Torn Between Two Worlds

Part ♡ 04

There was a tense, panicky atmosphere. Dylan's eye area was crimson red. He was more pale than usual. He was also ice cold. Colder than his usual vampire temperature. The sweat trembled down both Dylan and Heather's face.

"Hold on." Heather said. Stella was supposed to meet them at the school's garden but she was taking her sweet time.

Dylan mumbled. Heather could not make out what he was saying. Soon, he began to shake slightly.

"The Tiki." Dylan faintly whispered.

"The what?" Heather bent down, closer to Dylan's face.

"Take me to The Tiki." He repeated. Heather couldn't help but open her mouth in shock.

"I can't. The tiki uses black magic. It's not a traditional witch." Heather was putting her hopes in her sister. Stella was first at a coffee shop. She needed Dylan to die, that way he'd stay away from Heather.

Dylan coughed violently. The venom from Heather's claws was at his left arm. Wherever the venom spread, there would be black veins that would slowly move to Dylan's heart.

"Fine, lets go." Heather helped Dylan get up. He put his arm over Heather's shoulder. They walked quickly but steadily.

The Tiki lived deep in the forest. Sadly, the Young People summer time school was nowhere near the forest.

Dylan was running out of time. Heather was getting tired, carrying Dylan's weight.

"Almost there." She said. Dylan chuckled and then coughed.

"Not even close." Dylan smiled at Heather. She didn't want to smile back because of the seriousness of the situation.

***
Damian was at his mansion, eating raw steak, still covered in blood. There was a persistent knock at his door.

"Did I not hire servants?" He called out. The only people in the room with him, was his two minions. A vampire and a werewolf.

They all looked at eachother. "Sir, we are the only ones here." The vampire said.

"Exactly. I didn't only get you to find the Owl. I also got you to be my servants." Damian calmly replied.

The werewolf hurried to the door and curiously opened it.
A tall, skinny and pale man pushed through, he looked very upset.

"Where is that Damian abomination?" The man hurriedly walked to wherever be thought Damian would be. Damian came put from the kitchen, wiping his mouth.

"Jerome, my favourite vampire." Damian smiled.

"Damian, the man I turned. I still regret not knowing you were actually a werewolf. What an idiot you became." Jerome replied bitterly.

"What you want?"

"You took a young boy from me. He goes by the name of Dylan Guard. I turned him, so he is mine." Jerome moved closer to Damian.

"I needed him."

"I need him more." Jerome was now standing very close to Damian. He was so tall, it made Damian look like an ant.

"What do you need him for? Oh, yes I forgot. You need him to find a blood relative because you don't believe that you are the last of your bloodline." As Damian was laughing, Jerome pushed him through the wall. Damian took a brick from the demolished wall and bashed it against Jerome's head again.

Jerome grabbed Damian's hand as he was about to hit the brick against his head. He broke his hand, and as the brick was fell, Jerome caught it.

"You idiot. Leave me." Damian cried. Jerome dropped his hand. Damian twisted his wrist and placed his bone in place, fixing his broken hand.

"Leave my vampires alone." Jerome repeated. As he walked away, he threw the brick against the wall, next to where Damian was standing.
***
"We're almost there. Just keep your eyes open." Heather said.

"You said that thirty minutes ago." Dylan was now being dragged on the floor. His legs didn't want to move.

"We're really here. That's not even a house, it looks like a century old tent." Heather said as they were standing in front of a large, brown tent, somewhere deep in the forest.

"How did you know where to find it?" Dylan asked.

"We took Stella here when I was younger. I never forgot because it was dodgy." Heather dragged Dylan further and walked through the tent.

"Who, are, you?" Said a voice. It sounded detached, female, old and slow.

"I need help. I'm a werewolf and this is a vampire and I scratched him." Heather explained.

"Quickly place him here." The woman had a mask on. It was painted as a island tiki. Heather placed Dylan on an animal skin-made bed.

The Tiki broke Dylan's t-shirt to see how far the venom had spread.

"It's almost reached his heart. Be still." She told Heather. The Tiki grabbed Heather's hand and pricked it with a needle.

"Ouch." Heather squealed.

"Stop whining." The woman said. She placed Heather's hand in Dylan's mouth, but he refused to drink from her blood.

"You must drink or you die."

"I'm not drinking Heather's blood." Dylan said softly.

"Dylan I shifted. I'm an actual werewolf now so I'll heal." Heather explained. But Dylan wasn't worried she wouldn't heal, he was worried he might kill her.

The Tiki forced Heather's hand in Dylan's mouth and pushed his chin up, causing him to bite in Heather's hand.

"It can only be the blood of the werewolf who scratched you." The woman said.

As Dylan was drinking, he just stopped and closed his eyes.

"Dylan, Dylan. Dylan wake up." Heather panicked.

"Leave him. He will awake soon." The woman left them and went to a corner.

Heather was worried about Dylan throughout the night. She was fidgeting with her hand, rubbing on her bite mark.

Dylan woke up with a gasp. He looked to his side and saw Heather.

"You're okay right?" Heather asked.

Dylan shook his head. He looked to the other side. The Tiki was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is she?" Dylan asked.

"She left. I didn't ask her where she went. She seemed moody." Heather replied.

Dylan got up and stared Heather in the eyes. Without hesitation he kissed her. She didn't know how to react and kissed him back. Gradually they let go of eachother.

"I'm going back to the school and I'm going to explain as to why we weren't in any classes." Heather said, turning her face the other way.

"What you gonna say?" Dylan asked. "I nearly killed him." He said, mimicking Heather's voice.

"Yes. I accidentally stabbed you with my fork at lunch and I took you to get the wound fixed." She said.

That night, while Heather and Dylan lay in their beds in their dorm rooms, they couldn't stop thinking about eachother. Dylan hated rules and the authority. He was willing to risk it all for Heather.

But Heather didn't want to break the rules. She didn't want unnecessary tension. Especially if the punishment for a werewolf/vampire relationship was death.