Sandra felt a sense of déjà vu as the car they were in was suddenly rear-ended. The impact sent the vehicle spinning out of control until it slammed into the same tree as before. Would Kayla die the same way her brother had?
"Damn it!" Kayla jumped out of the car and stormed toward the driver of the other vehicle. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw a man in a cap and mask, hiding his face. Was this the demon her brother had spoken of?
"I already warned you through your brother. Yet here you are, still defiant!" the man said coldly, stepping closer. He reached for Kayla's arm and touched it—without fire, yet it burned intensely.
"Aaaargh!" Kayla screamed, clutching her arm as the skin blistered from an unseen heat. Her eyes darted in disbelief. Her brother hadn't been lying after all.
"I don't care!" she shouted back. "If you think I'm afraid of dying, you're wrong! Sandra must die—today!" She opened the car door and dragged the limp Sandra out, pulling a pistol from her jacket and aiming it directly at her head.
The man clenched his jaw, then calmly removed his mask and cap, revealing his face. His crimson-glowing eyes sent a chill down anyone's spine.
"Thomas?" Sandra stared at him in utter disbelief.
"Oh, so you're the one," Kayla sneered. "Well then—let's see what you've got. Try to stop me!"
Thomas didn't respond. He simply smiled. And with that, the pistol Kayla had aimed at Sandra suddenly turned itself—pointing at her own head.
"You picked the wrong enemy. With the full moon approaching, my powers are returning. Dealing with a useless human like you is child's play."
Thomas pulled Sandra into his arms and gripped her tightly.
"No one touches my diamond before the blood moon arrives. Only I will take her soul."
Kayla trembled as the pistol in her hand pressed harder against her temple. Thomas's maniacal laughter echoed like thunder.
"It's not me killing you this time, Kayla. It's Alana," he laughed. "The other Sandra—the one you abused and tormented—she's right beside you."
"Don't speak nonsense!"
"Get your revenge, Alana." With another burst of laughter, Thomas unleashed something inside Kayla. Her eyes turned dark, her expression vacant.
Then, without a word, Kayla began slamming her own head against the car's hood—over and over again.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Blood splattered everywhere. Her forehead split open, her skin tore.
"Yes! Bash that pathetic brain out of your skull!" Thomas shouted gleefully, roaring with laughter.
Sandra closed her eyes, weeping silently. She couldn't bear to watch. Yes, Kayla had been cruel—but no one deserved such a brutal end.
Fortunately, just as Thomas lost himself in his madness, Lukas arrived.
He froze in shock when he saw Kayla smashing her head repeatedly, even as her skull began to fracture.
Sandra broke free and stumbled toward her husband, collapsing in his arms. "Lukas… I'm scared!"
Thomas's face twisted in disbelief when he saw his old friend standing before him.
"How did you find us?"
"I suspected Kayla was behind her brother's plan. I knew she'd try to take Sandra back to the grave again—especially after deceiving me. So I let her think she won. I was waiting for you," Lukas said firmly.
"I don't want to fight you, Lukas. We're friends. You don't even love her, do you? Just hand her over. You don't even know who you're holding in your arms."
"Don't dream of it!" Lukas barked.
"You're forcing my hand. Don't make me kill you."
"How long do you plan to live in a world that isn't yours? How many identities have you taken? Isn't it time you returned to your own realm?"
"You're the ones who brought me back!" Thomas snapped. "You swore to find each other again in the next life. It was your vow to the universe that revived me!"
"Making a pact with a demon like me," he smirked, "is no different from selling your soul. And when the time comes—I will collect."
"If you remember everything from our past lives, then you know we've been friends for centuries," Lukas said, his voice cracking. "You know how broken my love story's always been. Please… just let Sandra go. Let us be happy, this time."
"And let me disappear?" Thomas chuckled. "Last time, I failed to claim Sandra because of you. You stalled until the blood moon passed! Not this time. Maybe I should kill you first!"
As Thomas stepped forward, Kayla's body stirred again—but this time, it was the real Sandra.
"You won't harm them," she said coldly, eyes glowing.
"You side with them? You should be furious. You should reclaim your body!"
"I hold no grudge. I wanted them together. The ones I want to destroy… are you and Kayla."
"You're just a useless spirit! Don't be insolent! Return to the shadows where you belong!"
Lukas raised his hand, forcing Kayla's body to expel Sandra's spirit—freeing it from the lifeless shell.
With no mercy, Thomas burned Kayla's body with fire conjured from his hands. Her fate now matched that of her brother.
"If you don't want Lukas to die, come with me. That's your only option!" Thomas threatened.
Sandra clung to Lukas, her body trembling.
"Stay with me," he whispered, holding her tighter.
"You're no match for me, Lukas. One touch from my flame, and you're gone."
"Lukas, let me go," Sandra sobbed.
"I'd rather die."
"Please…"
"Hurry up! Enough with the drama!" Thomas barked, approaching.
But once again, the real Sandra appeared, standing tall in her original form. Her energy surged like a storm.
"You find me difficult to defeat, don't you?" she smirked. "We're both demons now. I won't stop haunting you until you join me in the underworld—the very darkness you speak of."
With that, she vanished.
Thomas clenched his fists, furious as Lukas and Sandra escaped.
He would not accept defeat. Not like this.