Chances, Stakes and Fangs

Chapter-5: Ambrosia

"Who is this soul?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"A soul that has been missing for a long time. The balance in the universe is at stake, and we need to find it to restore the balance."

"I'm not sure I understand," I said, frowning.

"Let me explain. The universe is maintained by the balance of souls. There are good souls and bad souls, and they balance each other out. However, there is one soul that is missing, and it's throwing off the balance. We need to find it and restore the balance."

"Why me? Why can't you find it?"

"I can't do it myself. I am bound by certain rules and regulations that limit me from searching for it. But as a human, you can travel to places that I cannot. You have free will, and you can go wherever you want. You are also a skilled fighter, and I believe that you are the only one who can find this soul."

I thought about it for a moment.
It sounded like a risky task, but the idea of being able to live again was too tempting to resist.

"Okay," I said finally, "I'll do it."

I sighed, remembering his words and staring at the box he had handed me, which I opened to reveal a silver compass. He said this compass will guide me to the soul. It will point in the direction of the soul, no matter where I am.
But I had to be careful, cause apparently there are others who will try to stop me from finding it. I looked at the compass in my hand, feeling a sense of excitement and apprehension.

Except now I had to go for bath in that exquisite room of what humans call bathroom. Yeah well my vampire bathroom was bigger and well equipped than this.

Abruptly a blood curdling scream made me jump and my heart pounded in my chest as I heard Granny Marie's panicked screams echoing through the house. Startled, I immediately ran towards the source of the commotion. Granny Marie was no ordinary woman; she was a peculiar and reclusive old lady who had only offered me a place to stay on rent but I felt a sense of panic wash over me I was...worried? While I usually kept to myself and didn't care much for people, I couldn't ignore the urgency in Marie's voice.

Bursting into Granny Marie's room, I found her in a state of distress, jumping and clutching at her eye. It was clear that something terrible had happened. My instincts kicked in, and without wasting a moment, I rushed to Marie's side, trying to calm her down and assess the situation.

"Granny Marie, what happened?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.

She whimpered in pain, her voice trembling. "I... I was just putting on my lenses, dear. Suddenly, there was a burning sensation, and I couldn't see a thing. It feels like my eye is on fire!"

My eyes widened with shock. I helped Marie to her feet, gently guiding her towards the door. "We need to get you to the hospital immediately. Something serious must have happened."

As I helped Granny Marie into the car, I could already sense the brewing trouble. Old woman started yelling at the top of her lungs, "Faster! We need to get there faster! Time is ticking!"

I nervously glanced at the speedometer, realizing we were only going at a reasonable pace. I mean I did learn to drive a car over the years.

In an attempt to calm Granny down, I turned on the car radio, hoping some soothing music would distract her. But, as luck would have it, the radio station was playing probably Marie's least favorite genre—polka music.

As a result she unleashed a fury of protests, screaming at the top of her lungs, "Turn it off! This is an abomination! I won't stand for it!"
Desperate to find a solution, I reached into the glove compartment for some snacks, thinking that food might be the key to appeasing Granny Marie.

However, as I handed Granny a bag of chips, the car hit a pothole, causing the entire bag to explode, sending a shower of potato chips flying all over the car. My face dropped as I realized that Granny had mistaken the potato chip rain for an imminent hailstorm and began to scream, "We're under attack!"