Found her

She was getting weak again, so weak that she felt it was death coming to her at the moment. Hours ago she was super strong and confident.. she glance down at the middle age woman she had dragged in here like an animal and devour her.
She cringe at the sight.

What's wrong with her? What could be happening?.
Slowly, she saw a figure running towards her...
Dixon parked the car, he had just gotten from Linda and hurried out of the car, a man came out as well, neatly dressed, he turned to Dixon.
"I think this is it, I saw her here, according to your description, it had to he her. But I didn't see her face, her hair was pretty long and it was covering her face.." he paused and looked at Dixon properly.
" She was looking weird and something I couldn't just put my finger on it..."
"Thank you so much Mr...."
"Dr. Green"
"Dr. Green, thank you"

"Am glad I could be of help"
He turned away from Dixon. But halt on his track.
"Be careful... its not gonna be easy"
Dixon blinked at him.

While he beamed at Dixon walking away......
He was raced around for a while but he couldn't see her, for an hour he was on the same spot. Where are you maeve?
I can't fail ms Teresa and myself. I made a promise and I had abide by it. Where the hell can I find you?
And then he saw a narrow path....
He was running into the woods, glancing there and there. How did you even get here, maeve...
He had spent the whole day looking for her and now, here he was in the woods.
He stood for a while and that was when he saw her, falling.
He sprinted towards her.

Then stopped when he was close enough.
She was nude with blood stains all over and that was when his eyes fell on the corpse..
And she was falling, he quickly held her and she fell on his arms.
“Maeve!”
He whispered, she turn her head to look at him, and touched his face with her stain hands and long curvy nails. Dixon felt shivers. Her black eyes and prodding veins he saw them all before her eyes went shut and the veins disappeared back into her body.
A strand of hair fell.

His jaw dropped. He was shaken to the skull. He wanted to lift her up but he fell back with her.
He then dropped her, and squat, helping her up and then pulled his shirt off, covering her with it.
Dixon was in her room, it had been a day and half since she’d passed out, he sat close to her. Then left the room like he forgot something, returning shortly with a bowl and a towel.
" Who are you? Those dark eyes.."

He shook his head, but he couldn't deny the fact that the he saw her eyes so dark before it changed to the blue glimmering eyes he was used to.
Detective Sean made mention of some hair falling after even incident. He stare down at his pocket and brought out the hair, he didn’t know why he took it with him.
Why was her hair falling off?
He sat down beside her on the bed and began cleaning her feet.
"What if she end up killing me, the way she killed the corpse earlier" he voiced out, then wring the towel.
"I don't even know who is living with me"
He dropped the towel and raked his fingers through his hair.
Then she stirred and her eyes fluttered open, taking the small but beautiful room she was, before her eyes landed on the person beside her, getting pissed at himself while cleaning her up..
She bite her lip as the memories of what she did flash through her..
"What's day is it?"

When he looked at her, sharply, she lower her gaze typical of her. She cringe at the glare he gave her. And gulped down nervously.
Without staring at him, she tried taking the towel from his hands.
"I can do it myself "
Not because she could do but she just want him to stop.
"How? Alien" he scoffed, his gaze not reducing a bit.
"What can you possibly do, you can’t do anything at all and you know that, you are strange and weird and.....and..."
"Something eerie, something you can't describe.."
She looked up at him now, not breaking the eye contact. First time she held his gaze. Her gaze was hard just as his, though she hasn't intended it to.
He went mute and just watched her.

"That's what you were gonna say right" she stood up from the bed, pushing him aside.
"Am the one who has every right to get mad not you!" He half yelled.
"That's why am letting you get mad while I take my leave"
"Why are you always running away?"
“Am trying here, doing everything I can, doing my best at it is.”
“Didn’t ask you to do all that. Did I?”
“Now what? You’re gonna run out and killed someone again. Do you even know what people are saying, do you even care to know the disaster, you’ve cost!”
“I’m a beast, I know!” She screamed, the glasses in the room broke, the window glass scattered into the room, Dixon didn’t see that coming, he got hit my the glass before he could hid, the glass piercing through his arm.
“You’re not just a beast!” He was angry.
She turned and stare at him, that instant there was a glint of fear in her eyes and when she looked away it was gone. She ran out of the room.
“You’re a demon!!”
He yelled, and screamed on the wall. Shouting his lungs out.
“I didn’t care anymore, I give up!”
He yelled in front of the wall. And punched it.
Fuck!