Chapter 12: Break-In (Interlude)
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Upstairs in the fourth-floor apartment he shared with his brother, Blake was sleeping restlessly. Every time he finally managed to drift off into slumber, the image of Tori and Dil kissing would invade his dreams.
"Tori, no," he mumbled. "Don't. I love you."
"Rise and shine, bloody valentine," a voice burst into his dreams. Blake woke up with a start, to find a knife at his throat and a leering Dil leaning over him. "Keep it down, lover boy," he ordered, seeing that Blake was about to yell. "If that brother of yours comes in here, I'll cut him down, just like that." He made a sharp, slicing motion with his free hand.
"Wha…What do you want?" Blake managed to ask, gulping slightly at the sharp steel.
"I want what's mine," Dil hissed in his face. "But first, we have a little visitor." Blake didn't like the smirk on Dil's face. "Don't go anywhere," he warned in a sing-song voice, leaning out the window. Blake heard a soft sort of grunt, and the sound of something being lifted from the fire escape, and then Dil was lifting a bundle of blue into the room. Blake stared in utter shock and horror.
"Tori!"
"Are you worried about your precious little girlfriend?" Dil mocked as he moved into the room. "She, unlike you, is going to be just fine. And soon, she'll be my girlfriend," Dil explained. He dumped Tori on the floor. She let out a half-moan and lay still.
"No! What did you do to her?" Blake cried out, rushing to her side. Dil, standing over the pair with a smirk on his face, did nothing to stop him. Blake knelt beside Tori and lifted her into his arms. "Tori?" he asked, brushing her hair gently to the side. She said nothing, but slowly managed to open her eyes. She stared up at him sadly, her eyes filled with tears, with remorse and apology. He tried to help her sit up, but her body seemed to melt in his arms.
"She's not going to move," Dil observed calmly. Blake gently set Tori down and stood to face him.
"What did you do?" Blake asked him in a low, dangerous voice. Dil shrugged it off.
"She's been drugged. Nothing more. Which is not nearly as horrible as what's going to happen to you, by the way." Dil narrowed his eyes and produced a long knife from the rucksack at his side. Blake took a step backwards.
"Why are you doing this?" Blake asked, looking around frantically, debating whether Hunter would be able to fight Dil off if he yelled for help.
"Why?" Dil let out a harsh, raspy laugh. "Why am I doing this? Don't tell me you haven't figured it out yet!" He laughed again when Blake shook his head slowly. "It's simple, bro." Blake let out a low growl at the last word. "I love Tori. But Tori loves you. So, the only way to make Tori see that I'm the only one for her—" he grinned wickedly and rubbed the knife lightly across his palm, "—is to get you out of the way."
"But—But Tori just went on a date with you!" Blake protested, trying to stall. It was obvious that Dil was out of his mind.
"Oh, come off it," Dil growled. "Anyone with half a brain could see that that didn't matter. She still has eyes only for you." He snickered as a strange look came over Blake's face. "Aww, you couldn't see it, could you? A little jealous, were ya? Oh well. It doesn't matter anymore anyway."
