A/N: Hey guys! I am so sorry it has been a while since I have updated! I had a nasty virus in my hard drive and it almost destroyed my laptop! I had this next chapter written but it got deleted! Obviously, I had to re-write it! But I am back now with the next update!

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I DO NOT OWN HOUSE OF ANUBIS. IF I DID, I WOULD'VE JUST BOUGHT A NEW LAPTOP.

(Fabian's P.O.V.)

I just finished explaining to Alfie every little detail about what happened to me. He's more freaked out that he didn't figure out I was Damian Rogers than anything else.

"Something did seem weird about him, or you, I should say." He murmurs

I nod, and pat his back. "I wanted to tell you, but I just couldn't risk anyone's life. I'm sorry."

He gives me a quick hug. "No, it's alright! You're back now, that's all that matters!"

I grin. "Not to change the subject, I've got to tell the others about all of…this soon. I want to tell Patricia next, but I'll need your help."

Alfie's face lights up like a Christmas tree. "Okay, what do you have in mind?"

I smirk, and start explaining my plan.

(Patricia's P.O.V.)

"In Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, there are countless examples of literary foils…"

Eddie groans beside me. I face him; I am sharing his boredom. Mrs. Muzzo's Language Arts class is honestly the most boring class in the world; we hate it.

"Will you shoot me, Yacker?" Eddie whispers.

"It'd be a dream come true for me." I tease.

He pretends to be hurt, but then he laces his fingers through mine. I squeeze his hand.

Suddenly, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I jerk away from Eddie, and whip my phone out under the table. Eddie looks at me curiously, but then focuses back on the lesson.

When Mrs. Muzzo isn't looking, I read the text message I just received from Joy.

Hey. Fake sick and meet me out front by the gates. Something important has happened and I need you. Come alone.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. Come alone? Something important? What is going on?

I'll do anything to escape this class. I quickly type back: Okay, give me a few minutes.

When Eddie is distracted, I snatch his pencil. I quietly scoot the garbage can a few feet away from me to my side, and position my face over it. I rip the eraser from the bottom of my pencil, and then lighly shove the end down my throat. I quickly jerk the pencil away, and start throwing up.

I hear gasps. Eddie lurches over from the side and rubs my back in concern. I can feel the entire class's eyes on me.

"Miss Williamson, please go to the nurse straight away!" Mrs. Muzzo demands.

I nod. I kick the garbage can away, and hurry out of the room. I look over my shoulder and see Eddie, looking worried.

"I'll be fine." I mouth to him.

He nods doubtfully, and I hurry out of the room.

My mouth tastes like vomit; it's a disgusting feeling. I can't believe I just forced myself to throw up in front of the entire class! Whatever Joy has to tell me, it better be important.

"There you are!" Joy exclaims

I shrug, and walk towards her. "What is going on? You do realize I just forced myself sick for Muzzo, right?"

She smiles softly. "Sorry, but I needed to give you this from Alfie. Apparently it's really important."

She holds out a folded up piece of paper. Ugh, what does Alfie want?

I take the paper from her, and start unfolding it. "Why didn't he just text me?" I ask.

Joy shrugs. "I'm not sure. He just told me to give that to you. Bye!"

Before I can question her further, she jogs off into the distance. What was that all about?

I examine the piece of wrinkled paper in my hands. It reads:

Patricia,

Meet me in the crypt ASAP! Something bad has happened. I've summoned the others too. Hurry!

Sibuna.

P.S. This is from Alfie

Wait, if this is a Sibuna thing, we didn't Joy tell me to have Eddie leave class with me? This better not be one of Alfie's stupid games! I shove the paper in my pocket, and walk towards the crypt.

When I reach the crypt, Alfie is standing in front of it pacing anxiously. He sees my silhouette, and his eyes light up.

He comes running towards me. "Patricia! Patrcia!" he exclaims

"This better be good, Alfie." I groan.

He starts pulling my arm towards the crypt. I try to break free of his grasp, but he's too strong. Wait, did I just admit that Alfie Lewis is stronger than me?!

"…someone was snooping around, and then they started calling out my name!" Alfie rambles.

I roll my eyes. "Alfie, it's probably just Jerome pulling a prank on you!" I whine as he drags me inside.

He shakes his head. "Oh no, it's not! Something is definitely going on!"

The crypt is darker than usual. Maybe it's because it is a cloudy day, and the sun isn't shining through the ceiling like usual. I don't know, but this place feels different.

"Alfie! Patricia!" I hear someone hiss

I turn around, and glare at Alfie. "Stop it Alfie!" I shriek.

Through the dark, I see him shake his head. "T-that w-wasn't me."

I snort. "Of course it was-"

"Patricia."

I stare at Alfie. His lips are pressed in a tight line; he did not call my name.

…but who did?!

I scream, and dive behind Alfie.

"WHOEVER YOU ARE SHOW YOURSELF OR I WILL KILL YOU!" I screech.

The room is silent, expect for my heavy breathing. Then, Alfie- and the mysterious voice- burst out into fists of laughter. Light suddenly fills the room.

This is a Jerome and Alfie prank, I knew it!

I turn around, and slap Alfie across the face. "YOU IDIOT!"

He grasps his cheek and pain, and points behind me. "Turn around." He groans.

I shrug. "Very funny Jerome-"

It's not Jerome standing before me.

It's…Fabian?

He is wearing the same clothes he was wearing when I witnessed his assassination, except the blood stains have vanished. He smiles brightly at me, as if he hasn't been gone at all.

What…what the fuck?!

I turn and face Alfie again. "This is the sickest prank you have ever pulled-"

"Patricia." Fabian- or whoever the guy is calls.

I glare at him. God, he looks just like Fabian...

"It's me. Alfie isn't messing with you, I promise."

Wow, he even sounds like Fabian!

Wait, is he Fabian?

No, he can't be. I watched him die! I went to his funeral, of course he's dead!

I point my finger at the faux of my friend. "You, are not Fabian! Fabian Rutter is dead! I watched him die, I went to his funeral, and I even saw his fucking dead body! Whoever you are, you are a sick, sick bastard! How dare you think you could fool me!" I yell

Alfie and "Fabian" look at eachother nervously. Then, "Fabian" clears his throat.

"Um, Alfie? I believe you have something to show Patricia?"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!" I shriek.

Alfie taps my shoulder, and shoves a newspaper in my arms.

"Please read this." He murmurs.

I glare at Faux Fabian, and then I read the paper.

LIVERPOOL BOY FOUND BEING HELD HOSTAGE AFTER BELIEVED TO BE DEAD FOR FOUR MONTHS

Last night, Liverpool detective Gary Murphy discovered Liverpool native Fabian Rutter (17) was being held captive by Raymond Zeno for ransom. A few months ago, Raymond's nephew Cory shot Rutter, and killed him. However, Raymond was able to revive Rutter in secret with the hopes of using him as ransom to get money from his parents…

I stare at Faux Fabian in surprise. "B-but…that's impossible! I watched you fucking die! F-Fabian is dead! I know he is!" I scream

Faux Fabian comes closer to me, and I take a step back. He looks so much like Fabian it's creepy.

"Ask me anything. Anything you want to know about me. Patricia, it's me. I swear to god it's me!"

He's begging. But I'm not buying it. Fabian is dead. He could not have reawaken.

I fold my arms across my chest. I refuse to ask him anything, because I know this is a sick joke.

"What's the name of the secret club we're in?" Alfie asks

I glare at him. "Say another word, and I'll break your jaw!" I hiss

He steps back defensively. I stare at Faux Fabian.

"Sibuna. Amber Millington is the one who came up with the name, after Nina and I started it."

I gasp. How did he know that? Snap out of it Patricia! Alfie probably told him what to say…

"I also know that when Nina left us, that Eddie took over as our leader. KT took Amber's place too. Look…if I'm not Fabian, how would I know that after Nina and Alfie fell through the senate board, you started bawling your eyes out and told me that you believed in me, and that you thought I would be able to get them back!"

I stare at him. Alfie couldn't have told him that. Only Fabian (and Amber and Joy, technically) would have known that. But Fabian is dead, how could this clone know all of that stuff?!

Unless…no, he can't be. Unless…this really is Fabian?

"I…I don't understand?" I whisper.

"Then let me explain." Faux Fabian replies.

He plunges into this story about how after we witnessed his death, he was taken by Raymond Zeno and his helpers to be revived. After that, he was nursed back to health secretly so he could come back to the house disguised as Damian Rogers, where he would get the elixir of life for Raymond. He told me how Jerome discovered who he was, and how he helped free him from Raymond's clutches.

After he has finished, I decide to believe him. How could he be making all of this up? Alfie and Jerome aren't smart enough to make up such a story.

This guy, standing before me, is indeed Fabian.

I cover my mouth with my hands. Oh my god, he's alive!

I run forward, and engulf him in a huge hug. He hugs me back, and squeezes my shoulders.

"So I take it you believe me now?" he asks

I nod against his shoulder, and let a few tears fall from my eyes. "Yes, I believe you."