You allowed Celine to lead you up the stairs. Your hands were shaking, but you kept your face neutral. You were understandably nervous, considering what had happened last time.

In an attempt to distract yourself, you let your mind wander. You thought back to what Damien had said.

"Just know that William- the Colonel- is a great man. He's been my friend for many, many years and I trust him with my life. I promise you, you can trust him, too."

The Colonel seemed like a good enough man, albeit a little suspicious. He cared about his friends and he was very kind to you. The one thing that threw you off was how he kept disappearing. Where did he go? How did he managed to sneak by when everyone was on guard?

Your mind continued to wander and you thought again about what else Damien had said.

"Please, never forget that I care about you very much. I hope... I hope you don't think differently of me after this."

You had noticed he had been acting strange, but with everything going on, you hadn't given it much thought. Now, you were worried. What the hell was he talking about? The curiosity was almost overwhelming. You were scared, but you needed to know. You didn't think there was anything that could change your mind about him, but there was still that shadow of doubt. What had he done?

Suddenly, Celine stopped walking and spoke, interrupting your thoughts before you could stress yourself out too much.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked.

You hadn't even noticed that you had arrived to the room. Looking around, you saw signs of some kind of altercation that had turned violent. A chair was upside down in a corner with dents in the wall above it, and you assumed it had been thrown. Candles have been knocked over and dried wax was splattered across the table. Cards were strewn around the room and a few looked like they had been torn. What kind of argument had Celine and Damien gotten into? You knew he had stayed behind after the detective carried you out of the room, but you hadn't heard any shouting. Then again, you had been pretty out of it. You decided not to question it. You had enough to worry about at the moment.

"Yeah, I'm sure," you answered, only with slight hesitation.

Celine looked doubtful.

"Alright. Please, take a seat." She pulled over another chair and went about lighting the remaining candles. In the back of your mind, you wondered how necessary they were to this... ritual.

You took a seat and wiped your sweaty hands on your pants. You had almost forgotten you were still wearing Damien's sweatpants.

"I hope you don't think differently of me after this."

You blinked and shook your head. You couldn't let yourself get distracted.

"Do you remember what to do?" Celine asked, holding out her hands.

"Yes."

You wiped your hands again before grabbing hers. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath.

Just like last time, it wasn't long before you felt everything fade away. You wondered how she did that.

The ringing was back, but it was very very faint. You hoped it stayed that way.

When you opened your eyes, you saw the screen was also back. It started to play through what had happened throughout the day again, but you willed it to change. Most likely with the help of Celine, it worked. You felt a pull in your gut and the room started spinning. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to think about what happened after you finished your first drink.

Suddenly, you could see light shining through your eyelids and everything around you felt and sounded strangely familiar. Was that Mark laughing?

You opened your eyes again and saw that you were standing by the staircase, empty glass in hand. You were wearing your fancy dress. Damien, the Colonel, the detective, and the butler all stood around you. Mark was standing on the staircase, laughing at something he had just said.

"Life is for the living, and who knows, I could be dead tomorrow!"

That made your heart hurt. If only he had known. You tried to shout out and warn him, but you could only watch. You were in your body, but you weren't controlling it. Just living through the memory.

Something must have been in the drink, because you suddenly felt a little dizzy. Something didn't feel right.

You said nothing and instead, laughed along with the others and followed them into the other room. Everyone was joking around and goofing off as they all took a seat around the poker table.

The night started out normal, other than the fact that everybody seemed a little out of it. Everybody except Mark, strangely. The part of you that was just observing realized he had never gotten a glass, while the part of you that was most likely drugged was winning the poker game. Damien was right, you did rob everyone blind.

Everyone continued drinking and soon enough, nobody was interested in poker anymore.

Without warning, the room filled with black smoke. You couldn't see. For a few seconds you were alarmed. However, it only took a few more seconds for it to clear and when it did you saw that everyone and everything was different.

Abe had taken off his coat and had what looked like strips of cloth or something tied around his head.

Damien was missing his suit jacket and he had the top buttons of his shirt undone.

The Colonel was no longer wearing his hat and he was showing off his gun to Mark, who was messing with the bullet chamber.

Mark, of course, hadn't changed.

Music was blasting in the room, but it sounded distorted. Everyone seemed way too drunk, and you still believed the drinks from the beginning were drugged. You wondered if Mark knew, and that's why he didn't drink.

You became distracted when you saw Benjamin and Abe holding Damien upside down by his legs. Of course he was doing a keg stand.

The smoke came and cleared again to show everyone playing Russian roulette. The part of you watching was screaming at how stupid everyone was. The part of you partying, however, grabbed the gun and put it to your head. You heard a click and then the gun was passed to new hands.

You watched the Colonel take it and aim at himself.

Click.

Then at the butler.

Click.

Then at the chef.

Click.

Then, to your alarm, at Damien.

Click.

Then at the detective, who appeared very angry.

Click.

Abe seemed to sober up slightly after that and fought the Colonel for the gun. You stumbled over and tried to break up the fight, but the detective ended up punching you in the face and knocking you flat on your back. However, he didn't seem to even notice. He continued his argument with Will, who was shouting something about "one more person."

Really, the only person who noticed you was Damien. He rushed over to help you, looking very concerned. You could hear him asking if you were alright as he helped you up, but with the music and the alcohol and the drugs it was hard to respond. Instead, you stood up on your toes and kissed him.

The part of you that was just observing was in complete panic.

NO NO WHAT DID I DO?? DOES HE EVEN REMEMBER? WAS THAT WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT?

You almost didn't notice when he started to kiss back.

Some part of you was relieved that you had absolutely no control over what was happening. Just watching. It had already happened, there was nothing you could do about it.

The other part of you was screaming.

After a minute or two, you broke away from the kiss. Nobody else in the room had noticed except the butler, who stood in the corner with wide eyes.

Everything became a little fuzzy after that. The ringing was slowly growing in volume, but you didn't want this memory to end.

Damien grabbed one of your hands and kissed you again. It was just a quick kiss, but it still made your heart melt.

He started to lead you out of the room. When you got to the bottom of the stairs, you turned around.

You could see the Colonel had won the gun back, and was intent on finishing his game of Russian roulette. Mark was laughing as the gun was aimed at him.

You didn't see what happened next. Damien pulled you along up the stairs. You couldn't believe what was happening, but there was nothing you could do. The you that was actually in control of the situation was way too out of it to notice that something was wrong.

You felt yourself kissing Damien again. He continued to lead you to your bedroom, and pushed the door open without taking his attention off of you.

The ringing was growing unbearable again.

The last thing you saw before the memories ended was you and Damien falling onto the bed together. You happened to glance over and see the clock. 1:30am.

Everything faded to black as the smoke filled the room. Over the music and the ringing, you could hear very faint shouting.

Then, a gunshot.

Then, nothing.

[I'M SORRY FOR NOT POSTING!! I promise I am trying. I don't know how to feel about this chapter, so let me know what you think! I'll try to get the next chapter out sooner, haha. I hope you enjoy, and sorry again!]