Alex sighed after hearing how the humans are trying their best to wipe them out. He understood that it wasn't about justice but something different. It was a vendetta or perhaps creed, but the fact is the humans don't want their kind anymore in this world.
"You know, when we first came here, it was like paradise. We are the predators and nothing is stopping us from getting our prey. That was what we thought until we got to their witches. They used every power at their disposal to stop us and hunt us. I can't even be able to explain how we went from hunters to hunted." Anderson stood up from where he was sitting and walked to the painting on the wall. The painting is of a vampire and a wolf lunging at each other.
"At a point, we proclaimed ourselves the king of this world only became nothing more than a virus that needs to be purged. We started to regret our decision and wish we could open our portals and go home."
"So you can't open the portal?"