A Shadow of Light (A Shade of Vampire #4)(49)

I was surprised by the effect those words had on me. I was made livid by the idea, reinforcing that a part of Ingrid Maslen still remained with me. “She belongs with Borys Maslen!” I screamed at him.

Sadness unlike anything I had ever seen before filled his eyes. “I wish you wouldn’t say that. I guess human or not, you will always be Ingrid Maslen. Goodbye.”

Left to myself, I felt the hopelessness of my defeat. It felt like Sofia had won over me. She took everything from me. I had nothing left. Nothing. Sofia, on the other hand, was about to get everything she had ever wanted. It didn’t seem fair, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Why live to see her celebrating her triumph over me?

Desperate, I took a shard of glass from the ground, left over from a glass of water I’d thrown against the wall. I tried to recall the last time I had felt pain as a human. Horrible memories I had long buried flashed through my mind, reminding me how cruel humans can be, how coldhearted and merciless they were. I don’t want to be among them. I slashed the glass over my wrist, wincing at the pain.

I waited, as I watched the blood gush out of my wrist. I was expecting to immediately sense the call of death upon me, but nothing happened. The blood just kept gushing out and trickling onto the ground until to my shock, the gash on my wrist slowly began to close.

I stared at my wrist in horror. What’s going on? I slashed the knife through my skin again—this time a deeper, more lethal gash. Within minutes, the same thing happened.

I had no idea what was going on, but one thing seemed certainly true despite what they had done to me: I was still immortal.

CHAPTER 35: DEREK

I did not know how it had happened or who instigated the news, but word of the hunters coming to the island spread like wildfire. As was expected, the news came with several degrees of mixed reactions—mostly negative. The vampires who remained neutral were beginning to question my sanity. Those who were loyal, on the other hand, did not find it hard to voice out their concerns on the matter. While some were quick to assure me that they had my support, I knew that their trust in me was wavering.

The arrival of the hunters seemed to spark hope of escape from The Shade from some of the Naturals. Gavin and Ian were trying to take my side in explaining to them that hunters didn’t exactly see humans taken captives by vampires as citizens of the outside world worth saving. They were made examples of, the human slaves of The Oasis, when they were massacred right along with their vampire lords. This knowledge didn’t serve well to quell the hopes of those who would rather cling to the unknown brought about by the hunters rather than to the chaos they were so accustomed to at The Shade.

I myself was questioning my own judgment, but I knew Sofia, and I knew that she would not suggest something she believed could ever bring The Shade harm. Unless of course they’d gotten to her somehow and turned her against me…

“Am I making the right decision?” I asked Corrine, after having found my way to her home at The Shade—The Sanctuary.

She shrugged as she stared at me warily. We both knew that my coming to her for advice or any kind of conversation was completely out of my character. Still, she gave me a piece of her mind. “Well, I think you’re doing what you need to do in order to get Sofia back here. That’s what’s important—that she gets back here.”

“Is it really possible that there’s a cure?” I asked the witch. “You know these things.”

She paused, seeming to access a distant memory as she wrinkled her nose in thought. “There were attempts to find a cure before, but I haven’t heard of any successful ones that actually turned vampires back to humans. I wouldn’t even really call it a ‘cure.’ Vampirism, as we know it, is a curse, not a disease.”

“I don’t think Sofia would propose something this big unless she believes it will work.”

“I don’t doubt Sofia.” Corrine nodded. “I’m curious too.”

“Perhaps it has something to do with her being the immune…” My eyes sparked with interest. “Maybe she has somehow become the antidote.”

“The immune?” Corrine narrowed her eyes at me and I realized that since my arrival at The Shade, I haven’t actually told anyone about Sofia being immune to being turned into a vampire.

“Claudia tried to turn Sofia. And at her request, back at hunter territory, so did I… She didn’t turn.”

Corrine’s brows furrowed with confusion. “I didn’t think… Oh wow…”

“What?”

“Well, I thought it was a myth—that there are immunes. Somehow—and no one knows exactly how it happens—immunes survive the three days that follow after being bitten. Legend says that if the immune doesn’t die or turn in those three days, they disappear at some point. Or they go crazy. It’s because they’re still human, but their senses and emotions are heightened like that of a vampire’s. Their human mind is unable to cope with this and they snap… I didn’t think it was true. My mother always told that story to me like it was an old wives’ tale or something…”

“Maybe that’s why Sofia was exhibiting signs of that psychological disorder you diagnosed her with…” I mused. “What was that again? LLI?”

“Low Latent Inhibition.” Corrine nodded.