The Big Bad Beast (bxb)

Chapter Seventeen: I Tried.

Red P.O.V

I felt trapped in the large teenage male's embrace. It wasn't like I couldn't move, I just that couldn't move very much. It made me uncomfortable in a way, being trapped like this. It was something anyone would feel trapped in, too. His arms seemed to be as thick as large logs, whether this was due from him being a quarterback football player or the fact that he is a werewolf I may never know. Honestly, it seems like both. It was that moment I realized how much I hated Welfen for being a football player, how was a twig like me supposed to get out of his embrace when he is as strong as he currently is?

I tried to move around and the moment I attempted to move my head, a sharp pain echoed from my neck, reminding me instantly of the bite mark. A small whimper escaped me. I should have remembered the reason that I was even in this room and not safe in my room. Because Welfen's wolf attacked me. There was a large bandage patch around my neck and it was both itchy and irritating to my skin. The whole overall situation was irritating. I don't want to be here. I want to be safe in my bed, at home.

Dang me moving freaking hurt.

Welfen seemed to panic upon hearing me whimper because he pulled back instantly, allowing me more movement, and I carefully lifted one of my shaking arms to my throat and barely touching the bandage. It hurt. It hurt just to touch it. That's when you truly know how bad the injury is. I'm probably going to have a panic attack when I see the scar it creates, that is if I ever manage to get the bandages off. Stupid bite, stupid, stupid, stupid. I should have known that touching it was going to hurt, I mean, Welfen, more like Welfen's wolf, freaking bit me. Rafe, that was the wolf's name. In a way, I didn't necessarily blame the wolf but in the end, the wolf had bitten me. I couldn't actually remember much after the bite. I don't think I want to either.

I scooted away from Welfen, and by simply looking him in the eyes, I could tell the motion had hurt his feelings. Why though? I don't know why everything I did to push him away seemed to hurt him. Maybe it's a werewolf thing. But that didn't really explain it either did it? I don't know much about the supernatural world, there wasn't much that I could know. My vampire foster siblings didn't explain much about them and I think it is because they don't know much either. It makes me wonder if the two sat down if they could resolve the entire issue simply by talking it out. I don't know if they could do that either, based on how defensive they both are. Simply being in a room together had the both of them tense, looking ready to rip each other heads off. An issue that started way before I was alive and an issue that will most likely continue to go on long after I am gone. I'm not going to be a warrior and save the world from a werewolf-vampire feud. I'm not playing a big role in the feud anyway.

Hear me out, okay? I am 'related' to vampires but I'm not one. I'm not immortal if they are. I'm not a werewolf, shifters. I'm a human with a silly curse on my shoulders. Someone like me would get seriously hurt if I attempted to step into their silly feud. I won't magically heal like both of them do. I can't travel at fast speeds, without a car or plane that is. I'm worthless in a way. The only thing I can do is turn myself, objects, and others invisible. A good lot that will do when I'm put under stress. I don't work well under stress, my powers don't function well under stress. If a fight ever did break out and I decided to stick myself in it, I would only let those I love and want to protect down. I'd fail them.

"I'm . . . sorry," Welfen said quietly, his eyes darting between the bandages and the bed sheet, one of his hands fiddling the sheet as if it was the most entertaining thing he could find to distract himself. I personally didn't find much about the sheet interesting, it was a plain white sheet, the kind that almost every medical place, the kind that hospital's kept overstocked. The boring kind that nobody wanted. I personally wish the sheets were a more cheerful color, anything other than white.