The Westfield night sky was enchanting, dusted with hundreds of stars, glittering their iridescence down upon Tahlia's spent form.

Walking all these miles had left Tahlia exhausted, dead on her feet, but most importantly — stone hard sober.

Almost all traces of the burning liquor she'd drunk a few hours ago had evaporated from her system. She was starting to think that perhaps it had been laced.

Maybe it was the fact that crazy was growing on her too. Foolishly going to the man who had almost ended her life a few days ago, was not a characteristic of sanity.

I am kind of drunk, she tried to reason with her own subconscious. Or drugged.

The moonlight laughed at her.

Deep down, even Tahlia knew that it was not the one fucking sip of alcohol in her system that made her want to see Logan; she wanted to see Logan.

Logan Hunt was doing things to her mind that killer psychopaths weren't meant to do to people.

It was irrevocably foolish of her, but she felt this overwhelming compulsion to know him as a person, someone beyond mental disorders and cold murders. She wanted to figure out Logan Hunt, disclose everything that was there to that man, invisible to the naked human eye.

Even if it kills her.

The gigantic building soon came into her view, she paused to catch her breath.

Instead of swerving to the front gate as usual, Tahlia went all the way around to the back, making sure her movements were discrete enough to not attract any suspicious attention from the two guards at the front.

The yard in the back was what seemed like the remnants of a lush garden, now filled with rotting wild grass and weeds. Obviously no one cared about this side of the building to even station a single guard out there.

She was careful not to touch the barb wires as she swished her way into the yard. A huge, sober part of her brain begged for her to pay heed to the 'trespassers will be punished' sign, but the adrenaline pumped nerves swiftly ignored those.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the key.

She exhaled deeply, unlocking the door for once.

The door made a rather loud, creaky sound as it opened, almost sending her into a cardiac arrest.

But fortunately, this wing of the asylum was truly deserted, not one living soul in sight.

She thanked the heavens and entered quickly.

She wasn't familiar with these hallways, so she prayed that she wouldn't get lost only to be found by a staff member, or no one at all.

She walked about aimlessly, keeping an eye for room number 159.

She had almost given up, tired of walking round in circles down the same halls for what seemed like hours, when she saw it.

It stood out against all the other same looking rooms. Something about it.

Someone inside it.

She walked to the door, only to realize she didn't have an access card like Michelle.

"Damn it." She mumbled under her breath exasperatedly. It was all for nothing.

No.

Logan had to have thought of something. He gave her the sanitarium keys for God's sake!

That's when she heard footsteps approaching the hallway.

That's it, I'm going to jail.

As of instinct, with wide eyes, she pushed the door with futile hopes.

It opened wide.

She quickly got inside, closing it immediately.

She listened for the footsteps, only taking a breath again when they positively faded away.

She rested her forehead against the door, releasing a weighty sigh of relief.

"I thought you weren't going to come."

She swiveled around to be met by the sight of the man of both her dreams and her nightmares.

"Logan." She released a shaky breath.

Even with his tousled hair and plain asylum clothes, he looked so alluring.

It was a shame truly, that someone so devilish could look so angelic without trying.

Logan's eyes first went to her slender neck, nonchalantly staring at the light bruise he'd inflicted upon her.

Her hands instinctively went to her neck, and Logan turned his gaze away.

She cleared her throat.

"Why did you want to see me now?"

"Why did you come?" He asked back, his tone laced with uncertainty.

Tahlia stood wordless against the door.

Logan stood near the desk, but his eyes piercing into hers seemed to dramatically decrease the intensity of the distance.

She looked away, no immediate answer coming to her tongue.

"You strangled me." Her voice was shakier than she wanted to let on.

He simply nodded, "I did."

I did.

A simple 'I did'.

Not even a 'sorry', or 'I had to'. Nothing, no remorse.

She raised an eyebrow in pure disbelief, "How could you even expect me to consider breaking into an institution after you try to kill me!?"

He remained calm, as if her resent filled words hadn't been fired at his direction.

He then did something there was no way Tahlia could have seen coming.

He smiled.

Not a smirk, not a smug grin.

But a pure, bona fide smile.

He stepped forward slowly, "You say all that, yet here you are."

She had no answer to that, so she dropped her gaze from his eyes, down to the floor.

Logan Hunt's head was a dangerous territory.

He had different sides to him, like Jekyll and Hyde. And Tahlia never knew when which one would suddenly surface. The monster or the charmer.

As he sauntered forward, she found herself shrinking further back against the door.

It hit her like déjà vu, the first time she'd met Logan Hunt.

He had stood in the same position, predatorial and powerful, while she'd been scared shitless.

Or had that been real? She thought. Did she hallucinate that encounter? Was she hallucinating this one?

She wanted to laugh, somethings never change.

How did it happen?

How did he manage to get in the centre of her life, her thoughts. How did she get intertwined with the darkness that went by the stupid name of Logan Hunt?

While she was lost in thought, she never even noticed how close Logan had got, only a hairsbreadth away from her face.

She looked into his eyes once again, the subzero ocean in them drawing her into the deepest abysses.

They stood stoic against each other, so close, oh so close.

The scent of an ocean breeze heavily intoxicated her senses, not quite the way the alcohol had a few hours ago.

It was different.

It was something more enduring.

"Natalia."

For the first time, Logan Hunt's voice didn't hold the insight of a predator. It was vulnerable.

She wanted to give in, but there were other things that were doing circles in her mind.

"How?" She whispered.

Logan furrowed his brows ever so softly, looking down at the girl merely inches away from him.

"How did you know..about my.." She paused, inhaling a large gasp of air, "Mother."

It took everything she had in her to say that word. But she did.

Logan peered at her.

"Questions, always asking questions. One question leads to another, then another leads to another." His voice held amusement, quite contrary to his eyes.

His face divulged absolutely nothing, always calm and composed.

But his eyes were a complete different story.

They say that eyes are the windows to the soul. All Tahlia saw when she looked into his cerulean eyes, was fire, fire meant to burn everything down.

He leaned into her a bit more, only this time she didn't flinch.

"You know Natalia, the last two months you have asked me all kinds of intrusive, nosy questions.." He teased.

"..Except what went through my mind when I killed those girls. What I felt later. Did I feel guilt or not. You've never asked me any one of those questions. Why?"

She shook her head lightly, "Because you aren't yourself when you kill Logan. There is no way that you can n-"

"What if I tell you I am? What if it's a lie you've been living in all this while?"

Maybe it was their proximity that had muddled Tahlia's thoughts, but she couldn't quite comprehend the true intensity of his words. She couldn't think straight.

"Did you feel any guilt?" Her voice was a mere shaky whisper.

Logan peered straight into her amber eyes.

"No."

One word. One syllable.

Yet it was more than enough to turn Tahlia's world upside down.

She jerked to get away, when a pair of muscular hands entrapped her in between.

"I don't feel guilt, I don't feel remorse, I don't feel pain, no happiness, nothing." He elucidated.

Her heart drummed hard and fast against his hold, threatening to crack at her ribs.

He wet his lip, tongue gliding across the smooth surface.

"But I'm feeling this."

With that, whatever trifling space that was once held between them, was enclosed by his lips crashing onto hers.

It didn't register into Tahlia's mind at first.

But once, twice, thrice, it occurred to her.

Logan Hunt was kissing her.

His hands moved from door to her face, cupping it as his inexorable lips parted her trembling ones.

Logan Hunt was kissing her.

A cold blooded murderer. A man who tried to kill her three days ago, was kissing her.

Her brain screamed at her for her to push him away, run away from there and never return.

She stood motionless as he deepened the gradation of the kiss.

She felt a rush, a surge of warmth in her body that left her staggered.

She felt something spread all across her body like wildfire. Maybe it was, in fact, fire.

An ecstasy-like whirl was tilting her world, and before she knew it, her eyes were shut close and she was kissing him back.

She was kissing Logan Hunt.

Her arms, went from staying limp against her sides, to clutching Logan's chest like no tomorrow as she kissed him back feverishly.

His lips were sending down the wildest tremors down her body, transporting her into another realm.

The feeling of his lips on hers made her feel things she didn't know she could feel.

She could feel his chest heave in an effort to regulate his breathing, she could feel the outline of his lean body as he held her. His heart syncopated against hers in an erratic rhythm.

And for the first time in forever, Tahlia wasn't afraid.

She wasn't afraid of the consequences of her actions. She wasn't afraid of touch.

They finally broke away from the fervent kiss, leaving Tahlia panting for air.

Her eyes met Logan's breathlessly, staring back at her enigmatically.

Logan Hunt was the apple of sin, and Natalia Faith Meyers had just had a taste.

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