Her thoughts ran into action. The thought of checking Donna's bedroom came strong within her. But soon let it fizzle out when her eyes caught Duke still standing unconsciously for the rituals to be completed.
She withdrew reluctantly and walked up to Duke. But then her mind was still disturbed over the sound she heard a few seconds ago. It can't possibly be Alex. He has traveled to Nigeria on a business trip, but the sound.
The more her heart pounds against her aging chest the more she cannot help her already diverted attention but instead, stood in front of Duke to complete the last phase of the ritual.
Panic ran through Donna for minutes. She knew she was not supposed to see this. The more her heartbeats pound on her chest. The more her nerves felt pains crawling through. She leaned against the closed door in her bedroom for seconds only wishing Pamela never followed after her.
The more her mind worked. The more her urge grew to drink water came. But her taste suddenly departed when the scenes of what she saw seconds ago started unfolding before her opened eyes.
Moments later, she dragged herself up from the floor and the next thought that came to her mind was to leave the house before Pamela finishes with Duke.
As she walked closer to her bed head, the words of Pamela came strong within her again.
"You must begin with Bruno and his family. They are eager to taste my experiment, spare no one—"
Her eyes opened wide in shock. Her lips shivered and her hands trembled on her hips. She knew it was time to leave.
She hurried and put some of her belongings in her bag and a few minutes later sneaked out through the back door into the moonless night. That she knew will soon not only be moonless but bloody when the creation of Pamela was ready—ready to unleash Pamela's plans, her wrath—everything and no holding back.
"No you don't have to hang up on me—look, what you saw wasn't what you are thinking—I can explain if only you could come home and let's—" Alex looked at the phone receiver for minutes. He knew Donna just hung up on him and that was enough sign she was angry and she knows something.
"Who was that?" Pamela asked with her leg crossed over the other and a glass of whisky in her right hand.
Alex stared at her for seconds wondering whether to say or not. "It was Donna. She is not ready to come home. Mum, did she come home why I was away to Nigeria?"
Pamela suddenly became calm but at the same time looked disturbed for the first time Alex started talking. "I am not sure. I didn't see her around—was she not supposed to be far away in Florida for a course? And now you think she disappears and reappears just like that—she never came here, son."
Alex gave Pamela a worried look and most time thinks amnesia is catching up with her but she wouldn't agree. He knew the way Donna sounded on phone a while ago means she saw something.
But what exactly did she see?
As thoughts flooded his already busy mind is eyes fell on Pamela who was still sipping from her glass of whisky. "Did she come home while I was away? I was just thinking—"
"You don't have to think anything." Pamela's aging voice interrupted. "She never came here. I guess her ghost did only if you want me to say what I didn't see." She placed a smile on her lips and that got Alex upset.
"What are you talking about? The question is did she come home?" Alex flared. "She called me and from the way she spoke or sounded. It seems she came home and perhaps saw all you did."
Pamela uncrossed her legs and sat up now, looking terrified. "Impossible! When did Donna suddenly become a ghost? I didn't see anything or anyone come into the house since her departure. You must be kidding me." She dropped her glass of whisky on the stool beside her as she struggled to reflect on what happened that night.
"I suspected the day I prepared Duke. There was noise but I checked on Donna afterward, she wasn't anywhere. She never came here—"
"Did I hear you say when you were preparing what, who?" Alex broke in with eyes fixed firmly on Pamela. "You were not supposed to do that. I thought we talked about this before. I know now she saw everything and you never saw her because she was smarter and you were fooled."
Pamela stood up gradually to her feet with the aid of her walking stick and started walking aimlessly around the sitting room. "I am no fool son and you know it. She is the fool. Now listen, if she came here and didn't show her face, then she is the fool—don't you ever say a thing like that to your mother. I warned you never to marry Donna but her beauty deceived you and you wouldn't listen. You would have picked a nice girl from Europe, Africa, or perhaps Nigeria and now—"
"Now what mother?" Alex's words stopped her. "You are a pain in my neck and I wonder why you never felt that way about me? You are always self-centered and I don't like that attitude. Donna was here she saw all that you did to Duke and said to him. She called me a wizard, and that means she saw everything. Everything mother! And you said you never saw her or knew she was around. Now tell me, why you should prepare Duke against my wish—"
"You got no wish son. Duke was ready for the preparation already and I have to do what the oracle tells me and you don't have to stop it—" Pamela lowered herself to her seat, her weight so heavy now for her stick to carry.
"You want Donna and me to break up because of you. Is that it, mother? You hate me and I know you do and that's the reason I don't want you near me—you want to shatter my relationship with Duke and Donna and you know what? You are simply a parasite—"
"You call me a parasite? Son, don't you ever talk to me like that—" Pamela cut in angrily with eyes wide opened, "To hell with Donna. I would have killed that bitch the first day she walked into your life but I didn't. So who then is the parasite? A man who let beauty deceive him or a woman who did not kill the woman her son thinks she's beautiful? You are simply unbelievable son. Don't you ever point your fingers at me because I did nothing? Whatever you are witnessing now is destiny and nothing more. Duke is destined to destroy—"
"That's not his destiny," Alex's temper shot up "My son is not what you think or what the oracle says. I can help Duke fulfill a good life—"
"Not in this life. Duke already have an assignment to accomplish before his birth and has just been programmed in the coming few days to destroy my first target in Lisbon—"
"Lisbon?" Alex whispered in shock.
He knew the worse has just begun.
Who can stop Duke—Duke Rexon now?
What he dreads was about to happen and Pamela is the catalyst.