His Protector | DreamNotFound

Chapter 26

TW: blood, death, biting

As soon as he heard the ear-splitting scream, he shot up from his bed. It was clearly coming from a girl. Frantically he looked around for June, but she was nowhere to be seen. Worry and panic spilled over him as he rushed towards the door, not bothering to put on some socks and running at full speed through the hallways.

Please let her be okay.

Maybe the scream hadn't even belonged to her, maybe it was just Dream killing some random girl whose name he had never heard of. Even that was horrible to think of, the thought of it not being his girlfriend was relieving. His throat felt thick as he stormed down the stairs, the walls flew by him in the corners of his eyes, dim lighting preventing him from stumbling over his own feet. His trembling hand reached for the cold doorknob, twisting it without hesitating.

The world around him came to stop when he saw a dead body, fresh blood all over the floor. A rush of adrenaline pulsed through him when he ran to the other side to see who the body belonged to.

A loud cry escaped his mouth as he fell down his knees. Tears immediately rolled out of his eyes onto June's once perfect, now pale, face. Her eyes were still opened, motionless, and drained of life. Her expressions were dead, but still they showed her fear.

'NO!' More and more screams of pain and loss left his mouth uncontrollably, waves of guilt coming over him as a big knot tightened in his stomach.

This was all his fault. So many things had been his fault from the moment he entered this mansion. Just because they liked each other, she had decided to stay. Just because he couldn't leave. Because he had been taken by a vampire. Because he had been out that late. Because he had taken so long at the store, and had not just left the moment he gathered all the things he needed. That little space of time could have saved so many lives, but he did the wrong thing of his two options. Everything he had done to this point had been his fault, and now someone he cared for paid for it. It was not fair, of all people, he should be the one getting punished for his actions, not June.

He sobbed as his finger gently caressed her colorless cheek, salty tears falling onto her defined collarbone.

Another person had been standing there from the moment he got in the room. Two legs were right in front of him, motionless as a statue. An all too familiar golden sword was next to them on the ground, June's blood still dripping towards the lower points, pulled there by gravity.

This wasn't just a sword, it was Dream's sword.

With a fogged vision he glanced up, observing how a dirty blond man swallowed while looking at the two.

Anger raised in his stomach as he lifted himself on his feet using his numb hands. How could he have done it? Yes, he was a vampire, full of bloodlust and maybe severe anger issues, but he knew George cared for her like no one else. She had no one before she met him, she had finally truly been happy, and so had he.

Why did he have to ruin it?

Emotions troubled his thinking. He didn't know what he was doing until he had the vampire pushed against a kitchen counter, his hands firmly on the collar of his greenish sweater.

'WHY DID YOU DO THIS?' He screamed at him, the loudest he had ever screamed.

'I LOVED HER!' Dream wasn't looking at him, just at the dead girl on his kitchen floor.

'George,' he began, 'I didn't ki-'

'Don't you dare to deny it.' He spoke out each word more threateningly as he interrupted the taller male, staring straight into the eyes who were now looking back at him.