Elena froze. The dialogue on the screen had stopped matching the actors' lip movements. Buffy wasn't fighting a vampire in the hallway; she was standing still, looking directly out of the frame, her eyes tracking something behind Elena’s shoulder.
Panicked, Elena tried to close the tab, but the cursor wouldn't move. The website—usually a cluttered mess of pop-ups and pirate links—transformed. The banners bled into dark crimson, and the scroll bar began to move on its own, racing through a comment section filled with dates from the 1800s. Watch www xrysoi se vampir S02E03
A hand, pale and unnaturally cold, rested on the back of Elena’s chair. She didn't dare turn around. On the screen, the episode cut to black, replaced by a reflection of her own room. In the digital mirror, she saw herself, and standing behind her was the figure from the show, his platinum hair shimmering in the blue light. "I always preferred a live audience," the voice hissed. Elena froze