Torn Between Two Worlds

Heather's POV

Summer had ended and so did summer school. Dylan and I were completely and unconditionally in love. This wasn't just some high school sweetheart or puppy love, because I had the mark, a love bite.

It was the first week of Blackthorn High, the week when teachers give a quick recap of the previous work and what's to come.

I'm not sure, but I think Stella is on to my relationship with Dylan. In the hospital, when my leg was being x-rayed, Dylan came to check on me and Stella walked passed my room door, I think she saw us.

It would bring so many problems if she knew, especially since we're not on speaking terms. But I doubt that she would get me exiled or executed for loving a vampire.

I met up with Dylan under the bleaches, it was going to be our new meet-up spot and it was the only spot where we were unseen.

There he was, wearing an unbuttoned striped shirt, revealing his white top beneath. His hair in its usual messy, unbrushed state and his face, always with a radiant smile.

"It stinks here. The soil hasn't dried yet." I said when I noticed a terrible fertilizing smell.

"Dont think I can help. We don't breathe through our mouths, so I'm stuck with the smell." He looked at me, he found me amusing.

"Right, 'cause vampires are dead," I said. Dylan looked to the ground and nodded.

"So, my brother, Christopher can control himself around blood now. He's starting school tomorrow."

"Aww, how old is he?"

"He is sixteen, a year younger than us." Dylan's smile faded. It was clear, that he wasn't too fond of his younger brother.

"My father did research and turns out Damian was right, I'm a lycan. The last lycan. The Lycans apparently became extinct during a war with werewolves, since werewolves aren't really tame. He just doesn't understand why I'm a lycanthrope. Both my parents are werewolves." I said to break the awkwardness.

"Just become a vampire then. No confusion." Dylan suggested.

I had to keep my expression neutral. Dylan couldn't know that I had a choice to be a vampire and I chose to remain the way I was. He would be upset that I declined the only way we could be together forever without getting old.

I looked down at my hand, the pigmentation left from the bite.

"It's okay. You can think about it." He said. Dylan noticed that I was thinking too long.

"No, I'm more worried about the outcome, because I'm a lycan."

"See you soon?" Dylan asked, keeping my hands.

"See you." He bent to height and kissed my forehead. He forced himself away, to avoid smelling my blood and then walked away.

I walked home, most days. Other times, my father would fetch me at school.

As I was about to cross the road, I forgot to look left, then right and then left again. I knocked into a kid, driving a skateboard.

"Gosh, so sorry." He said, helping me up.

"No, I sorry. Are you okay? I swear I heard a crack." I asked, searching his body.

"Nope. I feel just fine." He got back on his skateboard and drove away. Weird kid. He looked at least fifteen or sixteen. Kinda cute.

It wasn't until he drove away that I noticed he was a vampire. He left a mark.

When I got home I noticed all the cars parked in front of our house. Another pack meeting and I was late, again.

I quietly entered the house and tiptoed upstairs to my room.

I quickly entered my room and closed the door. I turned on the lights and nearly died of fright when I saw Dylan coming out of the shadows.

"Are you okay? I could feel that you got hurt. Check your leg." He said quietly. He turned his face away while I rolled up my jeans to reveal blood. The cut was healing.

"I knocked into a kid on a skateboard."

Dylan nodded. We could both hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Then the door opened. It was my father. I looked beside me and Dylan was gone and the window was left open. I could feel the breeze of the evening.

"Sorry, the werewolves downstairs and myself, could feel a vampire. Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yes. Everything is alright."

He nodded and then left. I hurried over to the window and saw Dylan run away. Only there was also a problem...

Stella was standing by her car, watching Dylan run away from jumping out of my window. If she didn't know before, she definitely knows now. I hoped she was smart enough not to say anything.