Under the dark clouds, a kid of three years old was crying as the fire was burning the palace despite the cold winds and frosty night.
"The land belongs to us, you blood suckers. We have given you a chance to leave but you did not take it. Now die!" The cold voice hit the ground and shook it again and again as the men and women with fire torches in their hands were coming towards the large stone palace that was red in color showing the irony.
The staff had already run away as if they knew it was going to come. Vampires were left to guard themselves. Though they were powerful, they were not immortal and greatly outnumbered and the humans and witches were confident that they would chase them away or better kill all of them.
They bared their fangs and attacked on them but guns were not developed at that time and with only swords, they were left to fight against so many that they knew they were going to lose.
