a douche," Lukas said. "Especially to your friends. But you were about to tell me why you're so jumpy today."

Vlad turned to Arthur, who had his eyes trained on him as well, and sighed.

"I think I healed a wound without consciously thinking about it," Vlad said. "This morning, I was cut at the back of my neck, and during last period we found out that the cut had completely healed itself. But I wasn't thinking about healing it, because…"

"Someone did that to you," Lukas finished. "Who?"

Vlad looked down, avoiding the Norwegian's eyes. Arthur sighed.

"Are you sure it was a cut?" Arthur asked. "Maybe it was just…"

"There was blood," Vlad said. "Matthew helped clean it up. And he confirmed that the cut is gone. And it stung the first part of the day, but I didn't even notice it wasn't stinging after we found Feliks when he passed out."

"There's more to this, isn't there?" Lukas asked.

Vlad nodded his head.

"The others said I looked inside the bathroom after Feliks passed out, but I can't remember doing so," Vlad said. "And… It was the same bathroom… that…"

"That Allen was found in," Arthur finished. "Was it possible that it was around the same time?"

Vlad shrugged, and Lukas dug into a pouch he kept with him. He produced a rune, and Vlad knew what Lukas intended to do.

"Let's see if we can get your memory back," Lukas said, placing the rune on Vlad's forehead.

The Romanian gasped as a picture came to mind. He saw Allen lying on the floor, his body facing down but his face actually facing up. His neck had been completely twisted. He also saw the broken mirrors and light bulbs.

The image disappeared, and Vlad realised that he was panting, tears stinging his eyes.

"What did you see?" Arthur asked.

"The corpse," Vlad said. "He… he was…"

"His neck had been twisted completely, right?" Arthur asked, and Vlad nodded. "But what made you forget it?"

Lukas frowned, before he looked at Vlad directly.

"I need you to tell us what happened," Lukas said.

"Well," Vlad started to explain, "we had gone to find Feliks, and we saw him coming out of that bathroom. Then he fainted. I went in, and… That was it. Feliks only remembers Allen harassing him. He doesn't remember what came next."

Lukas and Arthur exchanged a glance.

"I think we should go back to that bathroom and check things out," Lukas said.

"Agreed," Arthur said. "Was Feliks the only one there?"

Vlad nodded his head.

"Well logically, he would be the first suspect. However, I myself had seen the body, and I highly doubt that the Pole would be able to do such a thing. Forgive me for saying this, but he's physically incapable of doing that."

"I have to agree on that one," Vlad said.

"Do you think that there was someone, or something else there?" Lukas asked.

"Only one way to find out," Arthur said.

The three were standing just outside the bathroom, seeing that the school had called the police. They couldn't go nearer, but they didn't have to.

They could feel it.

There had been something evil in the room, but it was gone for the moment, though the traces remained. Something had been in the room with Allen and Feliks earlier that day, and it had killed Allen.

But why did it leave Feliks alone, with nothing other than a fainting spell and loss of memory?

They would have suspected that Feliks was possessed, had it not been for the fact that Vlad's memories were gone too.

They would need to wait until the police were gone before they tried to do anything else.

Lovino was waiting tables that day. He went to one of his usual tables when he froze.

The Bad Touch Trio.

He swallowed nervously and tried not to scowl as he went to take their orders.

"What'll it be?" Lovino asked, pen and pad ready.

"Kesesese," Gilbert laughed. "What should we ask him to bring us?"

"Does it matter?" Francis asked. "He's going to mess things up anyway."

"Well," Antonio said, "I'll take the margarita pizza. And I want real tomatoes."

"Ja," Gilbert said. "And I want sauerkraut."

"We don't have that here," Lovino said. "This is an Italian restaurant. We don't serve any German food."

"I guess that's why this place is so unawesome," Gilbert said. "That, and the waiter. Okay, how about Italian cottage pie? Extra potato."

"And I will have lasagne," Francis said. "Do you understand, Lovino, or should we repeat that?"

"Margarita pizza with extra tomatoes, Italian cottage pie with extra potatoes, and lasagne," Lovino repeated. "Nothing to drink?"

"Nein, we're fine," Gilbert said.

Lovino narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but went to place their order anyway. Another order at one of his other tables was complete, so he took that.

In order to deliver that order, he had to pass by the table of the Bad Touch Trio, and he heard their snickering from a distance, but tried to ignore them.

He didn't notice the foot until it was too late, and he was sent crashing to the floor, the food covering his shirt and face.

It was silent for a moment, and then the entire restaurant started to laugh.

"Kesesese," Gilbert laughed. "Looks like someone is a little clumsy."

Lovino glared at the albino, but he was forced to tear his gaze away when he saw a pair of feet in front of him. He swallowed, before he looked up at his grandfather.

"Can't you do anything right?" the man asked. "Which table was that?"

"Table twelve," Lovino said.

"Tell the cooks to prepare the order again," Romulus said. "Honestly, do you have to ruin everything?"

Tears stung Lovino's eyes, and he heard the trio laughing at him. He saw his grandfather going to the aforementioned table, apologising for the ruined order and offering it for free. Lovino stood angrily and went towards the kitchen. The cook saw everything and sighed, giving Lovino an annoyed glare before making the food again.

Lovino knew that he needed to get away from everyone, so he went towards the staff bathroom.

Alone in the bathroom, leaning over a sink, Lovino started to cry. He hated those three, and he hated what they had reduced him to.

He stared into the mirror, and the light flickered for a moment. The eyes staring back at him were blood red.

The tears stopped. Lovino raised his hand, before moving down with it over his clothes, his hand a few centimetres away. The food disappeared, and it was as though the spill had never happened.

The light flickered again, and Lovino's eyes returned to normal. He only knew that he was clean, but didn't know how it happened, nor did he care. He was also pleased to see that there was no trace of him having cried just a moment ago.

With a dignified air he left the bathroom, unaware of the shadow lingering in the mirror.

The three of them were on their way back to their clubroom when Vlad stopped, his hand finding its way to his head. The other two stopped and stared at him.

"Is everything alright?" Arthur asked.

"Da," Vlad said. "Just a dizzy spell."

Lukas saw Vlad's eyes become foggy and moved quickly, catching the Romanian in time.

"'Just a dizzy spell'?" Lukas asked. "Arthur, he's burning up."

Arthur went closer and placed the back of his hand against the Romanian's forehead, before retreating said hand.

"I think our meeting is finished for today," Arthur said. "I'll call my mum to pick us up."

"Do you think you can make it to the clubroom?" Lukas asked, and Vlad nodded.

The three went together, Lukas and Arthur keeping close to Vlad, just in case they had to catch him again.

Matthew was sitting in his room, doing homework. Every now and again he would get distracted by thoughts of what happened to Allen, but to his surprise, he didn't feel bad about the American's death.

On the contrary, after hearing from Feliks about what the other did to him, he couldn't help but think that it was justice. That Allen deserved to die.

'They all deserve to die…'

He shook his head, frowning. Where did that thought come from?

He didn't notice as the light flickered, allowing his shadow to twist into a monstrous shape. But it was gone as soon as it came, so no one would have been able to see it.

He shook his head when he felt a wave of dizziness, and he quickly made his way to the bed before he could collapse at his desk.

Feliks was lying on his bed, trying to figure out what had happened earlier that day. He vaguely remembered being molested by Allen, before blacking out and waking up in the nurse's office.

But what had made him black out in the first place, and what happened while he had blacked out?

There was no way that he could have killed the American, was there? After all, he didn't have the build for it. He was tiny compared to the American.

And that's what made him a target.

His eyes widened when he felt dizzy, and he was glad that he was lying down, but he couldn't help but wonder why he even felt dizzy while lying on his bed.

He shook his head, deciding that he needed a nap. And after everything that had happened that day, he felt that he deserved it.

And as he drifted asleep, one thought managed to sneak its way into his consciousness.

'One down, and many more to go.'

"Are you sure you'll be alright?" Alice asked.

Vlad smiled, nodding his head.

"I'll be fine," Vlad said. "It was just a dizzy spell."

"It's the fever I'm worried about," Alice said. "Get straight to bed, do you hear me? And if you're not feeling well tomorrow, call me and I'll make sure you're marked as sick, alright?"

"Da. But I think I'll be alright."

The nurse sighed.

"It's the students living alone that I'm worried about," she muttered, before she drove away.

Vlad smiled, grateful that she had dropped him off. He waved his goodbye, and Arthur and Lukas waved back.

He turned to his house, trying to see if anything was amiss, but he couldn't find anything. He couldn't help but be suspicious, especially after seeing the things the bullies would do.

He reached out to the back of his neck where the cut was supposed to be, but like before, it was gone. He still couldn't understand it. Did he subconsciously use magic?

And if so, what else had he done subconsciously?

He still couldn't get the murder out of his head, and it scared him. The murder itself wasn't what scared him, but the fact that he felt happy about the murder. He knew that the American had deserved it.

It was the happiness that scared him.

Vlad walked into his house and immediately went to his bedroom. He took the nurse's advice and immediately climbed into bed, falling asleep quickly.

He didn't notice as the wind started to howl.

Vlad was abruptly woken by the sound of glass breaking. It took him a moment to realise what had happened, but when his mind caught up his eyes widened, and he launched himself out of the bed.

He found the source of the sound at the front door. The window next to it was broken, and glass was everywhere. In the middle of it all was a rock.

He went towards the rock, seeing something red on it. He picked it up to see a single word written in a red sharpie.

Demon.

He had his thoughts about who it might have been, and his hand curled around the rock painfully in anger. This was another act of vandalism. They shouldn't be able to get away with it.

But they kept letting them.

It was a simple fact. Neither Vlad nor his friends could report the bullies. The truth was, they were afraid of what would happen. But none of them wanted the bullies to get away with what they were doing.

Then kill them.

Vlad jumped to his feet, dropping the rock. He didn't know where that voice had come from, and he searched around for its source.

"H-hello?" Vlad called out.

Kill them, the voice repeated. One of them has already died. He deserved it. So do the others.

"N-no…" Vlad whimpered, realising that the voice came from inside his head. "I d-didn't…"

Of course you didn't. Feliks did. And he'll do it again. You'll all do it. You'll do it until none of them are left.

"Get out of my…" Vlad whispered.

They will all die.

Vlad's vision started to get foggy, and he fought to remain in control. The lights flickered overhead, even though he never turned them on. His hands were buried in his hair, trying to drive out the voice.

His last conscious thought was him wondering how he managed to read the word on the rock with it already being past nightfall.

Vlad's hands dropped to his side. He stared at the rock at his feet, flung through his window so cruelly. He knelt down to pick it up…

And crushed it in his hand.

He smirked. It had only just begun, and already he was strong. Feliks was strong as well, having killed Allen so easily and cruelly.

He wished he could have been there to see it.

He waved his hand, and the dust from the crushed rock disappeared. He then turned his attention to the broken window. He waved his hand again, and the pieces of glass flew back, at first looking like a jigsaw puzzle before smoothing out, resembling what it had been before.

There would be no evidence of what had happened.

Vlad made his way back to his bedroom, but before he reached it he paused at a hallway mirror. He turned to face the reflection.

'Not yet.'

He wasn't ready yet. There was still a ways to go before Vlad would willingly kill someone. It would need a lot of pushing and prodding.

But that wouldn't be too difficult. Those fools would do it for him.

For all of them.

He had felt it. Earlier that day, the fourth one had slipped into his dark half. And the more often it happened, the easier it became.

It would especially be easier if all of them had blood staining their hands.

He frowned. He was supposed to be Blood, though his hands were still clean. He would need to fix that at the first opportunity that presented itself.

But for now, he needed to return to bed. Patience was key. And his patience would be most rewarding.

Feliks lied on his bed, his mind whirling. Why couldn't he remember what happened earlier that day?

He could clearly remember Allen molesting him in the bathroom, and then he woke up in the nurse's office. What happened between those times?

He hoped that someone else had entered the bathroom, saw what was happening to him, and came to his rescue. He hoped that someone else had been there.

Of course there had to be. There was no way that he could kill someone as big as Allen.

Right?

He jumped when his phone vibrated, and he immediately grabbed the phone to read the message. He was surprised to see that it came from the school board.

No school tomorrow due to the police investigation of the murder of Allen James.

Feliks frowned. The murder had been justice. Allen deserved it.

He put the phone down, opting to stare back at the ceiling.

Vlad awoke the next morning, seeing his phone flash. He grabbed it, seeing that he had a message from the school.

He was pleased to learn that they wouldn't be having any classes that day, since he didn't really have a chance to do his homework.

He supposed that he had to be more careful. It wouldn't do to get sick in his second week of school.

He went over to the kitchen, but as he passed the front door he paused, looking at the window next to it.

For some reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. That something had happened regarding the window, but he just couldn't think about what it might have been. He also couldn't help but picture the sound of glass breaking.

But the window was intact. Perhaps it had been a dream or something?

Vlad shrugged, before going to fix himself some breakfast.