Atticus sighed heavily as he fell into his chair, his mind still dwelling on the events of that night. He felt a mixture of frustration and anger.
"How come she doesn't remember?" he asked, voicing his thoughts out loud.
Thomas, who had been standing nearby, sarcastically replied "Because she fell, genius."
Atticus hissed and shot him a murderous glare. "Yeah, thanks for stating the obvious genius and just so you know, I know that dummy but the fact she doesn't remember means only one thing, my death". Atticus shook his head, his frustration building up, his voice laced aggravation.
Thomas, standing nearby reading a book, nonchalantly replied, "Well, dying isn't that bad."
Annoyed, Atticus shot him a sharp glare. "You want to die or something?"
"No!... Of course not!" Thomas retorted, swallowing hard.
Atticus sighed. "If I don't find a way to get her to come to me, I will be lost forever ". Atticus frowned,
"Well...how do you know that your immunity is inside her, you could have lost it anywhere". Thomas asked, raising a brow.
"It's not lost , it's in her". Atticus proclaimed. His mind flashing back to that night
Flashback
Atticus' eyes flickered open, and he slowly regained consciousness. He glanced around his surroundings and cleaned the dirt off his face. As his vision cleared, he sat up and looked around, eventually realizing they were at the beach.
He then recalled the fall from the clkff and the kiss, a puzzled expression crossing his face. He recalled the moment of the kiss, the surge of energy, the wind howling, the rain becoming heavier, but specifically the strange red light that had emanated from him and streamed towards Sophia, he had felt a sudden surge of energy leave his body. However, the light was unlike anything he had ever seen before, almost as if it was alive. It twisted and swirled towards Sophia, making her glow as it wrapped around her.
"What the hell". Atticus said. " Did I hit my head too hard?" he wondered. It was then it dawned on him 'sophia', he stood up,
"Sophia". Calling out her name, but there was no response. Feeling anxious, he began to search for her in the sand.He called out her name again, still no response. He then began to panic, she had fallen down with him then why wasn't she here, 'Had those men come down to get her?'.
He then heard a faint mumble, and as he turned, he was horrified to see Sophia's unconscious form lying half-buried in the sand. He ran to her and quickly dug her out, concern etched on his face.
"Sophia, come on, stay with me," he said desperately, gently tapping her face. However, she showed no sign of regaining consciousness. He tapped her countlessly but she wasn't responding.
Atticus noticed blood on the back of her head and panicked. "Oh, no. Sophia! Wake up, please," he implored, picking her up in his arms. As he tried to carry her to the hospital, a sudden and intense pain shot through his whole body and he felt weak,he collapsed.
"What's going on". He said holding his head.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the blinding light. Atticus pulled Sophia possessively, his eyes locked on the mysterious figure in front of him.
"Who are you?" he demanded. The figure remained silent, shrouded in mystery. She was dressed in all black, a veil concealing her identity.
Her aura was a palpable force, exuding ethereal mystique that both intimidated and frightened. She walked towards them, Atticus though weak pulled himself and Sophia backwards. His grip on her tightened.
"Don't you dare touch her," Atticus warned.
She will die Atticus". The figure finally spoke. It was a woman's voice.
"Who the hell her you". Atticus demanded.
"Hello, Atticus."The veiled woman replied her voice husky.
"How do you know my name, and what do you want". Atticus said and he pulled himself up to stand. His gaze set on the woman
"She will die".
Atticus' heart raced, and a wave of fear gripped him. He held Sophia close to his chest, protectively, and demanded, "Who are you? What do you want?"
The mysterious figure stepped forward, still keeping her face hidden behind the veil. "My name is not important. What matters is that she is in danger." she spoke calmly, her voice low and almost melodic.
Atticus tightened his grip on Sophia, refusing to budge.
"She will die". The woman said once more, And this time atticus charged at the woman but was sent flying back by an unseen force. Undeterred, he quickly regained his footing and charged again, this time with even more determination. The battle was intense, with Atticus throwing powerful punches that the woman deftly dodged. But he was tiring rapidly, his breathing labored and his movements sluggish. Sensing his weakness, the woman summoned dark tendrils that wrapped around him, ensnaring him and preventing him from moving. Despite his best efforts, Atticus was unable to free himself and fell to the ground, coughing up blood. He tried getting up, he noticed the woman walking to Sophia.
"Don't you dare touch what's mine". Atticus shouted as he stood up once more and ran to Sophia. Standing between Sophia and the woman.
"Stay away...to get to her you've to get through me". Atticus said spitting out blood.
"You can't defeat me Atticus, but am not here for her, at least not now". The woman taunted.
Atticus just stared at her, his eyes fixed on her to make sure he was ready if she played any foul moves on him.
"You are weak, your immunity is gone, you transferred it all to her". The woman declared.
"What?". Atticus said in confusion.
"What just left you, when you kissed her was your immunity". The woman replied.
"What immunity, what the hell is that". Atticus asked.
" 'vampiric immunity' - a vital force that sustains the very essence of a vampire's existence", The woman's eerie words hung heavy in the air, her voice dripping with ominous undertones as she spoke " weaving through their powers and resilience. It is a power beyond mortal comprehension, an unfathomable force that held together the delicate balance of life and death. Atticus listened, the unease growing within him as the implications of the woman's words sank in.
"your powers. It is a force most sacred for without it the vampires power wane, and their very being succumbs to the whims of mortal frailty. Unlike humans that were created by the creator, vampires are fragments of uncreation, beast from the underworld, ceatures from hell, when you lose your vampiric immunity you don't die you are lost in the uncreated, an abyss of chaos and darkness, forsakes by the very fabric of time and space".
Atticus frowned. "How the hell should I trust you or believe what you are saying". Raising his brows
The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the sudden surge of an intense, pulsating red light that swirled around Sophia, wrapping her like a cloak, shimmering with a foreboding energy. Atticus' eyes narrowed, the unease rising within him, as he realized the gravity of their situation.
"That is it young vampire and from your body not healing you can already tell that you are not yourself". The woman responded.
She was right, he wasn't healing as he felt his whole body on fire. His legs began to shake.
What if she was telling the truth?, does that mean he was gonna die?.,
Turning to her. "Let say you were saying the truth, how do I get it back". He asked.
"There is powerful witch, Octavia only she can help. No one knows where she is, find her. But know this if this girl dies you lose your existence. Your existence lies within her and days without your existence is very dangerous, you might lose existence and once gone to abyss you can't come back". The woman said turning her back.
"For the mean time, how do I have my existence". Atticus called out.
"The same way you gave it out". The woman replied and disappeared.
Atticus stood there in a daze, his mind racing with disbelief and fear. He knew the woman's words were far from comforting, yet he couldn't deny the truth he felt deep within. His body was weakened, not healing as it once did. Could she really be telling the truth?
Just as Atticus found himself lost in thought, a sudden realization struck. He whipped around, only to find the woman gone, leaving him alone with more questions than answers. He was left to wrestle with the harsh new reality that he now faced.