Torn Between Two Worlds

Heather's POV

"Damian, huh? Why did you lie to me, Heather?" Dylan yelled. I didn't want to answer. I knew that I would regret whatever would come from my blunt werewolf mouth. Lycan mouth.

"Not everything is your business, Dylan. Yes, we have a love bite, a mark. No, it doesn't mean you're the diary I write in. I don't always want to tell you everything." I said.

He got me feeling angry. If I blurted out everything, its Dylan's fault. Well, its Damian's fault. But I couldn't calm down. I didn't want to shift either. 

"I can't help it.  I swear it's the mark."

"Then I wonder why I'm not so intrigued with your life. We both have the mark, what you do, I do. I need space. I don't want you hovering around me all the time. Maybe you need space too. So, leave me alone and you'll see that its good to have space!"

I was probably being harsh. I also hope I didn't use the word 'space' too much. Dylan was quiet. Maybe that's what his birth parents needed. I hope he didn't think that far. I was just being honest and it felt good to have that off my chest.

"You got cut." He mumbled. His face was sad, he couldn't even look me in the eye.

"I know, it healed," I said as I looked down at my leg and then my hands. When I looked up again, Dylan was gone.

I turned around and saw the three vampires. I forget all about them. They looked like I put them in an awkward position. Must've been a good scene for them.

"Sorry about that. Can you walk me home?" I said with a sweet smile. Who was I kidding? They could see a fake smile from a mile away. Plus, they're vampires.

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They helped me sneak through my window. One opened the window and I had to get on the other obes bak for him to jump me into my room with his vampire power thingy.

When I turned around to thank them, they were gone already.

So, what did I learn on this mini trip? A. I need to exercise more. My legs are in excruciating pain. B. I should probably learn to be less naive, observe more and think before I speak. C. Sometimes its good to lie.

Why is it good to lie? Because my cuts didn't heal. If I told Dylan that it didn't heal, he would have been around me a lot longer. I didn't need that. 

It was concerning too. I'm a werewolf. I stand corrected, I'm a lycanthrope. I have super healing abilities. It's one of the good traits of being a hairy barbarian. 

I rolled my sweatpants up. It was still bleeding and it was an extremely deep cut. By now, it was supposed to be dry, black blood on a not so moisturised leg.

I looked at my hands, there were sore, red scars left behind from the thorn cuts. Something was wrong. It also had the same burning sensation I got when Dylan bit me.

What to do, what to do? It felt like I was trapped like this was my punishment for lying to everyone.

My room door opened, it was Stella. Great, she's probably gonna ask wheres my phone and for dads equipment. But it looks like today was full of surprises.

"I think Damian's blood is helping me." She said.

I forgot about all my problems. Someone was gonna have to keep me back and keep my mouth closed. Before, I was feeling a little upset. Now I was angry, full-on Hulk mode.

"Did you forget that he kidnapped you and me. He used me, and his still using you. His blood is probably going to kill you because he doesn't even know what he's doing. If you're a half-blood, the stay one. You wouldn't want to be cursed like everyone else in this house."

I stopped and I thought a bit. I need to shut up. I might end up hurting Stella. "Maybe all I wanna do is be left alone."

I closed my eyes to calm down. The next thing I know, I'm being pushed against the wall and I'm being chocked.

When my eyes gradually opened, it was Stella. She had her hands around my throat, blocking the air. I'm supposed to be stronger than her, I wasn't even supposed to feel overpowered.

Stella had too much faith and hope in her kidnapper. She's too attached to a fake alpha. I grabbed her neck and pushed her away from me. I grabbed her hand and walked her out of my room, shutting the door in her face.

I threw myself on my bed and I decided to turn to a better solution, crying. I wanted to scream too, but my pillows were too far for me to reach, to scream into.

The door opened again. It was my mom and dad. They were going to annoy me. It's a Kathy and Josh thing to do. "Leave me alone please," I said as kind as I could.

I couldn't see through all my tears, but I heard the door close.  Then things got even more annoying when I heard someone calling my name softly outside my window.

I wiped my tears with my sleeve and walked to my window. It was little Christopher. As soon as I opened the window, he jumped inside.

"I just want to be alone for five minutes," I said.

"I know, I'm sorry. Dylan came home in a really bad mood, throwing every item he could find. So, I came here to check up on you." He whispered.

He was so sweet, my heart couldn't take it. "How kind of you. You also dont need to whisper, just talk softly." 

"I've never been in a house full of werewolves, so I'm gonna stick to whispering. I've never gone near werwolves so, Id like to live."

I sat down on the floor, against my bed. I hit my hand on the floor so that mini Dylan could sit next to me.

"You look like your brother," I said.

"I get that a lot." Christoper laughed.

Finally, things were going smoothly.  But it didn't last. I could feel him again. Dylan was here. I guess I should have abused the 'space' word. As if he didn't think that I could feel him near me. Dylan was really at his worst. Now, he was Dylan Guard again, the annoying, snarky vampire who wouldn't leave me alone at summer school.

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter because I have news. There are only three chapters left of the book. Luckily, there will most definitely be a sequel.
 Until next time
Geek Warrior