His Protector | DreamNotFound

Chapter 32

TW: blood, biting

Dream stormed inside the house with the cold boy safely in his arms. His wrists were already showing signs of the venom, even though he had just bitten him. Twice, even. His blood hadn’t helped to heal the two bite marks on his neck, and that added up to his worry. He felt broken, completely destroyed with whatever fate had against him. He had made a vow to himself to shut off every emotion when Sapnap turned him, it would only cause him pain in the end. And now, centuries later, his love for a human had doomed the both of them. How could he have been so stupid? Why hadn’t he carved his heart out the moment he laid an eye on the face he knew he would never forget? For a while, he had truly believed it could all work out, that he didn’t need to shut his feelings off, but he had proved himself so terribly wrong. 

Now, there was a trembling boy curled up against his chest, meeting certain death. The only question was; how would he die? He could lose him physically or mentally, and both options would leave him with a broken heart. If he turned him, the chance George would even look at him lay below zero. He would probably run off and spend eternity with someone else, and that wasn’t a thought Dream could live off. But if he didn’t do it, the blond would only get to see his face in a coffin; closed eyes, pale face, with no joy or any other emotion. He wouldn’t be able to endure the guilt of leaving him to his fate just because of his selfishness, and he already blamed himself for considering this option more than the first one.
 
When he turned around, four faces stared at him, all with the same look: pity. He had no idea why, but once they glanced down at George, Karl sprung up from the couch. 

‘Is he okay?! What have you done?’ Dream’s mouth fell open.

‘I’m so sorry– I-’ He didn’t know how to tell Karl his friend would be dead within less than an hour. Everything that had ever happened to the brunet had been his fault, and now he couldn’t do anything else than resting his thankfully still breathing body on the couch. 

‘Oh no,’ were the only words that left Sapnap’s mouth. He was the first one to realize the shortage of time they had.

‘Dream-’ his friend began, ‘you have to turn him. Why are you here? Why are you not at the cemetery?’ The blond let his head hang and didn’t move a muscle. He didn’t know what to do. His friend’s mouth fell open.

‘After all of the things you’ve been through, please, make the right decision for once.’ That was all Dream wanted; to make the right choice. But how could he decide when both of his choices weren’t the right ones? 

‘Are you actually not going to do anything?’ The voice of his friend was too loud, it banged through his head. He couldn’t look at any of them anymore, all their faces would judge him, hate him, even. He buried his head in his hands and waited for whatever speech of insult would come next, but instead there was something else.

‘Okay,’ his friend decided, ‘then I’ll do it. I’ll turn him.’ The weight of George’s body got lifted from his legs as Sapnap moved him to the door without effort. His hands lingered on the spot his head had been, craving to stop his friend from taking him away, but too weak to let it happen. Everyone but one followed him outside, headed for the place a new nightmare would start for him. He didn’t know if he should stop him or let him go, but would it make that much of a difference? Everything that was about to come would screw him up anyway, why not choose the thing that will hurt him most? Isn’t George’s eternal hate what he deserved for doing to him in the end?

‘Why are you still here, Tubbo?’ The words sounded more irritated than he had meant, but they didn’t appear to affect the boy. Without a word spoken, he sat down next to the blond. The brunet stuck out his hand, earning a confused glance from Dream.