BLOOD MOON

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DION HALON CAHILL'S POV

It felt surreal having Mahalia in my arms, her small figure curled around me as I picked her up from the floor.

I lay her on my softly careful not to wake her up from her slumber, I hovered over smiling at the way she slept peacefully under my covers.

Standing up from the side of the bed I sat, I made my way downstairs after I had picked up an intruders scent at my door.

I threw the door coming face to face, with a greying old man with a fake smile gracing his lips

" hello, I learnt you were new to the community"

I watched him sceptically, the smile on his face was fooling absolutely no one. The villagers had no idea about the true nature of their new neighbor, and it was important to keep it that way. My life had always been a careful balance of hiding my true self and satisfying my primal needs.

"My name is Father Hudson Martinez"

I smirked, chuckling, this was not a mere visitation, this was an investigation. I looked at his outstretched hand, his eyes daring me silently to decline his false warmth. I decided to play his game, I stretched my hand accepting his handshake.

I almost hissed when his ring came in contact with my skin, he had bathed it in holy water, I looked at him whilst hiding the pain his ring was inflicting on my skin. He came fully prepared, trying to trip me into revealing my true self.

"Dion Cahill"

I said as he finally let go my hand, I immediately put my fingers in the trouser pocket hiding my charred fingers as it healed.

"The church sent me to welcome you to our neighbourhood "

I nodded silently, almost resisting the urge punch the sadistic grin from his face. My ears picked up rustling of sheets from my bedroom, alerting me that Mahalia was close to waking up.

I politely nodded at him and tried to close the door when he stuck his foot out, blocking me from closing the door.

I rolled my eyes, trying hard to keep my anger at bay

"Father, I would love to go back to sleep "

I gritted out, looking at the old man who waltzed into my place like he owned it

"Is there someone in here Dion"

I hated the fact that his smug smile thought that he had me all figured out and in his palms, but one mistake could cost me, so I kept a straight face as I listened to the rhythm of his heartbeat, it was pounding in excitement hoping perhaps he would catch me in the act.

I watched him walk toward the kitchen, going to the fridge when I stored bloodbags.

Despite how much I wanted to speed to him and grab his hand, I knew that was the reaction he wanted out of me and I refused to give him such satisfaction. I remained in my position daring him with my eyes to open the fridge.

He left there without opening the fridge, looking around the mansion sceptically

"Father Hudson I would like to go to sleep"

My voice was stern not giving Any room for debate. I watched him as his grin widened as he stared at me before leaving.

I sighed in relief as Father Hudson Martinez left my home, his presence triggering a mix of anger and frustration within me. I closed the door behind him, ensuring that he was truly gone before making my way back upstairs to check on Mahalia.

As I entered the bedroom, I found her awake but MATTHIAS on top of her as he tried to stop her muffled screaming. He saw me and jumped of her

"She was screaming when she woke up"

I nodded as I looked deep into Mahalia's terrified eyes.

She looked at MATTHIAS, a flash of recognition shone in her eyes.

"MATTHIAS "

She called out and he turned to me swiftly

"I thought you said she could not recognise you "

"She has few memories MATTHIAS "

I deadpanned staring at the woman who's eyes were filled to the brim with unshed tears.

"What is happening to me ?"

My heart broke seeing her so confused and broken.

The memories were confusing her, she was Mahalia, but to her those memories of hers were someone else's.

"Mahalia "

I called out softly, and her sad eyes were replace with fierce anger, she was going through a series of emotions and now she was spiralling.

"I am not Mahalia "

She screamed, trying to convince herself that she was not, she needed answers but I was not sure, if she would be pleased about the answers to those questions

Her green eye were bright with tears as she peered deep into my red eyes.

"Why did you leave me to die Dion "

I walked closer to her and bent to her eye level

"If I knew that battle was going to cost your life Mahalia, I would have never gone."

I held her small hands in mine as sniffed, she was not fighting with her self nor the memories.

"Dion, what happened to me "

How could I tell her that I could not even phantom what happened to her,

Mahalia very existence was something I had not seen in my years alive.

"I do not know Mahalia, I was hoping you could let me help you figure this out."

She nodded, staring at my silhouette, I smiled, not matter the centuries apart she was still my Mahalia.

Matthias came closer looking at her before giving her an awkward wave. He had questions, mostly about Thalia. But before I could address his concerns, a blood-curdling scream pierced the quiet night. We turned towards the sound, our hearts pounding in our chests.

Outside stood a familiar mop of ginger hair with eyes of cold blue. The figure stepped closer and I took a protective step infront of Mahalia, the figure stepped closer, letting the moonlight shine and illuminate the figure. Finally we could see who dared disturbed our peace, the figure turned out to be.

"TAHLIA"