Chapter 4: Friend or Foe?

"Calla, are you okay? " Frantically, she pushes your hair back to examine your neck.

When no sign of puncture is seen, she holds your face in between her cold hands and sternly looks at you straight in the eyes before saying. 

"Be honest with me okay? What did Aziel do to you?" 

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Like a bomb finally exploding, the reality of your best friend's identity splashes down on you. From the top to the very last drop, without leaving anything behind, she told you anything.

Using your fingers, your drag them across your hair, untangling the knots, and remain quiet as you try to digest everything she's told you. 

"Calla." She says in an almsot helpless tone.

Your best friend, Hayeo- no. That's not it. 

That's not even her real name.

Yvon. 

Yvon is actually a vampire. A paled skin, cold-blooded entity, child of the night, blood sucking creature with rigid sharp fangs- your best friend, is a vampire.

This is too much. Even for you. 

Why do you suddenly have the urge to laugh?  And it's not the kind of laugh where you'd think something was funny or amusing though.

It's the kind of laugh that signals the distress of the mind. It's leaning towards the side of a psychotic one. 

"Wow." You can't help but whisper after hearing her side of the story. 

Indeed, this is all too much for you to take in. And it hasn't even been twenty four hours since you've got here. 

Aziel's Pov

Aziel Basileus is unable to confront that half wolf half vampire cousin of his. So he finds himself space walking just outside the golden entrance of her room debating with himself.

Should he barge in or should he not?

Stopping, he links his eyes towards the rigid carat stained texture of a door, fisting a hand and bringing it closer to the polished doorway.

Should he?

A low grunt seeps from the shallow depths of his chest as he inches his fingers down to the door knob instead, firmly grabbing hold.

The knob feels like crystal ice freezing the slender length of his fingertips as he begins to leisurely twist, anticipation radiating off his body like the sun radiating heat.

But then he stops.

A frightening memory of a younger version of him getting tackled down by a little girl two times smaller his body mass makes him draw far away from the door like he's had the worst electrocuting sensation of his life.

He finds himself breathing laboriously without any physical contact.

Yvon. The only woman, after the queen, who can scare him to his unreliable death.

It's terrifying enough that she's got a perception of his unwanted presence outside the forepart of her room.

She knows he's outside. 

Yvon, a vampire, with wolf blood spewing in her system and not to mention remnants of human blood combined, makes her the strongest female royal hybrid he's ever known but can as well be the most prone to even stronger creatures lingering at the outcast.

This is why Dyan came up with a plan to have her stay on earth; where she'll be safe.

But he's still curious.

Confused. These emotions almost shadow the fright he has for his beloved cousin.

Almost.

That new girl that was brought it. There's just something about that girl that's causing Aziel to be weary. And the disturbing part about it is that he has no idea why. 

Calla's Pov

It makes sense now. Sorta. But you're trying to help her out. Yvon gives you a heart-to-heart talk, assuring you in the end that even after knowing all these, you'll still remain friends.

Yvon is still Hayeon. She's the same girl you helped in the library. And Hayeon is still Yvon. Even if sharp fangs accentuate the edges of her lips.

They're the same person but with different names.

But why are you here?

"About that." Yvon clears the awkward tickle in her throat. "You see. My cousin does this thing once in a blue moon where he spends a huge amount of nauda to purchase an item to add to his collections. Last year he bought himself a dragon egg. But in this case...." She trails off and nibbles the skin of her bottom lip to find the perfect words for it."In this case.. what you humans do on earth, prostitutes and such-but it's not for the reason you're thinking."

What exactly are you supposed to be thinking?

Just a while ago you were auctioned in a dystopian land. Here.

Hearing Hayeo- Yvon's weak excuse of an explanation doesn't help but add more salt to the wound.

There's only one way things can go back to the way it's supposed to be.

"How do I return to....earth then?"

The moment these words flee your lips like a butterfly taking flight, Yvon feels guilt crippling the bed beneath to reach the pulsing tubes of her heart.

You didn't think it was possible, but Yvon's skin slowly beginning to convene an even much more paler texture.

Almost as if she's just seen a ghost. 

Is that even possible though? For a vampire to be scared of ghosts? That's probably a question for another day. 

"Don't hate me." She suddenly says, squinting her eyes. "Don't hate me please."

"Wh-"

"I made it up." Confesses the black haired girl. "I made it up. There are no accidents. The volcano. That idiot Aziel bringing you here. The bite. It was the only way to get you here without anyone outside the kingdom expecting. It had to look natural or they'll question his intentions." Suddenly her dark eyes flicker down to the curve between your neck and collar bone. "He bit you didn't he?"

The creaking door of Yvon's room draws both your attention towards it, revealing a blond man you think you've seen before.

He's clad in a grey sweatshirt that's a little bit too oversized for him, scrunched between the left of his hand is a bright red beanie while a phone occupies the right of his hand.

They have phones here too. 

Initially, you'd assume he's also from the earth if he didn't have a sword vined around the length of his pants that rested just beside the side of his waist.

"Calla." Yvon murmurs like a crying puppy. "You remember Dyan right?"

The name rings a bell. 

It was a Saturday evening and Hayeon wanted to introduce you to someone.

"Dyan this is Calla."  She introduces. "The girl I keep telling you about."

Yes.

You remember.

He's that boy you met last year. Another person follows Dyan in, delivering an eerie slither down your spine. Even if the window's open, the room suddenly feels suffocating. 

Suddenly there's a sensation in your wrist like someone's swiped a blade across the surface of your skin.

It turns out that someone indeed gave you a cut while you were glaring at the newcomer. 

However, you don't feel pain. Even if it's supposed to be one. 

Dyan grips your hand in place, penetrating through layers of your wrist with a knife. 

You don't know how he got here.

After doing what he did, he can't stop but stare.

There's now a deep cut incised on your skin, by him, and it's bleeding like crazy. A normal human being would have already started panicking after seeing such an amount of blood oozing out. But since things had happened too fast, you're still processing the situation. 

One second, your wrist's bleeding, and the next, it doesn't. It's like magic.

Amongst the four of you, Yvon appears to be the most overwhelmed. 

The portion where the fresh cut is supposed to be isn't there anymore. 

You force your hand free and rub the portion of the skin. It's taking a lot within you to not get up and tackle Dyan. What's keeping you rooted in the fact that you're not on earth and that the people surrounding you aren't normal.

"Interesting," Dyan murmurs under his breath. The blade emits a synth sound when he slides it's back to his side.

So what if your wounds heal quicker than average? You're still human. Even if a part of you isn't. 

Aziel. It's because of him. 

Damn it. 

You're like this because his ancestors were a bunch of fools to...to believe. You doubt he's even aware of it. 

Each vein pulsating blood in your living body reacts to his presence and it's boiling with annoyance. 

And yet, he stands there, the edge of his lips scornfully lifting in mirth.