BLOOD MOON

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ALORA MADELINE NOX'S POV

The drive back home was silent, mom noticed my mood because she did not pester me to speak, at least not yet

I looked at the trees as we passed by them, my mind and thoughts in shambles, like intertwined knots that chose not to be separated.

"Alora"

My mother called, her eyes glancing to my silhouette as she drove.

"Yes mom"

My voice was weak, the toll of today had weighed heavily on my being, I knew she was speaking, I could see her lips moving but I couldn't focus on anything she said.

My mind still stuck on the nightmare turned reality.

"MIRANDA called saying that you skipped your other classes, what happened?"

Despite how she tried keeping the accusation from her voice, it was still there.

Her undertone silently asking me, if I had begun wasting my life.

"Nothing, I ran into some issues "

I tried to keep it short as possible, I didn't want her to know what had happened today. Till I myself figure it out.

"What issues could you possibly have had to make you skip class on the first day."

There it was, the slight aggression and accusation in her voice. The soft-spoken had been thrown out the window.

"MADELINE"

I flinched as she shouted at Me, tears filled my eyes as I glared at her, I wanted to keep the details of today at minimal.

"I had problems with the stitches "

I lied while shouting back at her, when she pulled up to the house, I grabbed my backpack and hurried into the house. I entered my room with a slam, anger quickly bubbling inside me.

My mother controlled my everything, from my clothes even to what I ate, behaved, talked and lived, she controlled it.

I looked at the white shirt I had bought before leaving the school grounds, I had to buy another cause the previous one was soaked in blood. Mother had noticed the shirt Change as soon as I had stepped into the car.

My phone rang and I saw Miranda name flashing on the device, I picked it up ready to tell her off

"He…."

She tried greeting but I cut her off.

"You told my mother I skipped classes"

My tone was accusatory and point blank anger, perhaps I transferring the irritation I bottled in on her, but either way she had no right.

"You were picking up and I couldn't find you anywhere "

Excuses, all fable excuses, Miranda had always been one to report my life to my mother and I despised it.

"I'll give you a choice, either become a real friend or be my mother's henchman."

I said with my voice clipped as I ended the call. I stripped from my clothes, wishing desperately that I had not gone through the day.

As I stood naked infront of the mirror, I noticed the scar that had formed on my stomach wasn't there anymore, I took a panicked yet closer look at my stomach.

Was I hallucinating that scar, even if I was, I knew I wasn't hallucinating those red eyes, nor the blood that poured from my body.

I stroked my face softly

"Mahalia "

I whispered and a warm feeling bloomed inside me, I felt the name suited me more than Alora did, I remembered flecks of the memory I had, the was Dion had called me Mahalia was beautiful, velvety and tender.

My heart skipped a beat at the thought of Dion, it seemingly excited me, those red eyes that should have scared me, exhilarated my being..

I left the bathroom and went to my window sill, quietly staring out the window until sleep claimed me.

"Mahalia run the volturi have invaded"

I ran with the few children that were able to escape deep into the forest, I continued to run as my brown gown mixed with dirt and mud and I looked at what was left of my small village in shambles.

The torches were thrown over the thatch roofs and I watched the go up aflame

"What do we do Mahalia "

I looked at the young child that had escaped with me, he and were the only survivors of what remained of my small village

I was swept off from that memory to another.

"Please do not go to battle Dion"

"Heaven will protect me, my love "

he put my hands in his pale ones as he kissed my fingers, calming me.

"Let us rest Mahalia, by Sunrise, I do battle" I nodded whilst laying beside him, I silently watched him as I prayed to the heavens of his safety.

Then that familiar haunting nightmare replayed only that this time, those hovering red eyes were shedding tears and begging me to live…..

I stood up shakily from the window sill, where I had fallen asleep, confused as what I had once again seen

We're those memories nor dreams, I could not tell the difference anymore, but what I was sure off was that Dion loved Me, I mean Mahalia deeply.

As I tried to process the fragments of memories and dreams that flooded my mind, the air became chilly and stiff. My heart raced, and a sense of unease washed over me.

I clutched my head, it was as If there was a voice in my head that was trying to speak to me, I stumbled and fell on the floor in agony

My heart skipped a beat, when the voice flooded my head despite it being a mere whisper .

"Alora, or should I say, Mahalia? It is time to remember who you truly are."

A rush of emotions overwhelmed me - confusion, fear, and a flicker of hope. Who was I truly?

Before I could respond, I began to walk dazed like out of my house, walking trance as my feet led me to an eerie mansion Atop a hill.

A mix of trepidation and curiosity surged within me. The desire to know my true identity, to understand the memories that haunted my dreams, was overwhelming. Could this figure hold the answers I had been searching for?

With my outstretched hand, i balled my fists as i knocked on the door. What ever was behind the door held answers to my agony, I knocked with urgency.

A shiver ran down my spine as the door were thrown open and I made eye contact with those scarlet eyes, Dion Halon Cahill held the answers to my suffering and Angst

"Mahalia "

He whispered

"Volturi"

I said before passing out.

TO BE CONTINUED…