“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