Stone Cold

Epilogue 1: A Witch's Awakening

A bit rushed and unedited :(

🔗 Remember Cyrus' last words left a huge impact on Felix. 🔗

A series of cynical chuckles ringing in his ears were the sole focus of his undivided attention; he seemed to have lost hold of all his other senses. With his vampire part being the dominant one all his existence, relying on his unnaturally heightened senses was the only thing he had known all his life. He had to depend on his animal instincts to get through the dangers lurking in every other corner of his life, but the current situation he was trapped inside rendered him unable to get help from his vampire counter part. Having no way of assessing his surroundings, he was trapped in a dark abyss. It was a living nightmare.

Soon the taunting laughter turned into a wild coughing fit making him more alert. He had a feeling where this was going.

“Ignorant child.”

Soon the similar vision started playing before his eyes, same as the one he had been suffering from since that Godforsaken night.

'No matter how many times I go through this, it never gets easier.'

Slowly a hunched figure appeared in the middle of his pitch black vision.

Instead of crying, screaming and apologizing like he used to do, Felix stood his place firmly while clenching his hands by his side. He knew there was no point in reacting too emotionally. All of this was just a figment of his imagination. His witch’s awakening had overwhelmed his nerves, making him relive the same trauma again and again. This awakening wanted to use his trauma against him. It wanted him to turn cold and cynical, just like the newly found power that was flowing deep inside his veins.

At times, he felt like a completely person with no control over his emotions. He was aware that dark witches were notorious for being irrational and obsessive creatures and that is exactly what the awakening was trying to achieve. The magic swirling inside of him was trying to consume his original identity, remold it into a power addictive warlock. He felt like as if his brain had been divided into two halves and this newly discovered portion was the one in control now.

“You never learn.”

His frowning gaze was trained on the hunched person dragging its feet towards him while holding something in its right hand.

“Do you?”

The shadows cast on the figure’s face lifted as soon as he said this, revealing a mutilated Cyrus holding out his cold dead heart towards an impassive Felix.

He took in a sharp intake of breath as soon as the trance he was in shattered. Once again, he was having visions of Cyrus’ death. The first time he started experiencing these visions, the sight of his dead father had shaken him to his core.

If he had been weak, he would have started hyperventilating on the spot instead he only blinked twice while casting a quick glance on his surroundings to ensure that he was back in the familiar alley.

Things had changed. He was a witch now, an awakened witch.

Living in Romania had become unbearable after what had happened back there. It was his decision to disappear from his clan’s eyes forever. Therefore, along with Antonio, he was constantly switching places trying to find a quitter place to settle into for some time, at least until he got his witch side in his control.

‘I thought shifting to a new environment would help me.’

Letting out a light puff of air, he buried his hands back into the pockets of his black hoodie as he started strolling back towards the place he was currently staying in.