Bloodline of the mongrel vampires

The scared prophecy It was a cold, dark night. The sky was full of black clouds, and the moon hid behind them like it was afraid. The vampires gathered under the stars, silent and serious. They stood in rows, looking up at a tall stone altar. At the top of the altar stood their leader, Sebastian Declan — the strongest and most feared vampire in their presence. He was tall, with glowing red eyes and a deep voice that could make anyone freeze. Everyone listened when he spoke. Beside him stood Savannah, the foreteller. She wore a long silver cloak, and her eyes sparkled with strange magic. She had seen something in the future — something big. Sebastian raised his hand. “Everyone, listen carefully,” he said with a small, cold smile. “Savannah has something important to tell us.” Savannah stepped forward, her voice calm but strong. “A great prophecy has come to me. A powerful witch named Valeria has given birth to a very special child, and what we all thought impossible has finally manifested.” The crowd gasped. Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. Savannah continued. “This child is not like others. She was born a vampire… but also has the powers of a Natalia witch.” The vampires began to murmur, confused and shocked. “She can also transmute into a werewolf,” Savannah added. “What?!” Sebastian growled. “That’s impossible! Vampires don’t give birth — we create others by feeding on them! And witches hate us. Why would a witch give birth to a vampire's child?” Savannah didn’t move. “I know it sounds strange, but it’s true. This child will either grow up to destroy the sinister of the Mongrel Vampires… and free all weak creatures they’ve trapped and enslaved, or grow up to join force with them.” The crowd grew louder. Sebastian suddenly moved, flashing to Savannah in a blink. He grabbed her by the neck, lifting her off the ground with one hand. “Everyone go back to work!” he shouted. “I’ll handle this.” The crowd quickly scattered. Savannah gasped. “Please… you’re hurting me!” Sebastian’s eyes glowed red. “Do I look like I’m joking? How could this even happen?” Savannah struggled to speak. “If… you don’t believe me, then… send your men to find her.” Sebastian let go of his grips on her. Savannah dropped to her knees, coughing. “You almost killed me,” she whispered. “If you’re lying, I will kill you,” Sebastian warned. “I’ve done my part,” Savannah said. “It’s your choice now — fight the prophecy… or follow it.” Sebastian stared at her. “What should I do?” “If the prophecy is real,” Savannah said, “then going against this child would be a big mistake. Nothing like her has ever existed. Not since the beginning of time.” Sebastian folded his arms. “How do we find her?” Savannah looked away. “You didn’t think about that before choking me, did you?” “Tell me now,” Sebastian said firmly. Savannah looked him in the eye. “Try to hurt me again, and you’ll never find her.” “Is that a threat?” Sebastian asked. “No,” Savannah said. “It’s the truth. You need me, Sebastian. I’m not your servant. I chose to work with you… but now I’m not so sure.” Sebastian sighed. “Fine. Tell me how to find this child. I promise you won’t regret helping me.” Savannah nodded. “First, stop treating me like I’m just a woman. I have goals too. I joined you because I saw something in you. Something strong… and different.” Sebastian paused, then said, “Alright. From now on, no one under my command will treat you with anything less than respect.” Savannah took a deep breath. “You need to find her mother — Valeria. But a witch as powerful as Valeria will never leave her child unprotected. She has probably already cast a spell to hide them.” Sebastian narrowed his eyes. “Then how do we see through the spell?” “You’ll need me,” Savannah said with a small smirk. “If you want to find the child, I have to come with you.” Sebastian didn’t smile back, but he didn’t argue either. He knew she was right. ✍️✍️✍️