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SUDDENLY, THERE IS A KNOCK ON THE DOOR.

With a hand over her mouth and her eyes wide, she slowly gets up on her feet as she stares at the cherry red door.

The first person that pops up in her mind is her ex-boyfriend, Daniel at the door; he did ask if she was home.

She hears the knock again and she is baffled, an amused smile forming around the corners of her mouth. "No way." She slowly walks through the well-lighted living room and towards the door with a sassy smile. "What brings a person like you to my house at midnight?" She says, with her voice loud enough to be heard by Daniel behind the closed door. "I thought you said you were never coming to my house again, so why are you here? Did you come to beg for my forgiveness?"

She chuckles at her jokes.

"Just go back, Daniel. I won't give you another chance and I'm not opening the door for you—"

"Sweetie."

She gasps in shock, her triumphant smile wiping off her face when she hears the deep voice. There is silence for a couple of seconds and Aubrey feels goosebumps all over as she slowly steps closer to the cherry red door, placing her ear against it.

"I'm not Daniel."

With her heart in her throat, she starts feeling chills up her back and arms as the atmosphere changes; the exact same way it did the night of the robbery. Her hands move on their own to open the door, revealing a man.

A man who she has seen before.

A man with a deep voice, sounding eerily familiar to her ears.

A man with dark eyes, dark hair and a dark aura. The same man at her apartment the night of the robbery.

Aubrey's whole demeanor changes, getting irritated by his mere presence. Even if he is here to return her toaster, he shouldn't show up at her house unannounced, especially at midnight.

"What do you want?" Her fierce eyes seem to pierce through his skull.

There is dead silence after her question before he falls to the ground all of a sudden, rolling into her living room with his hand on his stomach. Her eyes widen from his sudden, weird behavior. He starts groaning loudly in pain with his hand still on his stomach and fear immediately grips Aubrey. 

She drops to her knees beside him with panic. "What's wrong? What's happening? Are you hurt?" She wants to hold him in place as he is moving on the cold tiles but she can't touch him yet; it can be contagious.

He continues grunting, forced breaths of air coming out of his mouth as his face is scrunched up in pain. His body keeps shivering and it doesn't stop.

Still confused, she traces her eyes to the part where he is clutching and that's when she sees it.

Blood.

"Oh my." Her hands come up to her lips. "Hang in there a little bit, I'll go get the first aid." She gets up on her feet and runs to the end of the hallway where the medical supplies are placed.

He could be at the point of death and could have come to her as his last hope of survival.

He robbed her apartment and she still let him in her house after he tricked her the previous time. There is a possibility that he could be playing her again this time. She stops in her tracks at the middle of the hallway with those thoughts in her head. She has left him alone in her house and there is a chance that while she isn't there, he is stealing from her again. However, the painful grunts coming from the Livingroom makes her think otherwise; if he is truly hurt, she will not let him die in her house.

She reaches for the box then runs back to the Livingroom to find him still on the ground, groaning. She gets on her knees in front of him, "I want you to lay on your back and stay still. I will try to stop the bleeding." She nods her head at him as if giving him assurance that he can trust her. She looks back at his soaked white shirt with blood.

She hopes it isn't so serious to the extent she would have to call an ambulance.

She flinches, moving her hands closer to his shirt with scissors in the other hand. The sight of blood still irritates her even after treating Brady's many injuries. She takes in a sharp breath and grips the soaked shirt in her fist, immediately cutting it up to see how bad the injury is.

Then, she freezes in fear, the air knocking out of her lungs after she cuts his shirt open.

She doesn't freeze because the injury is way out of her control, neither is it because the injury looks like it will kill him any moment from now, Aubrey freezes because there is nothing under his shirt.

Realizing his painful groans have stopped, she slowly moves her shaky eyes up to his face and catches him staring at her with a deadly grin. She gets shaken by his sudden change of demeanor and tries to scurry away from him but he is quick in grabbing her hand and keeping her in place.

"It isn't your blood, is it?" She whispers.

She was right-- he did play her a second time but what's scarier is whose blood is on his shirt. She is slowly starting to realize that he isn't some hungry teenage boy who stole her toaster, he may be something much worse.

His pink tinted lips form into a smile, "Right. I can't bleed."

Hearing him utter those words, she grows scared.

She tries to detach her hand from him but he pulls her closer, placing her right palm on his pale, hard chest. "But I still feel pain." He closes his eyes as if her touch makes him feel relaxed. "Don't retract your hand just yet, I like the feel of it against my chest." 

Aubrey feels the warmth of his skin on her palms and at the mention of the word 'chest', her eyes travel down his toned body.  'What a pervert.' Her thoughts exactly. 

Kai's eyes open immediately, "Don't call me that." 

Her eyes snap back to his irritated face with shock. His grip looses on her so she gets up on her feet, putting as much distance as she can between them. "Get out of my house." She drops her tone to sound more intimidating; it seems like it is now a habit of hers whenever she is scared.

He chuckles at her statement, getting comfortable on the ground as he pulls his legs up to wrap his arms around them.

She takes note of the little details; his shoes look a little dirty and she can tell that he has been walking around for a long time