Half Vampire: Fights for love

Chapter 8

I walked home immediately after the incident without even attending the rest of the classes. I told my mom what happened and showed her my hand. She removed the plaster and I was already healed. 'You've started your healing process - that's a good thing.' She said.

I ran to my room and took a nice hot bath, and after hours of staying indoors, I decided to go see Chase at the cinema. I wore my black leader short skirt with my ankle boots, and then wore a white long sleeve round neck top. I used my room window as an exit and went through the woods.

When I finally got to the cinema, I saw cars outside and could hear some boys talking. I noticed Larry's voice and saw Chase walking in with his hand around Jada's shoulder. Are they back together? That's the first question that comes to mind. I couldn't go to him. Instead, I headed back home and climbed onto my bed to sleep.

Then I heard a knock on my door. I walked to open it and, to my surprise, it was Arden. I was shocked because Arden had never been to my door since the day we came to the human world. He wasn't at all friendly.

"Are you here to turn me into one of you?" I asked. I went back to my bed and laid down. My head was on my pillow, staring at the ceiling.

He laughed and I joined. "You are my kid sister... and I can't turn you into a bloodsucker." I let him walk into my room, and he turned and focused on me. "You snuck out?" he asked.

"No, I didn't." I tried not to make it obvious that I was lying.

"You know, I can smell you lying," Arden said as he came closer. "That human boy will hurt you. Mama told you not to trust them; you are not one of them. You are the chosen one and also a leader to thousands of lives, so don't try to pretend you are human because you are more powerful than that, Inez." He clarified.

"What exactly do you want, Arden?" I asked as I sat up.

'I came to remind you that time is ticking Inez and if you don't feed before the end of the month then you will be in critical condition and we won't be able to tame you or help you out of it.'

"I can survive and fight this, Arden. Mom and dad did."

"Inez, mama, and papa are different. They had their first feed at age 16, and they will forever be Dhampirs because they can control the blood lust. I turned to this because I was careless... I don't want that to happen to you."

Now he was caring. Arden being nice was weird to me. All my life, I was used to the vicious brother whose only mission in my life was to scare me and threaten to turn me into a full blood sucker.

"I will be fine, Arden. I will overcome this." I replied as he walked towards the door, then he turned to look at me.

"I hope you do, and don't forget to use that plaster for your hand on Monday. You don't want them to run from you and ask you how you don't have any scars after the incident." He said as he shut the door behind him when he walked out of my room.

I never want to have that conversation with him again. It was getting weirder.

I can survive if I don't feed. I know I can. I am the chosen one and I can control my powers. I don't need to feed to be able to save the world.

...

"Inez!" I heard my mom's voice calling from downstairs. I groaned to myself and rolled out of my comfortable bed. It was 8 a.m. on Saturday.

"Inez!" She called again.

"I'm up!" I yelled back. The kitchen door opened and closed. The sound of her preparing breakfast.

I headed to the bathroom and started the shower. The hot water loosened my strained muscles. I hurried and washed my hair and body.

I wrapped the towel around my wet body. My mother called my name again. I ignored her.

"Inez!"

'I'm coming down now. Please don't call my name again!" I yelled as I walked down the stairs.

My phone buzzed as I stretched a little. I checked who the message was from, and it illuminated Denise's name at the top of my screen. She asked if I would be attending a Chase match today at school.

I turned my phone off and dragged my lazy ass to the kitchen.

"Here," Mom said as she dropped a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me. "What are you doing today?" She asked.

I reminded her that I would be going to the Council Region to get more information on Wendigo.

"It's too risky to go there alone." She said as she dropped a cup of water in front of me.

"I'm the chosen one. I can't harm mom, so don't worry." I assured her.

She shook her head and sighed. 'The Wendigo is dangerous and it's still out there. The barrier isn't strong anymore and more creatures will find their way into this world and do anything to find you."

"I will be a fine mother. I will be home early, I promise. No snooping around."

It was my first time in the council lair. I walked into an immensely hectic, planned office. It's predominantly white. Like in the reception area, with ancient-styled black columns reaching up to the high ceiling.

There was a bubble of noise as people in white suits rushed around talking into headsets.

A man strode through them, looking once over his shoulder and raising his eyebrows at me. I recognised him. He was the head of the council that came to my house the other day.

I shook my head to myself and followed him along a walkway between the rows of computers.

As we walked forward, I noticed a number of monitors hanging on the walls. I focused my gaze back on the old man, who had now reached the door to a glass-walled office. He opened it and gestured that I should go inside.

"Take a seat, Miss Sivan," he said. His tone of voice was cold.

I glared at him and walked inside, sitting down in a black armchair facing the desk.

He closed the door and took a seat in front of me. He sighed heavily.

"I didn't really expect you to come here." He said, shaking his head.

"Ah..." I replied dryly, "I came here to know more about the wendigo, and yes, Arden told me that the barrel isn't strong anymore. I want to help."

He shook his head.

"You can't do anything for now. You have to stay safe or it will be over if they find you."

I looked at him angrily.

At least I have to do something. "You said I was the chosen one. Then I need to help them."

He stared at me. "If you really want to help, then..." He sighed again. "It's really difficult. With what I'm about to say."

"What is it?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I'd bet your parents haven't told you yet."

"About?" I asked. I had hoped he wouldn't insist I feed because he would be wasting his time if he told me that

He paused. I stared at him. nonplussed.

"You have to have a taste of blood before the end of this month. I know it's a hard thing to do, but you have no choice."

I rolled my eyes. Just what I was about to hear and he said just that.

"Is this some kind of joke?"

The old man shook his head slowly.

"If you don't, then you die. You, of all people, should know how painful it is when your fangs are hungry for blood. You have to feed it or it's going to kill you."

"I can't drink blood. I might not be able to control my blood lust." I said.

"We will be here to help you. The blood will make you stronger. If you really want to save the world, then you have to be strong." I looked at him for too long and then swallowed.