“Cheers to a good life,” Mark said lifting his glass on the table. Everyone seated at the table lifted their glasses with a smile, Dixon's hands were intertwined with Maeve as he kept caressing them over the table. She smiled at him.
“Cheers.” They clicked their glasses. And sips from it.
Dixon stood up, still holding his glass.
“I wanna make a toast to the ones we lost on the way, the two important persons in my life, my first go to Ms... Theresa, without her playing her major role in our lives, this won’t have happened, and to the one who was more of a brother to me...”
“I still can’t believe you had another brother aside from me.”
“Shut up Bruce.” Linda laughed.
It was few hours before the partial eclipse, yet it was dark and windless and as predicted the city was awfully quiet. But, underneath the prominent furtive bungalow there was a faint umbra of a person chained like the crucified Christ gasping for breath. she was being flogged by an aggressive man. The whips was hard on her skin. Making blood spills out of it.Her hair was unravel and was strip of her cloth that’s if she had one. She was weak yet strong.Her cries were muffled. The pains in her eyes weren’t mistaken. But there was nothing she could do.“Isn’t that enough, Lucas.”
"Lucas is dead!" Albert continue mixing the French tea Peru made for him. He added a cube of sugar and stir. Then took a sip and nodded in satisfaction. While his guest pace worriedly in front of him."I heard the news, it all over the internet. I knew he wouldn't last long, having a whole lot of weird and creep things in his house. What do you expect?" He replied his guest, his voice low and authoritative. He was huge and mighty. And he obviously behaved like the king he was, owner of Hans Town. He was Albert Ambrose. The wealthiest and powerful man of the town. His shoulders were held high and he does everything he deem fit. With giving a damn what his actions would cause. He thought of running for politics, if I man like him, go for politics, it’s all over for Hans town. "He did cause his death"
Detective Sean opened the door of the underground basement, he cringed, seeing the sight before him. Making him retreats his footsteps. The twenty years he had been working as a detective and the the thirty five years he had spent in this town. He hadn’t seen a thing as this. Blood was was all over the wall. There was a writing in blood as well.‘Don’t look for me, look for me you die.’It did give him chills.The forensic department were there, running a test on the items on basement. But he couldn’t see them at the moment, the only thing he saw was the blood on the wall. He couldn’t seem to get his eyes off it.What the hell are you?His gaze was on the room, eve
Dixon stared at the apartment he was quite familiar with, he felt like he was back to five years ago. Hanging out in the tall tree beside her house. Where they would sit and laugh and cuddle, underneath the tree. His ran run through the tree. Feeling it. Bringing back the memories of their romance. He smiled but a sad one. He moved away, staring at the brown wooden door. Remembering when he had helped her moved into this house. Asking her why she choose this apartment. She loved the serenity and nature. That was her reply then. He had grown to love her then, at first when Linda brought her to him. He hadn’t had any interest in her then. "Hold on. I'll be there in a sec" her tiny voice yelled, the burning sensation
"This is it?" Dixon asked, staring at the old house. Slightly bent to the side. Like it was gonna fall anytime soon. The walls having a crinkle lines on it, making the house look like a crone. It was the least of what he was expecting. " What were you expecting" she retorted" A beggar has no choice" she scorn at him, pulling out the crispy notes from his hands. “You’re still taking this from me! It all I have left..and am not a beggar, if I am a beggar it will be a beggar with choice.”Though she was old, she wasn't anything like it." Ho-ho" she snickered at what he said."Dixon, the supposed heir.. you’re one proud animal.”
Her hands quake on the table and she shuddered in fright. Her eyes flattered on its own. When she opened them, it was black. Slowly she let out a low growl. Racing out of the kitchen.Running into the room she came out from, quickly she hid behind the bed, curling in a tight ball. She need to control herself. It felt like her body was tearing apart. She was getting larger. And larger her taste for blood was so No, no she needs to control herself. She’s not a demon, she doesn’t want to be one.She hugged herself, buried her head in between her thighs. She couldn’t control it, it was bigger and larger than she was. Slowly, crawling out from beneath the bed. Looking for the nearest exit. And that was the back door.
Albert gaze at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were small and having some dark circles around it. Fixing his tie. He throw a glance at the bed. It was empty as it has been the past days. Linda had choose to sleep in the guest room. Ever since he sent Dixon out. She just can’t understand. Fixing his tie properly, took the briefcase on the table and began walking out of the room. “Good mm—m.....”“Is your mother up yet?”“She hasn’t been ou—out of her room sin-“ Bruce stutters in fear. The sight of Albert is something he couldn’t behold. He deadly look he gets from him every single time. The fear was still in him. He doubt if he would ever get over it.
Dixon hands over the cup of coffee to ms Teresa and slump on the seat next to her. While munching the cookies he made. Staring absentmindedly on the TV set. “Why the glum look?”“Why won’t there be a glum look.” He retorted.“Calm down Dixon, will you. Just smile a bit. You’re look threatening.” “So she could leave! My heart is as hard as stone. I might end up killing her.”Do you mean to say she might end up killing you. Cause she doesn’t look like someone who has a heart.He force a smile which turns out to be a grimace. Ms Teresa chuckles.“You should be happy, you a
“Cheers to a good life,” Mark said lifting his glass on the table. Everyone seated at the table lifted their glasses with a smile, Dixon's hands were intertwined with Maeve as he kept caressing them over the table. She smiled at him.“Cheers.” They clicked their glasses. And sips from it.Dixon stood up, still holding his glass.“I wanna make a toast to the ones we lost on the way, the two important persons in my life, my first go to Ms... Theresa, without her playing her major role in our lives, this won’t have happened, and to the one who was more of a brother to me...”“I still can’t believe you had another brother aside from me.”“Shut up Bruce.” Linda laughed.
Roy ran into the house. Shutting the door immediately he entered. He was panting, he had been so scared a while ago, so scared, he didn’t expect to see her like that. And everything now had been in vain. Just like that. Now, this happened. She must be dead now, she must have killed her, Anika was probably dead. There are no two ways about it because of the looks she has on her face. There’s no way anyone survives that.He raced to the bedroom and slumped on the bed. With his hands on his chest. What a narrow escape, it was still late in the night, dark and awfully quiet. Beryl stole a glance at him. And looked away, she didn’t say anything. She pretended that she was still chained to the bed. Still, glued to where he left her, she shut her eyes pretending not to notice him or do anything or say anything to him. The bastard, this was his night. She remained on spot Waiting for him to come to her."Hey babe"
When Dixon woke up, he was in the hospital, his head was bandaged, Bruce was by his side. And he felt so weak and tired.“You’re awake.”He nods.“How long have I been here?”“Twenty hours.”“what?” He tried standing up from the bed.“Hey, stop, don’t try standing.”“It’s the almost full eclipse. I need to go.”“You ain’t going anywhere.”“What’s the time?”
“Are you the only one in here?” Maeve asked as she was still glancing around.“No, I had just a help from someone you would know, here, have your seat.”Maeve sat down with her gaze on the broken chains and cracked walls, which were still stained with blood.“Who is that?”“Roy, I think you need to show yourself here. Someone needs to see you”Roy, the name was familiar, but she couldn’t sure remember who that was, while she was seated she played with her fingers.Roy came in with a plain look, he didn’t stare at her but looked over her head.&nb
A car slow down in front of her, then stopped, he stare at her through the window. “Maeve!” He called, she turned and stare at him. It was Mark. “What are you doing here?” “Taking a walk.” “Where’s Dixon?” “He isn’t here.” “He left you alone?” “I left him.” “What do you mean, get in the car, I’ll give you a room ride.” “I told you I’m taking a walk. You should leave, you didn’t see me today.” “Maeve, What’s...” The look in her eyes made him silence, he said nothing else and watched her walking away like the dead. She didn’t stare back at him or wave. Unlike the Maeve he knew. Something was wrong then. He didn’t know if he had to follow her or just go away. She left Dixon, because he would never leave her alone. He was always buy her side like glue and now he wasn’t. He searched through his contact list, if he had his contact, but the prick was being a prick, so he doesn’t have it. He didn’t have any of their contacts. Now calling them that he saw her was out of it. He had t
“Why didn’t you tell him!” Eamon yelled at Green, he keeps hitting his fist on the table, biting his lips in annoyance.“You should have told him, how do you expect him to feel when he wakes up and she’s gone. He has every right to know!”Green was pacing in front of him, with so much quilt in him.“I wanted to tell him. She won’t let me, I made a promise to her. That I wasn’t gonna tell him, she told me she was gonna tell him herself. I don’t know. I..”“Dixon will be so mad when he finds out what you’ve done. There were days you could have let it slip out but hell no! You held it in. Told no one. You allow her to bear the pains alone. She alone on that painful and lonely
Dixon stirs and turns to his sides, slowly his eyes open. It was still quite dark and he wasn’t so sure of what the time was yet. But he could guess, it was past four in the morning. He sighed and stood up. Naked. Searching for his pants.Then it hits him.Maeve!She wasn’t by his side.He walked back to the spot where they slept. She wasn’t there. He ran shortly to take up his clothes and slide them on.Where’s she?Her clothes weren’t there either.“Alien!” He yelled. His voice echoed as he shouted.
“Still ain’t gonna tell him anything.” Dr. Green said, making breakfast. He tossed the egg and flipped. Maeve was in the kitchen with him. Drinking the green tea, he had made. Her gaze was elsewhere as she kept on exhaling. While taking the tea.“You don’t seems too good.”He studied her. She was still brooding over something. Her hair was almost white now. Just a little remaining.Today was the last day to him. Since it was the second day, she had to leave Dixon side before the cock crock. And then, he sighed as well.He couldn’t find anything else other than the sacrifice of death. That was the only thing he got. And nothing else.He moved to her side
Maeve watched Dixon sleeps. Staring at his face caressing it with her fingers. He stirred and looked at her with a smile, though still sleepy.“Ain’t you asleep yet. Come lay beside me.”“Ain’t sleepy yet. I’ll join you soon though. I had to go somewhere first.”“Where to? It’s late already.”“I’ll be fine. And it would be a quick meeting.”“Humm. Don’t stay out too late, it would be too cold without you In here.” He closed his eyes again and slept off. She chuckled and brought her head down and kissed his lips.A day was gone.