The lights suddenly went off. As she left, I felt a chill down my spine. Someone had been watching us, and I knew that it could be nobody but him. "Hey there!" In front of the window where the full moon was visible, I saw him standing, as tall as ever. He had a peculiar grin on his face and shallowness in his eyes. He was holding a knife, with drops of blood dripping off of it. He was wearing his usual outfit, a jacket over a T shirt with jeans. His shabby, somewhat long hair made him look distinct in the dim moonlight. "You know, this could only end in something bad" he said, with the air of someone trying to explain something simple to a two year old.

"I have no plans whatsoever" I replied, to which he nodded, "well, you better not." I knew I had no chance with Cassandra, or with anyone for that matter, because in truth, I was nothing but a slave to my destiny. "You are not going tomorrow, are you?" he said, with his blood red eyes fixed at me in the darkness. "No, I have decided to stay" I replied, knowing that if I go, it would put not only me, but Cassandra in fatal danger. "My bad," he said, "you must remember your place."

With slow but strong footsteps, the figure walked past me to the street and faded away into the blackness. The lights returned.

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