In the Need (Great-Uncle Dracula Fanfic)

In the Need

Everything in the dream appeared in shades of blue as the world around him echoed with the sound of metal crunching and glass cracking. The smell of blood lingered in the air, almost as if frozen in the moment before fading into darkness. Wolfie's eyelids remained heavy, his face sticking to the inside of the library book while his arms stretched out across the cool tabletop.

His eyes flickered open, registering the fact someone dropped a stack of books onto the table nearby, his body tensing up slightly before he sat up straight, his eyes blinking.

Wolfie let his eyes focus in on the person in front of him while one hand ran through his hair, carefully contemplating why his best friend – Hector Spector – now glared at him before turning his head so he might look out the window. His eyes blinked, taking in the bright sunlight which shown through the window in a town where the sun rarely if ever shined even during the summer.

Nervously, he licked his lips, brushing aside the memory from the previous summer before letting out a groan.

"Look..."

"Hmmm."

"It's the summer, yet you've locked yourself inside hitting the books."

Wolfie turned his head so he looked at his friend. "I'm not hitting the books, per se. It's nice and cool inside of the library, so a good place to take a nap. You might as well say I'm hitting the hay." He leaned against his elbows, watching Hector carefully. "Need something? You came in here looking for me for a reason." The look on Hector's face – the way his pale features twisted slightly – his best friend definitely looked at him with disgust. "What? What's the matter?"

"You need to get your shit together."

Wolfie's eyes blinked, his mouth opening slightly in confusion. "Get my shit..." He let out a deep breath, the smile leaving his face. "Alright. What are you..."

"I should just tell Emily and Winnie."

"What..."

"I know about last summer. That you were involved with what happened to Wanda McWitch."

Wolfie felt his blood run cold, his eyes glued to Hectors. His fingers tightened on the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white while he looked at his best friend – or the person he thought his best friend. "Then again, you didn't tell him certain things, such as anything about what happened, so..." Wolfie swallowed. "How?"

"It doesn't matter."

"It..."

"You need to get your shit together," Hector said. He then said before leaving, "I'll be going now."

Wolfie stared at Hector, his mind feeling numb. "It does matter. It does matter as nobody knew. Nobody knew..."

...

"What does he even want?" Wolfie let out a deep sigh, looking up at the ceiling of his room, hoping he'd not drift off into one of his nightmares regarding what happened the previous summer. "I don't want to go to sleep."

Sleep, after all, meant dreaming, and some nights he definitely dreamed about what happened far more vividly than others. Given his stress levels from having Hector approach him – no, from finding out he knew about the previous summer let alone the fact Hector threatened to tell Winnie and Emily about what happened. Added, the look of obvious disgust didn't escape his mind.

"I really don't want to sleep."

"Do you need something to help you sleep?"

Wolfie flinched, hearing the voice of his older brother. His throat tightened, his eyes closing. "What do you mean?"