The Vampire Heirlooms

Freya's grip tightened around Melina's throat as she held her aloft with one hand, her eyes burning with determination. Despite the vampire's broken bones and agonized screams, her fiery gaze never wavered, challenging Freya's resolve.

Undeterred by Melina's defiant stare, Freya's voice sounded with unwavering confidence. “Tell me, Vampire,” she demanded, her words cutting through the air like a blade. “Why does your clan hunt me? Why were mother and father killed?”

Melina's snarl contorted into a wicked smile, her fangs glinting ominously. “You will get nothing out of me, mortal,” she taunted, her eyes brimming with a mix of defiance and hatred. “By killing us, you have sealed your fate. The life of a pureblood exacts a heavy toll, and you have killed three of us. Your death will be a terrible one.”

“Your threats mean nothing to me, Vampire. Instead of me, worry about yourself. If you want your death to be painless, answer my question; why does your clan hunt me?”