The screeching of a speeding car brought Sophia back to the present, its headlights blinding her.
The sound of the car hitting hers, the feeling of weightlessness.
A figure emerged, his eyes glowing red in the darkness. Claw-like fingers—then lightning struck, revealing the man's fangs.
He walked closer to her. His eyes, golden-red unlike the others, sent shivers down her spine.
He jumped, pulling her with him.
Flashes of memories came to Sophia's mind. She winced as she opened her eyes. She yawned and looked around. She looked down at herself—she was in a white nightgown. Sophia was shocked; when did she wear this?
Looking up, she noticed she was in a room. The room was unfamiliar to her. She slipped out of the bed and walked around.
It was a well-lit room. Its walls were painted white, and a large bookshelf was placed at the other end of the room. At the other end stood a brown wardrobe. A blue sofa was placed close to the bed she had slipped out from. Its sheets were sky blue and white, adding to the artistic beauty of the room. The window was covered with sky-blue curtains that were spread out in a majestic order.
Sophia walked to it and looked down. The view outside was magnificent, overlooking the lawn, which had a fountain at its center.
"Where the hell am I?" Sophia mumbled, raising a brow.
"Hello, cutie cat." A familiar voice whispered in her ear. Sophia quickly turned.
"Atticus," Sophia said in shock when their eyes met. Atticus smiled as he cupped her face.
"How are you doing, cutie cat?" he asked.
"What the hell am I doing here?" she said, arching her brow.
"You fainted after the shooting and I couldn't—"
"Wait, what shooting?" Sophia then recalled the shooting. He had saved her—the same way he had saved her that day. Her memories were back. Sophia widened her eyes as she looked up at him.
"You, you..." Sophia said and pushed him. Atticus stumbled backward. He looked at her—she was trembling in fear.
"You are a demon," Sophia stammered. "A creature from hell."
Her words were like a dagger piercing his heart.
"Sophia," Atticus muttered.
Sophia searched for the door, it was behind him, she looked at him and with a quick move made her way to the door, but Atticus grabbed her by the waist. Sophia tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he pushed her to the bed. Sophia quickly sat up.
"What do you want from me?" ophia shouted.
"We need to talk," Atticus replied staring intently at her.
But Sophia wasn't ready to listen. She needed to get out from there, the sooner the better. She pushed herself out of bed and made her way to the door again. Atticus grabbed her again and pushed her to the bed. Sophia tried it three times. The third time, Atticus pinned her to the bed with his body.
"Calm down, cutie pie," he said pushing his hair backwards.
"Let go of me," Sophia said hitting him in the chest. Atticus frowned, grabbed her hands and pinned them to the bed. His body pressed against hers. Sophia slapped him repeatedly.
"Stop that," He said angrily. He sighed as he gently placed his hands on her thigh. "You might get hurt," he whispered.
Atticus moved his face closer, but Sophia turned her face away.
Atticus smirked. "So you remember now," he asked.
"Let me go," Sophia mumbled.
"No," Atticus simply replied.
"What? I don't have anything you want". Sophia frowned.
"We need to talk and I'm not letting you go until we do". Atticus answered.
"Then speak, I'm listening".
Atticus smiled as he brought his lips to her bare neck. Sophia felt his hot breath on her neck. She felt a sudden surge of heat flow through her. Atticus's hand moved up her thigh, he tantalized her skin. As he gently kissed her neck, Sophia bit her lower lip as she closed her eyes.
Atticus raised his head, he looked at Sophia's face. He smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Go freshen up; we'll talk after". Atticus said, standing up.
Sophia opened her eyes and sat up. She cleared her throat.
"I don't-". Sophia was interrupted by the door opening.
The door swung open and some women walked in, their heads bowed. They all were dressed in black gowns with an apron around their waist except for a middle aged woman whose apron looked longer and a cap on her head. She must be their head.
Atticus noticed the confusion on Sophia's face.
"Get her ready," Atticus ordered. They all nodded. Atticus turned to Sophia. "See you down, cutie cat," he whispered and walked away.
"Wait what?" Sophia muttered as Atticus closed the door behind him.
Atticus walked down the stairs. He smiled, replaying the scene he just had in the bedroom in his mind.
"Atticus," Thomas ran towards him. He was sweating profusely.
"What is it? why do you look like you saw a ghost?" Atticus asked.
Thomas wiped his face and began to pant. "Well well," He stammered as he tried to find his voice.
"What is it?" Atticus frowned.
"It's Jasper. He has shut the whole city down. If Sophia isn't found in the next 24 hours, he said he would rain hell on the city".
"So," Atticus shrugged.
"Jasper is mafia lord Oz, the one you've been looking for. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants, sooner or later, he is going to find her. And we can't risk a mafia finding out what you're". Thomas said panicking but Atticus didn't flinch.
"Let him come; I'll be waiting for him". Atticus smirked.
"Atticus, you are not listening. If the jasper finds out that Sophia is here and with you. He won't leave here without a fight. Andi know you Atticus, you would kill him. If you do, it will draw people attention to you. And that's dangerous Atticus, we've to let her go". Thomas said
"Let him come," Atticus replied and walked away.
"Oh God, I never knew ma'am Sophia would be connected to such demons. Now if this isn't handled well, Atticus will end up in trouble. Oh, this is bad". Thomas bit his finger.