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The flames flicker around us. A different energy has entered the space. I’ve never heard of any other full moon ceremony like this. Fallon continues to drink from the goblet. Blood runs down her chin and coats her exposed chest. Droplets of crimson drip off her feet, back down to the puddle of it on the floor.
As the goblet falls from Fallon’s hand and connects with the hard ground, it bounces a couple of times before rolling off. An ear aching high-pitched scream follows. My eyes beam over to Darla, what the fuck is happening? She responds by shaking her head; she’s also in a state of disbelief. And then, as quickly as it all began, it stops.
Fallon’s petite frame, covered in gorgeous black lace, falls to the floor. The flames go out and the room is completely silent.
“Merrick. What was that?” Harper’s trembling voice questions. I’m frozen, unable to move or respond.
“Fallon, baby girl.” My brother's voice is coming from the same direction as Fallon.
The noise of a match being lit catches my attention. Harper is relighting the lanterns.
Mark is kneeling next to Fallon’s body, one of her tiny hands in his. She isn’t moving.
“Darla!” I shout, my voice echoes in the room. Everyone looks up at me.
She moves from behind the slab where Joanie lays dead, over to Fallon and Mark. My eyes follow her. Harper waits, her face filled with fear.
So is mine.
Darla bends down and touches Fallon’s forehead, and I can’t read her face. Her hand moves to Fallon’s exposed chest, and she starts whispering. Her lips are moving, but I can’t make out what she’s saying. Mark is watching Darla as closely as I am. She nods her head a couple times. Like she’s communicating with someone or something. Then, looking over her shoulder, she looks at me. Locking eyes.
“She will be ok. She will be changed, but she will still be Fallon. She will wake up when she’s ready. Merrick, will you take her back to the house? Let her rest. She is tired.”
What the fuck is going on? Raking my hands through my hair, I try to understand what happened here tonight while absorbing what Darla’s just said.
“Merrick, please. Harper, once Fallon is gone, can you grab your father? We will need help with Joanie’s body. We can’t have her coming back in spirit form. There are precautions we must take. We will need your help too, Mark.”
My feet move before I realize it. Fallon’s body is limp when I pick her up, bridal style, in my arms.
Harper races over and pulls open the door as quickly as she can. Adrenaline must be coursing through her, because that’s a heavy fucking door that she struggled with before. Now it’s like she’s the fucking hulk.
The bright moon shines down as we step outside.
Ghosts and the elder families gather around. Gasps can be heard as they see who I’m carrying.
They part, clearing a path for me and as I speed past them with my stupid little girl, lifeless in my arms.
Fog still settles on the ground, not as thick as it was earlier, and I can see the light from the house in the distance. I pick up the pace when I see the gate to the backyard is still open. We can’t get back to the house and her room fast enough. My feet move rapidly, passing the Angel of Death, “You took one today already, you don’t get her too.” Greedy bitch.
Rushing up the steps of the porch, the wooden floor creaks beneath me as my booted feet rush across them. I open the back door swiftly.
Continuing with my same pace, I make our way through the house and to the entrance way where the grand staircase resides.
I want to take the stairs two at a time, but with my luck, I’ll eat shit and send Fallon flying. Then someone would pop up yelling karma or some shit.
Reaching the landing where the stairs separate the house into two wings, I look out the large window, but I’m unable to see anything past the hedges. Turning up to Fallon’s wing, she still has not stirred. Running down the long hallway, the door is open to her room. Not needing the light—I’m a fucking ghost—I reach her bed and place her down on it gently. I want to take her gown off, but I know Harper will kill me if I ruin it.
Popping quickly out of her room to mine, I grab the blanket off my bed and head back into her room. I drape the black duvet over her, to keep her warm and comfortable. Her head lies on her pillow with her long, dark hair framing her beautiful face. Seeing Joanie’s dried blood on her face gets my cock hard again. Fuck bro, not now.
My cock wants to slide between her lips. Normally, Fallon being asleep wouldn’t stop me, but I can’t like this. Darla would fucking destroy me if she caught me or found out. The full moon ceremony isn’t over until she wakes up, and I can’t fuck any of it up.
Getting into bed next to her, I sit against her headboard and watch her. Watch her and wait. Hoping she wakes up soon.
She has to wake up.
Chapter27
Fallon
