Torn Between Two Worlds

Dylan's POV

I feel so miserable. I feel alone and incomplete.

Heather doesn't know about the things I'm doing. I worked for her pack leader, who is going to use her. There are so many things I did. Unforgiving things.

When I saw her the other day, my mood was uplifted. Sure I've only spoken with her for a week but that's it the point.

Two weeks went by and we haven't contacted each other. I kept my distance from her as Damian told me to. We were in the cafeteria, I stood two people away from her. This was my chance.

I moved in between the people. Surely I didn't care about their constant complaining.

"It's been exactly two weeks," I whispered to her as I put spaghetti on my tray. She looked at me. It's funny that whenever I say something, she looks at me in confusion.

"What?" She asked, taking a juice box.

"The first time we officially spoke was two weeks ago, on a Monday."

"Yes and then you ignored me one week later. So it's been officially one week since we haven't spoken." Heather quickly moved away and paid for her lunch.

I followed her. She was walking to the garden or what was supposed to be a garden. Most of the plants were dead or about to die. All the colour was drained out of them. This was depressing.

She sat on the grass and placed her tray on her lap.
I sat next to her.

"Dylan, can I help you?" Heather was annoyed. Again, I didn't care.

"Didn't you say that if you hate people, you call them by their full name?" I asked and added a smirk to the mix.

Heather wanted to smile but she kept it contained. Pity. I liked her smile.

"You crossed the enemy line by one centimetre. Congrats."

"I'm flattered. Wanna share  foods?" I lifted my tray so that she can see what's on it.

"We're not in the fourth grade. Besides, why did you buy the food if you don't eat?" Heather positioned herself to face me.

"I'm not in the mood to eat."

"Yes, but aren't you a vamp? I thought you guys don't eat." Heather finally smiled.

"We can't eat. Food just has  no taste." I answered. Surely, that's not true.

"Thought so." She got up. I followed her again.

"You thought wrong. I was joking." Heather pushed me slightly to the back.

"Well, I'm sorry I don't have a degree in Vampire Sciences."

"Neither do I. That vampire academy is not my thing. Heather's eyes opened. She stared at me in disbelief.

"Vampires can eat foods. We just don't like it. It doesn't fill our desire for blood." I answered.

I forgot how miserable I felt. She made me happy and that's how I knew she was the one. Even if it meant bending the rules a little bit.

Then I felt faint. I thought vampires were just super healthy humans. I moved to the back.

"Dylan, your shoulder." Heather pointed out.
"I accidentally scratched your shoulder." She continued as she caught me before I fell.  I swear it's supposed to be the other way around.

I was bleeding and I wasn't healing. That was concerning. Vampires heal very quickly.

"How did you even get it right?" I asked.

"I can't control my transformation. The slightest act of violence can cause me to shift." She explained.

"What do you push with? Your fingers? No people push with their palms." I said rudely. I felt excruciating pain everywhere.

"Well, I don't know. My nails are long. I'm gonna call, Stella. "

Heather typed on her phone. I know that I'm probably dying and all, but she had one of the coolest phones.

"Yeah, okay." She ended the call and looked and me. She sighed.

"A vampires blood is fatal to werewolves. The scratch of a werewolf is fatal to vampires. We have venom in our nails. If it spreads to your heart. You die." She explained.

I die. I don't want to die again. Heather was worried. The only thought I had was "If I die, I'm taking Heather with me." I hope I didn't say it out loud.

"What do you mean you're taking me with you?" Heather said. I didn't answer but I meant the way I said it. Even so, I didn't want to die without her.