Blood Lust
Chapter Thirty-Eight

R had looked up at me, his face was covered in blood. His fist was holding up Dee by his shirt.

"What the hell is going on?" My hands on my hips.

Martin dropped a frying pan he had held up. I could always count on him for some comedic relief. Dee kicked himself free and sprang up, "Christi, you should sit. You've lost quite a bit of blood." He pointed.

I looked down at myself to see that he was right. Fresh blood had set in on my top. It was still sticky, so I couldn't have passed out not too long ago. "I will, but I want to know why you two are fighting." I finished walking down the steps.

R and Dee both rushed to the last step, their hands reached out for mine. "Take my hand." The both chimed. As if I were that helpless. I slapped both their hands away and took a seat at the counter of the kitchen.

"Why are you in our house?" I glared at R. My neck still throbbed from his bite.

"I brought you here." A new emotion arose in him. Anger flared through his nostrils.

"And you released your tie to her." Dee shot back.

"I had no choice!" R's anger rose past his nose and came out through his mouth as he roared back at Dee. "I am an Elder now. I had to attend to my duties first!" R lunged at Dee and they were back to how I found them before. They were clawing at each other's neck.

"Christi." Yun called from the top of the steps. He was carrying Leon in his arms.

"Stop. R...Reginald should meet his son." I got up slowly and took Leon from Yun.

Without a word, Dee detached himself and ran to the living area. He flipped over the recliner and positioned it facing everyone. He was a true gentlemen. I whispered a 'thank you' and sat down. Cradling my son, I kissed his forehead. I was ready for whatever came out of Reginald's mouth.

"This is your son. Your friends fought bravely to bring me and him here so that you and I could be reunited." I tried to speak as bravely as I could. I was shaking.

The room was silent, everyone had their eyes glued on Reginald. Ready to lunge if needed, or give a congratulatory pat on the back. Reginald walked slow. He looked unsure of himself. He didn't know what he, himself would even do. His hand reached out slowly.

His hand rested on the top of Leon's head and held it there for a minute. His eyes focused on something else. They were glazed over.

"He's mine?" Reginald's hand jerked back. "That doesn't make sense. How?" He questioned how we had a child together.

"The underground facility." My eyes fell as I realized that he didn't remember. How could he not remember?

His silence answered the question swirling around my head. "I felt him." I didn't respond.

Minutes passed as he stared down at our son. R stood still as a statue. When he had finally moved, I jumped in surprise. R bent down to kiss Leon on the head. "This is Leon." I whispered.

All of the pain and anguish had disappeared with that one small kis

We were complete.