It’s Dixon

Roy ran into the house. Shutting the door immediately he entered. He was panting, he had been so scared a while ago, so scared, he didn’t expect to see her like that. And everything now had been in vain. Just like that. Now, this happened. She must be dead now, she must have killed her, Anika was probably dead. There are no two ways about it because of the looks she has on her face. There’s no way anyone survives that.
He raced to the bedroom and slumped on the bed. With his hands on his chest. What a narrow escape, it was still late in the night, dark and awfully quiet. Beryl stole a glance at him. And looked away, she didn’t say anything. She pretended that she was still chained to the bed. Still, glued to where he left her, she shut her eyes pretending not to notice him or do anything or say anything to him. The bastard, this was his night. She remained on spot Waiting for him to come to her.
"Hey babe"
He breathed out.

"Fuck the eclipse, it ruins everything. We couldn’t get her, she’s a true monster, a deadly one at that. I’m sure Anika is dead by now. She would probably be done with the work now. Killing her. I couldn’t stay because I don’t want to, it’s because she pleaded with me to leave, else I won’t have left. I would have stayed and fought with her. You trust me don’t you.”
Beryl didn't say a word. While he rasped, she let him keep on talking without saying anything. He moved closer to her on the bed and lift her chin. He caress her face and breathed in her neck.
“We need to go far away from here, let’s run away, go somewhere far, and start all over again. Right babe. You’re gonna like it. We could go to Paris tomorrow. Very early in the morning, I’ll book a flight. Let’s leave here okay.”
“Why? I thought you said you could fight, you wanted revenge so badly didn’t you?”
“Yes, but..”

“But what? You can’t do it anymore, you can’t fight her anymore, you gave up already.”
“Look babe I’m not giving up, I’m just gonna take you somewhere safe, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“So this is all about me right.”
“Yes. Now you’re getting me, it’s all for you, babe.”
He was then trying to kiss her.
She stabbed him. On his chest.
Instantly.
Without blinking an eye.
She pulled the knife away and stabbed his left eye.
"Die you bastard"
She pulled it out and stabbed his chest again.
"Aargh!"

He held her hands, his mouth wide up. As he was trying to say a word.
"Die!” She yelled. Crying as those words left her mouth.
She twisted the knife in his chest.
His eyes turned red, he was fighting for words but nothing seem to be out of his mouth. she pulled it out, he fell on top of her, staining her shirt with his blood. She wanted to stab him again. The bastard who chained her to the bed so she won’t escape, beats her, molest her, she was his toy, the bastard had hurt her so much!
She pushed him off him. Standing up from the bed, it’s all over now. The terror in her life was over and he’s never gonna come back to torture her again.
She gonna turn herself in.
She sniffed again and walked out of the room.
Wiping her tears off.
It's all over.

She walked to the telephone and put a call through the police station.
“Hello, this is Beryl, I killed someone. I want you to come down here and get me I live at...”
Though it was absurd, she liked it that way, and now she was gonna sit and wait for them to come to get her.
“Stop it’s here.”
Dixon came down from the cab and ran off to the bungalow. The gate was open, he got in, and continue running to the basement, that’s where they had to be. He heard screams, then cries. He stopped running, maybe running in won’t be any good. So he would walk instead. He had to steady his steps.
He walked as slowly as he could as he walked down the stairs leading to the basement.
He saw her from the stair he was standing, she was crouching over a body, the person he was seeing was different from the ones Maeve he knew.
She was big and terrifying, her skin was dark with her prodding vein not to talk of her dark eyes, those eyes had been there before so it didn’t frighten him.
Taking the last step down. With his gaze still on hers.

“Maeve,” he whispered. She hadn’t noticed his presence, neither had she seen him.
“Alien.” He called again, this time quite louder. She looked up from the body.
Her eyes watched his, and he held the eye contact. For a moment non say a word.
This wasn’t Maeve. She was gone, he could feel it, he could see it. The way she gaze at him, not like someone she knew but a prey, But it was left for him to bring her back. He doesn’t know how he was gonna do it, but he had to do something, coming here. He had no plan at all, he had no idea what to do or what to say. And now he was here. And he remembered the promise that no matter what, he would stick to her.
“Alien, it’s me, Dixon.”
She moved away from the body, her body was covered in blood when she stood up, whoever was beneath her was dead, he quickly pulled his shirt off and covered her with it. But instead, she grabbed him by the throat and lift him to his feet.
“Alien. it’s me.” He choked on his words. His eyes were getting teary.
“Who are you?”
“It’s Dixon.”