Chapter 46 DRAWN TO YOU.

AFTER A WEEK AND TWO DAYS. WEDNESDAY
It was dim all around me. I was lying on a soft surface. My body was heavy, or I didn't have the strength to support my own weight. I groaned as I tried to sit up but that task was impossible. Great pain seemed to radiate out from my chest and spread throughout my body causing me to groan even louder.
"You shouldn't do that..." It was a female voice. I turned my head slowly and caught the stare of light brown eyes.
"Nicha? Are you dead also?" I asked.
"You're not dead, well, your kind are called living dead so you are dead but not really—point is, you are not dead."
"But that stake went through my heart..."
"Nope, just badly grazed it."
She was sitting beside me. We were alone in this hut.
"What you did there... When you saved our chief leader." She reached with the back of her hand placed it on forehead.
"Don't touch me," I said firmly. A small frown appeared on her forehead.
"Well that's too bad, because I'm the ones who applies the medicine to your open wound."
I was shirtless. And there was an open wound on my chest. This couldn't get any better. The dreams I had were real. And if that was so, then I might have just recovered my first past memory. Even if it was jumbled up and intertwined, at least now I knew that the woman that flashed through my mind was indeed my mother and her name was May Kaldar.
I also had a junior sister called Pam. Although I knew that that must have been a nick name. I was happy, elated but I tied not to show it. And, in a very obscured way, I was kind of thankful to the adjudicator who made it possible. I still hated her with all my passion but a small part of me was happy for the fact that I had recovered some of my memories.
As for the part about the boy that I killed to save Dawn. I guess he was right about what he said. But how I was able to see it from that angle was still a mystery to me and it made me wonder if he actually did have the mind's-eye and had made the illusion in my mind that he actually died. It could be possible.
I remembered the part from my reminiscence when I saw a black robed vampire. Who was that? Jhan was right beside him and he said a new Supreme would be born. Was that the great count Dracula?
A part from Jereum's memory when the dark skinned Supreme vampire said that he was given the power by the great count. At then I didn't fully understand it and thought about it to just be irrelevant but now it meant something else entirely.
The zeal to find my remaining family was taking me over and I knew that once this war was over—if I survive it—I'm finding my true blood.
I felt the warmth of her finger on my neck. I glared at her and she quickly took it away.
"I'm trying to help you!"
"By touchig me?" My voice was gruff and sounded badly wounded.
She seemed a little embarrassed.
"I was checking your pulse."
"Oh…" I breathed out. 'I'm sorry."
She glanced at me nervously.
"How long was I out?"
"A week and two days."
"Whah?!"
"You are lucky to be alive. The big dark one had to make sure you kept on repeating whatever dream you were in. It was making you heal faster."
And I remembered that the dream had replayed itself over and over again, countless times in my head.
"Where are my clan?"
"They'll soon be here. You were bleeding so much and the wound you sustained to your heart was becoming more and more fatal by the moment you needed urgent help. My people are the best when it comes to herb medicine which, in combination with your quick healing, kept you alive."
"But I'm fine now—"
"They told me you'll say that, and they also told me not to let you leave." She looked at me with pity. "Not like you can even move."
And she chuckled gloatingly. I glared at her again and she stopped immediately.
"My people are grateful for what you did. You're like a hero here."
"I just wanna go home," I said remembering Dawn. She must have broken into tears once they told her what happened to me.
Nicha looked at me with annoyance. A frown on her face.
"Well you're stuck here with me."
The girl seemed to have a problem with her anger. I remembered when she pounced on me earlier.
"What time is it?" I asked her. The light that shun into this place suggested that it was either early morning or late afternoon to evening.
"It's evening."
There were no windows in these guys. It made me wonder how they slept with all the bugs and mosquitoes that would bite them.
"How do you guys sleep with all these open windows?"
"We are immune to insect bites. Am snake bites. And scorpions. Basically any animal.with poison."
"It would still hurt."
"We may not have amazing healing like your kind but we do heal at a faster rate than humans."
"Like how fast?" I was still a bit curious to find our as much as I could about the Lupine humans.
"We can easily recover from non fatal wounds, unlike you who can recover whole limbs and even survive a slit throat. We can't, bleeding will still kill us. We cannot grow back our arms or legs and any fatal wound that is not properly taken care of will lead to our death," She said.
"Night was hurt, right after you were mutilated she got hit by an arrow to her side."
"Is she okay?" I asked.
"Yes, but she reverted back to her human form which has raised some heavy questions."
I hadn't ever seen Night in her human form. I only knew her as the large black wolf.
"What kind of questions?"
"Well... She also kept our from us so we are as shocked as you will be. But it turns out that Night is Tia's sister."
The words were like arrows fired into my brain. For a moment I was totally quiet then the confusion and shock affected my face and I looked at the ceiling of the hut with my mouth agape.
"Wha—How?" Was all I could say. Tia hadd told me that all her family were killed in a car accident. Could she have been lying or could have her sister been saved by a Lobo. This had also raised another alarming question in my head, how did one become a Lobo?
"Night was saved from a car crash, she was already part dead when they found her—"
"Who is they?" I asked.
"Some of our scouts. They were moving away from the mountains to another tribe. They camped in the forest beside a road and that night they heard the loud sound. They rushed to the crash and saw someone leaping down from the high up road—"
"High up?"
"It was a mountain road—and stop interrupting. They knew it was a vampire but then they found Night. She had bled to the point of unconsciousness and they decided to save her so one of them became Lobo and bit her. It took several weeks for her to recover but when she did, she was grateful for her life. Lobo or human."
"Lobos can impurify people by bite?"
"Yes, and it's not called impurification. It's called rebirth."
"Then why I'm I not a Lobo? Night did bite off my arm—"
"It doesn't work on vampires. Your kind is something unworldly, demonic. Not on this plane. The bite only works with pure blood and your has been impurified multiple times as you drink blood from others."
"Oh."
The news was still too much to take in. It was mind blowing. But now it clearfied and a few things, they way Night took an interest in Tia the night she bit off my arm, and why Tia had recognized her voice.
She glanced outside.
"It's time for your medicine." She said.
"How can you tell?" There were no clocks in this place and they also seemed to able to predict the weather.
"It's like how a cock knows when to crow in the morning.. They don't need a clock to tell it's just in them."
I didn't quite understand that but I wasn't ready to drag on the topic so I let it drop. She pulled a bowl from the corner and crossed her legs over my body. Sitting on me.
"Why?"
"Do you want to be healed or are going to keep on questioning me?"
I kept quiet. Watching her carefully for her next move. She picked up a cloth that was in the bowl, wringed it out and then lightly rubbed the cloth on the damaged part of my chest. She would put it into the liquid and then continue to apply the liquid onto the open wound.
She avoided my gaze. I looked at her carefully. This was a very awkward situation and I hoped it would end soon. But she kept on and the pain that came with it was becoming unbearable.
"Does it hurt?" She asked, pausing for a moment.
"Yes."
"Should I stop?"
Why she even ask that?
"No! Why would you?" I asked, a bit angry now.
"Sorry I—" She locked gazes with mine and for a moment she was just quiet.
"What?!"
She blinked once with a light gasp.
"It's nothing, I'm fine."
She continued and I watched her even more carefully this time.
"Is there something in my eyes?" I asked her, Tia once said my eyes went lavender when I used my see-through vision.
"No, no it's fine."
She was purposely avoiding my eyes and I wondered why. Was there a big scar on my face, the adjudicator did kick the side of my head. Hadn't the blistering healed by now?
She kept on in silence avoiding looking me in the eyes.
I've had enough. "Okay why are you avoiding my eyes?!"
"Whenever I look in your gaze there's something you do to me okay. Like I'm being drawn to you."
"What? How?"
"Just forget about it okay..."
She was beginning to scare me. I knew she had a problem with here temper but I wasn't expecting this.
After a few more minutes of painful awkwardness, I couldn't hold back the question.
I asked in a very low voice. "What do you mean by drawn to you?"
She sighed.
"Look, I don't know what's wrong with me okay. But whenever I look into your eyes I feel compelled to you. I don't know why but it's painful—"
"Painful?"
"Yes painful because I know I would never have you. It's painful to be drawn to someone you can't have forever."
"I know how that feels," I said lowly.
"I'm sorry." She apologized.
"For what?"
"I don't know, for telling you all this."
"You don't have to be."
The injury on my shoulder was almost healed up. Only about an inch deep wound left.
"How's your shoulder?"
"It's been better."
She brushed he thumb over the cut.
"You must have been in so much pain..."
"Not the first time." I said.
She locked her eyes with mine again and then I quickly closed mine.
"I'm sorry," I said, but then I felt her lips lock with mine and I felt the warmth of her breath. She kissed me slowly withdrawing her lips from mine at a snail's pace. My eyes were wide and my mind blank.
She got off me and walked out of the stone house without another word.