A Vampire's Touch

Chapter 27 ~•Love Murder and War•~

"You're my brother?" I ask Ash in confusion.

"Well, half brother. Drew's my dad and my mom was not your mom, it was someone else," Ash clarifies.

"Who's your mom?"

"Her name was Thalia, but she passed away two years ago."

"Oh, sorry to hear. I guess we have something in common," I mumble the last sentence.

"I guess we do, but it's not really a nice thing to have in common. Anyways, sorry to disturb you. I just heard that you are my half sister so I wanted to come introduce myself. Well hope to see you around, bye."

"Goodnight," I say back and Ash walks away. I watch his broad figure disappear into the darkness in the corridor. I close my door and lie down on my bed again.

My world is filled with so many discoveries. The worlds like "hey your dad died, oh wait! No that isn't your real dad, Drew is! And you don't have anymore brothers, oh wait! You do have a brother, I was kidding about everything!"

I don't even know what to believe in this world anymore. I wish vampires never existed or werewolves. I wish that I had a normal life. But then I would never have met Ethan, even though he's being a complete jerk right now.

All these thoughts and memories just keep swimming in my head, as the dark consumes me.

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I wake up to lots of shouting and loud footsteps. I bolt upright, listening with my hearing.

Yes, there is definitely shouting and I can hear the werewolves running. I rub my eyes from exhaustion. I didn't sleep well because I'm used to sleeping with Ethan.

I swing my legs off my bed and get up. Even though I'm in pyjama pants and a tank top, I open my door. I step out the room to only get almost toppled over by a wolf member.

"Sorry," murmurs the werewolf, before taking off again down the hall. I follow where he's going and I end up at the front door. My mouth is agape at what I'm looking at.

There on the floor is a bloodied and beaten werewolf. Her figure is bent in weird ways that no one can do. Her features are unrecognizable from all the cuts and blood. And in her stomach, hilt pointing to the ceiling is my sword. The sword that Sir William took from me.

Werewolves are all crowding around her, as Drew (being the Alpha) checks for her pulse. He lets his hand drop beside him, blood now covering it.

"She's dead," is all Drew says.

Whispers erupt in the room. Everyone looking at one another, some even crying from their lost one. Some werewolves sneak a peek at me, thinking that it could be me.

I feel a presence behind me, their breath going on my right shoulder. I turn around to see Ethan's blue eyes staring at me. I sigh harshly and walk away from him, going deeper into the crowd. Hurt crosses Ethan's face, he deserves it!

Drew stands up from the body, holding a paper he found on the dead girl. "I'm coming for you. And I'm gonna kill a member a day from your pack until you give me Grace Shield," he reads out loud.

Everyone's eyes stare at me, and I try to shrink back. I suddenly feel exposed with just my pjs and tank top. I see Ethan about to approach me, but because of my reaction before he stops short.

If glares could kill, I would be covered in holes.

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After that great reaction from everyone, Drew said to the pack to meet in the library in ten minutes. So I ran to my room, and slammed the door.