Torn Between Two Worlds

Heather's POV

My floor was cold but it was comfortable. Whenever I'm angry or just upset, I sometimes find comfort sitting on the floor.

The door opened and I felt even more better when I saw Mom walk in with a tray of cookies.

"Hey thanks-" Before I could even blink, I saw the tray on the floor and my mother was laying beside it.

I rushed to her and called Dad. "Damn thing." He mumbled. He said even more words but they all sounded gibberish.

He held Mom and kissed her on the head. "Dad, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Stay there. Stay where you are." He replied.

I felt my blood boiling. "What's wrong?" I asked again. Everyone is always keeping secrets from me.

"Heather, I mean it. Stay where you are."

I got up from the floor to walk closer. Dad got up and kept me away from my own mother. I felt pressured, heavy in a way. The windows in my room exploded. Dad stood behind me, to cover my body from the glass.

"Is there a witch here? Somethings wrong and you're not telling me." I said. I looked down at my hands and saw the red marks. I was keeping secrets too but it was necessary.

"Two hundred years ago, your mother and I made a stupid deal." He finally said.

I was going to ask what deal until I realized that he said two hundred years ago. Maybe Dad was exaggerating? Werewolves heal easily but they still age. My parents looked like they were in their early forties.

"Figuratively, right?" I asked.

"No." He said, sadly. Dad couldn't even look me in the eyes.

"Heather Langstorm!" Stella called. She was in her room the entire time. I had forgotten about her.

"Mom will be alright, right?" I asked. Dad only nodded. I hopped over her and walked to Stella's room.

Stella's room was dark. She was sitting in a corner. "Don't tell a single soul." She said.

"Can I put the lights on? I can't see you."

"Mom and Daddy couldn't have kids. They ended up having two and somehow they're the worlds first truly immortal werewolves." Stella whispered. "Stop bugging dad on it."

"How could you hear? How do you know about them?" I asked.

"They speak about it a lot. I just happened to be around. As for the hearing thing, you guys spoke loud. Is mom okay?"

I looked in the passage. I didn't know if she was okay. As her daughter, I was terrified.

I heard slight laughter from my room. "Moms awake." I said. I walked to my room and saw her getting up from the floor. "You got her awake." I was smiling and I tried my best not to cry. My throat got all tangled.

"Go to bed. It's late." Dad said in a stern voice. He took the happy atmosphere away.

It's been hours and I still couldn't sleep. I heard rustling from the cardboard Dad used to cover the openings where my windows were supposed to be.

I got up to check on it. The rustling wasn't there before. It must have been the wind that was blowing branches against the cardboard.

I walked to the cardboard and took a piece away. I felt a gush of spray hitting my face. "Wolfsbane." I said. I fell to the front and that was it.

I opened my eyes, hoping that I'd be in my bed, but I was sitting up straight. My wrists were tight. It didn't even smell like my room.

I looked around me. I was surrounded by wooden walls. The room I was in, was massive. I was tight to a chair.

"You're very beautiful." A woman said. She walked closer to me. She had long red hair and her skin was clear. She must have sprayed wolfsbane in my face to make me faint and then she kidnapped me.

My parent must have heard me falling two stories down, who wouldn't hear.

"I know why Stella is a half blood. See, Joshua and Katherine couldn't have children. They came to me. Blood magic was used by a demon. Stella was born. Shocker." She said sarcastically.

"Stop it. I don't wanna hear it from you." I said.

"Stella was born with a prophecy except for the fact that it you were born five years later. Taking the prophecy from Stella. The prophecy was that the last born would have power of no other. That was meant to be Stella. But by miracle you were born, hence Stella is a nothing because of you." She said.

It only made sense. But who am I to listen to a stranger, who kidnapped me. "My names Hazel. I'm gonna use your blood and see what happens. Like an experiment."

She, Hazel walked closer to me with a needle. I have one fear and that is needles. I could feel my nails growing and my feet changing.I was transforming.

Before my eyes went red, I saw the door opening and a man walked in. He was dressed in old attire. My head was full of images and all I could feel was guilt. Everything I have ever done brought me here. I missed Dylan and all I wanted to do was to see him smile again.