What does she wants?
1553 Words
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.
She ran towards it, letting out a low howls.
Dixon heard it, halting on his steps.
What the heck was that?
Her hefty threads was mighty on the ground, running towards her prey, the house adjacent to Dixon, the woman back was against her, as she breastfeeding her child. The child, despite been feed began crying.
“What’s wrong honey”
Before she could turn, a hand grip her from behind, lifting her up her feet, the baby fell. Letting out a piercing cry. Without further ado.
She pulled out her heart. Tossed it aside and began feeding from her.
“The sound came from here. Detective!”
“Whoever it is, is around here somewhere. Search!”
She heard their voices approaching and rise to her feet. Wiping her mouth.
She belched.
Run away.
“Oh my gawd!” Detective Sean exclaimed
The woman was unrecognizable, she brutally killed, same with the baby. Their stomach was wide open and divided down to their gullet.
And their skin was black and faded.
“This happened in a while ago. How come this?”
“She should be her—“
“Detective, look, hair again”
Detective Sean picked the strands of hair up. The same hair.
“It’s her. She’s here.” He stood up, “search around, every house every corner.”
Immediately he said that he was running back to Dixon.
He banged on the door for a minute and there wasn’t any response. He pushed the door open and walked in.
“Detective is ....”
detective Sean walked past him. Checking his house.
“You heard that sound didn’t you?”
“Yeah. So?”
“That beast is here.”
“In my house “
“In this neighborhood. I need to make sure you’re safe and everyone as well that’s my duty.”
“But she isn’t here”
“Let me do my job will you?”
He entered the kitchen. And saw a plate of pasta untouched.
“That’s my breakfast”
He nods and moved away.
“There’s nothing here, there’s no one either.”
Until he was satisfied with the search, that one one was here. He turned to Dixon, pat his back and walked out.
Whatever that hair was.
It was a sign, she was close. She was with them. And something was happening to her as well, why her hair is pulling off.
***
"You need to calm down"
" Don't tell me too" he snapped at her
"My father is f*****g dead, dead Beryl" he yelled rising from the couch, clutching his fist.
"His heart was ripped out of his body, he was, he was...."he tried not to break down and blink his tears away. Then sat down again. Beryl pulled him into a hug.
"Its okay, am here" she draw circles on his back. He place his head on her shoulder sniffing quietly. He tried closing his eyes but all he could see was his father corpse. He pulled away from her.
"I..I...I " he couldn't hold back.
He cried!
"Am gonna make her pay, I swear to God." He wipe his tears away.
"Her?"
He continued crying. Hugging her tight to himself.
"The unravel-haired, she-devil. Dad was making her into his but it didn’t happen as we all predicted, the entire plan was changed”
There was so much despite in his voice.
"I don’t know what to do Beryl.”
He wipe his tears off.
“Am totally confused as hell.”
He bend his head, crying into his palm.
“Someone ruin the plan right?”
Roy lifted his head, tears was still falling down from his eyes.
“I don’t know what when wrong, I wasn’t there with them that night. Anika is missing, though the cops are still looking for her. She hasn’t been seen yet. And...”
“And What?”
“Dr. Green. He calls himself that. He was my father intern. He wasn’t seen that night either.”
"What're you gonna do"
"I don’t know, perhaps look for her and kill her.”
“How are you gonna do that, you saw what she did to your father, how are you gonna kill someone like that.”
"You’re right. But there has to be something. Ain’t letting her go for what she did.”
“What about what you guys did to her. Don’t you think she might as well be planning something.”
Roy faces her. Holding her hands and placed them on his thigh.
“What can I do without you Beryl.”
Beryl smiled. Cupping his cheeks and kissed him. She pulled away after a while.
He bracketed her shoulder.
"Am going over to my dad's study.." and run his hands down her bare shoulders.
" and there must be something that can kill her, there should be a weakness or something.”
He gave her a quick kiss on her lips. Standing up.
" Roy" she called. He turned to her.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine".........
****
Dixon held the hinges of the door, contemplating if he should open the door or not. He lean on it and exhaled. He had searched everywhere he could until he ended up here. The room at the end of the hallway. And she was in there.
He shouldn't be bothered right? But his hands were still on the hinges.
What's wrong with him? He peeped through the keyhole. He withdrew back.
After a couple of seconds, he scurried away from the door. But He should care right cause she's in his house after all.
Halting, he glance between his door and hers.
"Aaargh gawd!" He groan, walking back to the room and without hesitating he opened the door.....
He scanned the room and finally set his eyes on her behind the bed in a tight ball. He approached her, counting his steps as usual.
"Hey"
she didn't reply.
Her head was still down and he pounder on the thought, if he could touch her, reaching out to her, he quickly withdrew his hands and stuff them in his pyjamas pocket.
" Are you okay?"
She still had her head bow without a word.
“Did anyone see you coming in here? The cops especially.”
“Cops?...”
Eventually, she lift her head and look at him.
“What are they?”
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. She’s fine, no need for panic. Why was he worried again?
Because of ms Teresa.
That’s it.
“They arrest bad people and locked them up. In prison but sometimes arrest the innocent.”
“Bad people like Lucas.” She whispered
“You think they’re gonna come get me and lock me up.”
“That’s if you did something bad”
“Something bad like what?”
“Murder especially. “
“Murder?”
“Yeah. Killing people...”
She tried standing on her feet but damn! She was too weak. And she fell back, but he was quick enough to get a hold on her before she fell...
And for the thousands times, her stomach roared, she ate a while ago why was she hungry again. Seems they couldn’t satisfy her, like she thought they would. She was still on his arms and he chuckle lightly
Helping her to the bed. She was light like feather. He could barely feels the weight on him. She was tender and delicate like she was gonna break. If he didn’t hold her tightly to himself.
She felt the pressure on it. As her body was pressed against his. What was he doing?
Helping her to sit on the bed. Taking the spot beside her.
"What do you want?" He asked and tailed her eyes down to his injured arm which had stopped bleeding. And he had got it treated.
"What do you wanna eat?"
Her eyes were still fixed on his arm.
"My arm?" He teased with a dry laugh.
Sitting beside her on the bed. She lower her gaze to the floor staring at her toes instead of the amuse grin on his face.
He could help but muffle a laugh at how shy she was, he haven't met someone like her.
She bite her lower lip and began picking her nails. And look over at his arm again.
Dixon eyes were on her the whole time. And he brood deeply. What could it be that she wants.
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