The Accidental Vampire

"Well, I was already planning to give you the book. That's why I had you called to this place." Carlisle dusted his clothes and stood up. "That being said, it's wrong that you saved my life. I would've survived that attack. So you didn't save my life."

" Still, now that you're here, you can help us a bit," he added as he glanced at Atlas in the distance, who also stood up. He could still feel an invisible rope around his neck.

After a few seconds, the rope was gone, and Atlas felt that he was free.

He also noticed the old woman standing with Carlisle. He didn't know who that old woman was, but with the strange phenomenon he went through, he had a feeling that this woman was also a Witch. Only a spell could act so strange.

He could also see Lia lying in the back, unconscious.

His intuition was further proven as he noticed the old woman casting a spell.

"That man is as strong as you from what I've seen. Taking him out would be a hassle. You better not say no to the Grimoire after I help you." The old woman reminded Carlisle as she cast a spell.

Unfortunately, the moment she was distracted, Atlas moved like a shadow. His figure appeared right before the old lady as he attacked.

Boom~

Before Atlas could even land a finger on the old lady, a wind blast sent him back flying.

"And that's why it's so annoying to fight a Witch. You all can't kill us that easily, but you certainly make us struggle," Carlisle lazily stated as he saw Atlas falling in the distance.

"Shouldn't I say the same thing to you? You all just refuse to die. And with your strength, even most of our spells are mostly useless as they can't seriously harm you faster than you can heal," the old lady sarcastically stated.

She had decades of experience, so she knew everything. Even though she had some special spells that were powerful, there was a reason the Vampires stood at the peak. It was really hard to kill one, especially someone as strong as Carlisle and the ones on his level.

Moreover, those weren't even the strongest Vampires. There were ones even more powerful than Carlisle. The Vampires had earned their reputation for a reason.

If that wasn't the case and it wasn't almost impossible to kill Carlisle for her, she would've much rather attacked the city herself to take back the Grimoire, but she couldn't because she knew the limitations of witches.

Just as she expected, even her Wind Blast didn't manage to harm Atlas, who stood up again, unscathed. He was like someone who couldn't die.

"Is he also a Clan Leader level Vampire? His eyes look different than the Vampires I know," the old woman commented before she cast another spell.

Atlas felt the gravity around him change by a thousand times, trying to bring him down to his knees.

Despite all the Gravity change, he didn't let himself be forced to his knees. The gravity acting on his body was so powerful that a crater had started developing under his feet. The Gravity also made it really hard for him to move, slowing down his speed.

"I'll help you in killing him, but it would be impossible without your help. I've already slowed him down. I can provide you with even more support from the side. He'll be affected by my spells, so you should be able to kill him faster," the old Witch suggested.

This was the faster option as well as more efficient.

"That sounds fine. I wanted to do it myself as well after all," Carlisle cracked his knuckles.

Unlike Atlas, who was affected by a thousand times stronger gravity, Carlisle was completely free. Atlas was slowed down while he could move as fast as he wanted.

It was just too unfair, but Carlisle didn't care.

Carlisle calmly stepped to Atlas. This time, he didn't even seem to be in a hurry as if he wanted to savor this moment. "You must've thought you'll go back alive, didn't you? Let me break that misconception of yours."

As if the gravity wasn't worse in itself, the Witch cast another spell. Invisible ropes appeared once again that wrapped around his arms and his legs, making him unable to move.

The ropes tried to pull him down, applying even more pressure.

Under the immense gravity and the ropes, Atlas was sealed in place. He tried to take a step ahead, but he couldn't even raise his feet.

Carlisle kept getting closer and closer to him. There was a grin on his face that refused to leave.

Atlas saw the grin of Carlisle, which brought back a scene he had tried to bury in his mind. He had seen that same grin on Carlisle's face when Carlisle had challenged him to move if he wanted to save Misella.

That day, Atlas wasn't able to move just like today. Finding himself in the same position, Atlas remembered the torment of that moment once again.

"Not again! I won't let you restrict me again! Never again!" Atlas roared as he glared into the eyes of the old Witch in the distance.

"Attack Carlisle!" He commanded the Witch, who was looking at him.

The Witch didn't realize as Atlas tried to use his Compulsion. It wasn't the compulsion of an ordinary Vampire either! It was the compulsion of a Progenitor which was only weakened by the mental strength of Atlas.

The Witch's eyes turned blank momentarily as she fell for the compulsion. She didn't even realize it as it happened, which shouldn't have been impossible.

Even Carlisle didn't take it seriously. Even he couldn't use compulsion on a Witch of that caliber, let alone this man. Unfortunately, he only realized how wrong he was when the same gravity started acting on his body as well.

"What are you doing?!" He roared as he glared back only to find the Witch completely blank.

"Blood Spear!" The Witch cast another spell.

A blood-red spear came out of the formation that she cast. The spear shot straight to Carlisle.

Even under the immense pressure, Carlisle still managed to dodge the spear. Unfortunately for him, the spear didn't leave him alone.

The blood spear that had shot past Carlisle was grabbed by Atlas, who was able to move at his old speed now that the Witch wasn't targeting him.

He grabbed the Spear mid-air, changed its direction, and thrust it in the back of Carlisle

The blood-red spear impaled Carlisle, entering from his back and coming out from his abdomen, barely missing the heart.

"Huh? What?!" By now, the old Witch had also come to her senses, only to be shocked at what she had done. The compulsion was broken since Atlas wasn't strong enough mentally to keep her under compulsion.

The old witch from the Tricen Clan was horrified! Was a vampire able to use compulsion on her? This had never happened before! Whatever being the case, she couldn't let him live!

Atlas's fangs came out as he moved to bite the neck of Carlisle, who had dropped to his knees after coughing out a mouthful of blood.

Atlas' fangs were only a few inches away from the neck of Carlisle, but those few inches felt like thousands of miles since an invisible rope grabbed Atlas by his throat and pulled him back.

"Enough!" This time, Atlas was thoroughly enraged. The Witch had created enough troubles for him! He had decided that he was going to kill her first.

He grabbed the invisible rope and didn't wait for it to disappear. Using all his strength, Atlas broke the rope before disappearing into thin air.

"Where did he go?!" The Witch looked all around, but she couldn't find Atlas anywhere.

She didn't realize that Atlas had taken the long route to come behind her through an empty alley. Since he couldn't attack her from ahead, he was going to attack her from the top.

He climbed on the roof of one of the buildings. He took about ten steps back before he started running ahead with his full might. Only after reaching the end of the roof did he jump, using all the momentum he could.

The Witch looked all around her but couldn't find Atlas. She didn't realize that Atlas was coming to her from the top.

She sensed some danger and finally looked up, but it was too late by now. She tried casting a spell at the last moment, but even she knew that she couldn't finish the spell in time.

She subconsciously took a few steps back, but it was of no use.

Atlas' sharp nails stabbed in her face, making it a gruesome sight. The lady roared in pain, but she couldn't do more.

"Urgh!" Atlas stabbed his teeth into the neck of the old lady, feeding on her.

After going through the Bloodlust, even Atlas didn't realize how feeding on blood had become common for him. He didn't feel the same disgust for it anymore. Instead, he felt like it was poetic justice to kill the Vampires and their supporters the same way they killed innocent humans who couldn't protect themselves.

After sucking her dry, Atlas tossed the lifeless body of the old Witch in the distance. Now there were no distractions, and he could focus on Carlisle.

Carlisle had managed to pull out the Blood Spear by now. He tossed the spear in the distance. The spear disappeared on its own before it could even fall to the ground, now that the caster was dead.

Holding the wound tightly, Carlisle forced his weak body up.

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Back in the Carlisle Castle, Lancaster had already killed all the Vampires that were guarding the castle. Now he had a free reign over the entire place. He could take as much time as he wanted to begin his search, but he still moved as fast as he could. He didn't want to waste a single second.

In the last ten minutes, he has managed to check most of the time, only leaving one room.

"This is the last room. If Misella is kept anywhere, it must be this room!"

Lancaster broke the lock that was placed on the last door and pushed it open.