Torn Between Two Worlds

Heather's POV

My heart was beating like never before. It felt lighter and free, yet so full of love. Dylan and I were actually in love.

It felt like the only thing that existed in my world was hearts and butterflies.
Then I got a reality check and remembered that werewolves and vampires got executed for having any sort of relationship. But, was I really a werewolf?

I walked alone at night, two weeks after Dylan and I made our relationship official. I had to go for a walk to relief myself from the stress of school, although it wasn't an actual school.

I looked at the beautiful shining moon that was yellow tinted. The grey clouds wrapped itself around the moon. I smiled at the beauty of nature.

That's when I heard a sound. It sounded like someone stepped on a stick. I stuck my neck out and squinted my eyes a little to see in the dark.

"Damian?" I asked when a familiar, sly face appeared into the moonlight.

"Heather, thank goodness its you. Is Dylan with you?" He asked. His breath was heavy and he had worry in his eyes.

"No," I searched Damian's body for scratches to see if he was perhaps attacked. Nothing. "Is everything alright?"

Damian looked at me with a smile. He walked closer but I only moved away from him. He lost my trust with all his planning about using me.

"It's a good thing that we're alone. There's something I need to tell you about Dylan." Damian said. He rested his hand on my shoulder. I looked at him with disgust. He must have thought I was naive.

"I already know everything. He told me." I said.

"You do? So my plan is working?" He was excited with my answer.

"Yes?"

"That's good! So did you forgive him or what?" He asked.

"Sorry, I'm not following."

"I told Dylan to talk to you about how he would protect you and all. Then I told him to kiss you." Damian said.

I stood for a while, standing still. Damian looked crazy and mentally ill. Dylan told me everything. Problem was, how did Damian know about the kiss and that Dylan would protect me?

The only way he would know is if Dylan was ordered to do so or if Damian was watching us.

"Damian, how do you expect me to believe you?" I finally said.

"I know what you really are. Did you actually think that Dylan would magically fall for you. You have been in the same class for ages. Poor Heather." Damian answered.

He didn't need to say anything else. I was confused and I didn't know what to think anymore.

"What am I? Damian what am I?" I asked panicky.

"You're no werewolf Heather. You stand on your hind legs. You can change whenever and you have red eyes. It's obvious. You're a lycanthrope, Ms Langstorm."

"I don't trust you Damian." I said. I turned away, ready to go sleep and forget everything.

"Ask Dylan where he was two days ago." Damian said. When I turned around, Damian was gone.

I didn't want to hear this. He ruined my entire mental state. I was happy and in love.

The school lights were still on. I snuck inside and quickly, but quietly moved down the hallway. Then Dylan moved in front of me, blocking my passage.

"Dylan, hi." I said and I moved to the left but he moved with me and blocked me.

"Dylan, can I get through I'd like to get to bed." I whispered.

"Why were you with Damian?" Dylan asked. I stared at him with my eyebrows raised.

"How do you?"

"Were you with Damian?" He asked.

"Well yes but-" Dylan cut me off.

"I thought I could trust you. Jerome came to me in my room and told me why you so suddenly fell for me."

"What did he say?"

"That you were also part of Damian's plan. You were pretending to love me to get me to listen to Damian."

"That doesn't even make sense. Dylan why would I do that if I'm part of the plan. Otherwise I might as well just lead Damian to the Owl." I explained.

Dylan's expression calmed and he mouth dropped. "Why did Jerome tell me that?" He asked.

"I don't know Dylan. Maybe you should sum everything up. At least Damian's explanation made sense." I said.

"Yeah, what did you two chat about?"

"He told me that you only said those things and kissed me because he told you to do that. He said that you wouldn't just fall for me and he told me to ask you where you were two days ago."

Dylan smiled at me. It was beautiful and happy. I was amazed at how humorous he found my statement.

"Well, two days ago, it was Saturday and we can't see eachother on Saturday's,  so I went to this woman." He said.

I looked at Dylan with disbelief and left my mouth hanging open. "Excuse me?" I asked.

Dylan chuckled and reached to his back pocket. He took out a velvet ring box and opened it. It had the most beautiful ring I had ever seen.

"The woman was a vampire in my pod. She helped me pick out a ring for you." He said. Dylan Guard really knew how to be all charming.

I took the ring out and examined it's exotic beauty. It had a ruby placed in the middle and the circled ring shape was gold plated. If you looked closely on the gold there was a word.

"Marked?" I asked as I looked at Dylan.

"Because that's what happens when a vampire and a werewolf have physical and emotional contact, right?"

"Correct. We were marked emotionally. Damian marked me physically which caused my transformation. Ours came  naturally. We didn't need physical contact." I said.

"Kiss?" He asked. A light shone brightly in our faces. Dylan stood in front of me to cover my eyes.

"You guyses ain't allowed here this timma night. Whose you twos?" A man said as the light got nearer. It was a security guard. Dylan bent down and whispered in my ear, " Run, don't worry."

I looked at him, guilty. He nodded at me. Dylan walked in front if the man and closed his eyes. I ran as fast as I could.

As soon as I entered my room, I slid down against the door. I could hear Dylan and the security guy arguing in the hallway. Dylan got in trouble for me.

I was supposed to feel guilty for a longer time but he was a vampire, detention won't be a problem for him. Then I remembered that Damian mentioned that I was a lycan.

I focused on the muffled argument downstairs but I heard nothing. It was silent. Something wasn't right. I could no longer feel Dylan's presence. Instead I felt a different feeling. The mark of a hybrid.