Torn Between Two Worlds

Heather's POV

I convinced myself that I felt fine. That the bite meant nothing. Maybe it was really a myth.

I looked at my hand every chance I got. Did Dylan know that be bit me? I'm sure he knew he must have tasted my blood.

I didn't think that the bite would kill me, surely I would have felt sick to my stomach. The bite hopefully would not change me. I couldn't imagine being a vampire. But the probability of it becoming a love bite is possible.

Dylan turned around and looked at me. His look was full of guilt and. Poor Dylan. I loved him too much to see him like this. I smiled at him to show him I was okay. But he disagreed and turned back to the front.

I looked back at my hand. The bite was already healing. The burning was over. Now it was just a scar that left something behind, my unknown fate.

As I told myself that I was okay, my head felt heavy and my vision was fuzzy. I felt light on my feet.

I was confused because the bite was healing and the burning sensation gradually disappeared. What was happening?

Jerome stopped walking. I didn't even notice, I was thinking of too many things. I walked into him. Clearly, he could sense I was weak.

Jerome caught me in his arms just before I fell. Dylan turned around and saw. Jerome shook his head and pointed his finger into Damian's direction.

This was an indication that Dylan should not alarm Damian about Heather.

"It's okay." He whispered directly in my ear.

"Heather, remember when I told you that I couldn't remember how I became a vampire?" Dylan called out. I was positive Damian must have rolled his eyes. He was leading us, walking right in front.

"Yes." I weakly called out.

"They get bitten, you die when the body fights the bite. When you change into a vampire then, um. Then uh, uh-"

"They become sick, terribly ill. Like a high fever. The sickness ends up killing you. Then you awake a vampire." Jerome continued for Dylan. I wondered why he couldn't remember.

"So you can't just bite any human you come across?" I asked. Jerome picked me up and caught up with Dylan and Damian.

"No, we can. In order to start the sickness or process, you must drink from the black lake and then get bitten." Jerome said.

Dylan frowned. He wanted to gasp but he kept it in. At that moment, I knew that he must have remembered the night he got turned.

There was a light shinning through the walls now. It scattered across a doorway.

Damian turned to his left, where the doorway had spread the light. I was sweaty and I started heating up.

But life wanted me to suffer more. Without anyone knowing, even Jerome was stunt that Damian moved to me with his inhuman speed. He knocked my head against the wall causing me to pass out.

Life as it seemed was cruel and filled with plots and loopholes. I was just caught in a bad loophole, between life and death.

My body couldn't decide whether I be a vampire, a werewolf or get a love bite.

While unconscious, I had a dream or I hope it was.

I was in the middle of a black-watered pool in a white dress, slowly getting soaked in a red liquid. Blood. I looked into the reflection of the waters, it was me, a werewolf. A lycan.

I knew in that moment, that it was my decision. I knew that I didn't want to be a vampire. Unfortunately, I was never sure if fate agreed with me.