On the third day in the safe house, Elena finally agreed to meet. She seemed more cautious than last time, confirming multiple times that she wasn't being followed before entering the farmhouse.

"The situation is more serious than I imagined," she said to Alexander, "The Pureblood Association's influence is expanding."


"What have they done?" Yvette asked.

"They've contacted the ancient families in Europe," Elena answered, "Now this isn't just a North American issue, but a global controversy."

"The ancient families of Europe?"


"Yes," Elena nodded, "Those most conservative, oldest vampire families. They consider any contact with humans a threat to the purity of their bloodline."

This news shocked everyone present.


"However," Elena continued, "while researching your bloodline, I discovered something very interesting."

"What?" Yvette asked eagerly.

"Your bloodline is much older than we initially thought," Elena said, "it can be traced back to the twelfth century, not just the nineteenth century."

"The twelfth century?"

"Yes," Elena opened a heavy ancient tome, "according to these records, the Harrison family bloodline originated from an ancient covenant, a sacred oath about peace."

"What kind of covenant?" Alexander asked.

"In twelfth-century Europe, a devastating war broke out between humans and vampires," Elena explained, "both sides suffered enormous losses. To end the war, leaders of both races created a sacred covenant."

"What was the content of the covenant?"

"Certain human families were chosen as permanent peace envoys," Elena answered, "members of these families would possess special abilities, enabling them to establish bridges of communication between the two worlds."

"So, Yvette..."

"She is not just a coincidental discovery," Elena said, "Her existence, her encounter with you, may all be part of this ancient covenant."

This revelation shocked Yvette. "You mean, all of this was predetermined?"

"Not predetermined," Elena explained, "but a possibility. The covenant created this possibility, but the specific outcome still depends on individual choices."

"This explains why the Pureblood Association is so afraid," Alexander said, "If Yvette's bloodline truly has this historical significance, then her existence threatens their entire worldview."

"More importantly," Elena said, "this covenant has other clauses."

"What clauses?"

"If the peacemaker's bloodline is improperly eliminated or harmed, it will trigger an ancient curse," Elena said, "This curse will affect all participating vampire families."

"Curse?" Yvette asked, "What kind of curse?"

"The decline of bloodlines, the weakening of power, may eventually lead to the downfall of an entire race," Elena said solemnly, "this is why ancient vampire families are so concerned about this issue."

"So, does the Pureblood Association know about this?"

"Some of them do," Elena answered, "but they choose to ignore this warning. They believe that even risking the curse is better than allowing humans into their world."

"That's insane," Yvette said, "they're willing to risk the destruction of their entire race just to maintain isolation?"

"Fear makes people make irrational decisions," Alexander said, "especially when that fear has persisted for centuries."

"But," Elena said, "there is an even more important discovery."

"What discovery?"

"According to my research, Yvette may not be the only one," Elena said, "There are other Peacemaker bloodlines scattered throughout the world."

"Others?"

"Yes," Elena nodded, "If we can find them, if we can prove that the existence of the Peacemaker bloodline is not an isolated case, then we'll have stronger arguments."

"But," Marco said, "this also means greater danger. If the Pureblood Association knows there are other Peacemakers, they might take more extreme actions."

"It's a risk," Elena admitted, "but also an opportunity."

Just then, Alexander's phone rang. It was Victor calling, and his voice sounded very tense.

"Alexander, I have bad news."

"What news?"

"The hearing has been moved up," Victor said, "Tomorrow night, in Chicago."

"What? Why so sudden?"

"Because the European delegation has already arrived," Victor explained, "they don't want to wait. Moreover, they have brought some very influential witnesses."

"What kind of witnesses?"

"Some vampires who claim to have been harmed by humans," Victor said, "they want to use these testimonies to prove the dangers of contact with humans."

"Are these testimonies true?"

"Some are true, some may be exaggerated," Victor answered, "but either way, they will have a significant impact on our case."

"What should we do?"

"We need to go to Chicago immediately," Victor said, "and, we need to prepare our own witnesses."

"Witnesses?"

"Witnesses who can prove the possibility of harmonious coexistence between humans and vampires," Victor said, "and, Yvette needs to prepare to demonstrate her bloodline abilities."

After hanging up the phone, Alexander turned to Elena. "Can you help us prove Yvette's bloodline abilities?"

"I can try," Elena answered, "but it requires a special ritual."

"What kind of ritual?"

"A blood resonance ritual," Elena explained, "through this ritual, we can make Yvette's abilities manifest so that everyone can see them."

"Is it dangerous?" Alexander asked worriedly.

"There are some risks," Elena admitted, "but if done properly, it should be safe."

"I'm willing to try," Yvette said, "if this can help our case."

"Then, what do we need to prepare?"

"Some special materials, and a safe environment," Elena said, "we can make preparations on our way to Chicago."

"Alright," Alexander said, "let's depart immediately."

Just as they were preparing to leave, Marco suddenly became alert. "Someone's coming," he said, "many people."

"The Pureblood Association?"

"Looks like it," Marco replied, "they've surrounded this place."

"Are we trapped?" Yvette asked.

"No," Alexander said, "we still have a way out. But we need to hurry."

They quickly gathered the necessary items and followed Marco through the underground passage beneath the farmhouse. The passage led to the nearby forest, an emergency escape route Alexander had prepared long ago.

"How did they find us?" Yvette asked.

"There might be a mole," Marco said, "or they have tracking methods we don't know about."

"Either way," Alexander said, "we must now focus on reaching Chicago."

They made their way through the forest to a hidden parking lot where a backup car was waiting.

"We'll drive straight to Chicago," Alexander said, "it will take about twelve hours."

"Do we have enough time to prepare for the ritual?" Yvette asked.

"We must have," Elena replied, "this is our last chance."

As they drove away from New York state, Yvette couldn't help but recall that just a few weeks ago, she was an ordinary reporter. Now, she was about to attend a hearing that could determine the future of two races.

"Alexander," she said, "if we lose the case, will you regret meeting me?"

"Never," Alexander answered without hesitation, "regardless of the outcome, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"Even if I might lose all my memories of you?"

"Even then," Alexander said, "at least I will remember the time we spent together."

"I'll remember too," Yvette said, "no matter what they do, I'll remember this feeling."

"Perhaps memory erasure won't be completely successful," Elena said, "if your bloodline is indeed as powerful as they say, perhaps it will protect your memories."

"Really?"

"It's just a theory," Elena said, "but worth hoping for."

In the next few hours, they discussed the strategy for the hearing in detail. Elena explained the specifics of the blood resonance ritual, while Marco contacted their supporters in Chicago.

"Sebastian has arrived in Chicago," Marco reported, "he brought several witnesses who support us."

"Who?"

"Kasia, a scholar from Boston, and an artist from Philadelphia," Marco said, "they are all willing to testify for us."

"That's good," Alexander said, "but we need more support."

"I've already contacted some friends in Europe," Elena said, "they may not be able to attend in person, but they can provide written testimonies."

"About what?"

"About the history of the Peacemaker bloodline, about the authenticity of the ancient covenant," Elena answered, "these testimonies might change the entire direction of the hearing."

When they arrived in Chicago, it was already evening of the next day. The hearing would begin in a few hours, and they needed to start preparing immediately.

"Where will the ritual take place?" Yvette asked.

"In a safe place," Elena replied, "Sebastian has arranged a private venue for us."

They arrived at an ancient building in downtown Chicago, which was once a private club and now used by vampire society as a secret meeting place.

"Yvette," Elena said, "are you ready?"

"I am ready," Yvette answered, though her voice was a bit nervous, her determination was firm.

"Then, let's begin."

The blood resonance ritual was more complex than Yvette had imagined. Elena drew an intricate symbol on the ground, then lit several special candles.

"Stand in the center," Elena instructed, "relax your mind, and let your blood abilities flow naturally."

Yvette did as told. At first, nothing happened. But gradually, she began to feel a strange energy flowing within her body.

"I felt something," she said, "like a connection."

"Continue," Elena encouraged, "let this feeling spread."

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room changed. All vampires present felt a strong wave of energy.

"What is this?" Marco asked in shock.

"The bloodline of the Peacemaker has awakened," Elena explained, "this is the proof we need."

Yvette felt that she could sense the emotions and thoughts of every vampire in the room. This ability was much stronger than what she had experienced before.

"I can feel all of you," she said, "I can feel your fears, your hopes, your love."

"This is impossible," a vampire who had just arrived said, "humans cannot possess such ability."

"But she does," Elena said, "this is the power of the Peacemaker bloodline."

"We need to record this," Alexander said, "so everyone at the hearing can see it."

"It's already being recorded," Marco said, "we have video evidence."

When the ritual ended, Yvette felt both exhausted and excited. She finally understood her true abilities and her role in this world.

"How do you feel?" Alexander asked.

"Different," Yvette replied, "I feel my connection to this world has deepened."

"Is that good or bad?"

"I don't know," Yvette answered honestly, "but it feels right."

"It's time," Victor's voice came from outside the door, "we need to head to the hearing now."

"Are you ready?"

"Ready," Yvette answered, "let's go make history."

They left the building and headed to the hearing location. In the night sky, Chicago's lights twinkled, as if illuminating the important moment that was about to come.

Yvette knew that the next few hours would determine her fate, as well as the future of two races.

But she was no longer afraid.

She had her own power, she had supporters, and most importantly, she had love.

That was enough.

No matter the outcome, she would fight to the end for this belief.

This was her choice.

This was her destiny.

When they arrived at the hearing venue, Yvette took a deep breath.

"Let's begin," she said.

History was about to be rewritten.

Three days after the Chicago hearing ended, Victor stood in his private office in Manhattan, facing three envoys from the European Council. These ancient vampires represented the highest authority of the traditional forces, and their decision would determine the fate of Yvette and Alexander.

"Victor," one of the envoys spoke, his voice carrying the gravity of centuries, "the results of the hearing were disappointing. The abilities demonstrated by that human female were indeed impressive, but that doesn't change the fundamental facts."

"What facts?" Victor asked, although he already knew the answer.

"She knows too much," another envoy responded, "regardless of how special her bloodline is, or how powerful her abilities are, she remains human. Humans are inherently untrustworthy."

"But her abilities prove that..."

"Prove what?" the third envoy interrupted Victor, "That she's more dangerous? A human with mind-reading abilities, do you think this is good for our race?"

Victor felt a deep disappointment. He had hoped the hearing would change the minds of these ancient beings, but clearly he had underestimated the stubbornness of the traditional forces.

"So, what is the council's decision?" he asked.

"Terminate this dangerous experiment," the first envoy declared, "immediately."

"What does that mean specifically?"

"It means," the envoy's voice turned cold, "we will send Cleaners to handle this problem. If Alexander refuses to cooperate, he will also face the corresponding consequences."

Victor's heart sank. The Cleaners were a special force of the Council, specifically responsible for dealing with existences that posed threats to vampire society. Their methods were typically cruel yet effective.

"Give me some time," Victor pleaded, "let me talk to Alexander first."

"Time has run out," the envoy replied, "the Cleaners are already on their way."

Victor realized he needed to act immediately. He picked up his phone and dialed Alexander's number.

"Alexander," his voice was tense and urgent, "where are you now?"

"At the apartment," Alexander answered, "why?"

"Leave immediately," Victor said, "go somewhere safe."

"What happened?"

"The worst thing," Victor answered, "the council has dispatched the Cleaners."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by sounds of rapid movement.

"How long?" Alexander asked.

"They're already on their way," Victor replied, "probably only a few minutes left."

"Where should we go?"

"Don't tell me," Victor said, "they might be listening. Just remember, protect her, at any cost."

After hanging up, Victor collapsed into his chair. He knew that the next few hours would determine the fate of many people.

Meanwhile, in Alexander's apartment, Yvette was organizing her notes. Although the hearing hadn't achieved the expected effect, she still believed things would move in a positive direction.

"What happened?" She saw Alexander's expression after he hung up the phone and immediately realized the seriousness of the situation.

"We must leave immediately," Alexander said, "now."

"Why?"

"Because someone is coming to kill you," Alexander said directly, "The Council has sent cleaners."

Yvette felt a chill. Although she didn't fully understand the meaning of "cleaners," Alexander's expression told her that it was extremely dangerous.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"First, let's get out of here," Alexander said, "then we'll figure something out."

They quickly packed some essentials, then left through the back door of the apartment. The moment they walked out of the building, Yvette sensed an unprecedented feeling of danger.

"They're here," she said, "I can feel them."

Alexander nodded. His vampire senses had also detected the approaching threat. Three powerful presences were rapidly approaching, moving at speeds far beyond ordinary humans.

"This way," Alexander grabbed Yvette's hand and ran toward the nearest subway station.

But they soon discovered that escape was not so easy. The abilities of the Cleaners far exceeded their imagination, and they seemed able to track them anywhere.

"We need an open space," Yvette said, "we have no advantage in tight spaces."

"Brooklyn Bridge," Alexander said, "there's enough space there, and... it has special meaning."

Yvette understood what he meant. Brooklyn Bridge was an important location in their relationship, and if tonight was truly their last night, it was a fitting place.

They changed direction and ran toward the bridge. But the trackers' speed made it difficult for them to shake off their pursuers.

"I see them," Yvette said, looking back, "three people, dressed in black."

"Those are the Cleaners," Alexander confirmed, "they're the Council's special forces, specifically responsible for dealing with problems like us."

"Can we defeat them?"

"I don't know," Alexander answered honestly, "but we must try."

When they reached the Brooklyn Bridge, the night city glittered beneath their feet. This historic bridge had witnessed countless stories, and tonight it would witness a new legend.

"They're here," Yvette said.

Three figures appeared at the entrance of the bridge, moving at an incredible speed. Only then did Yvette truly understand the supernatural abilities of vampires.

"Yvette Morris," one of the Cleaners spoke, his voice cold and mechanical, "according to the decision of the Vampire Council, you must be processed."

"What kind of processing?" Yvette asked, and though her voice trembled, she still maintained her courage.

"Memory erasure, or death," the Cleaner answered, "the choice is yours."

"There's a third option," Alexander said, standing in front of Yvette, "you'll have to go through me first."

"Alexander Knox," another cleaner said, "your interference will only make things worse. Cooperate with us, and you can still keep your position."

"My position?" Alexander sneered, "If my position has to be built upon betraying the one I love, then I'd rather not have it."

"Then you too have chosen death," the third cleaner said.

The battle began immediately.

The cleaners' speed and strength far exceeded those of ordinary vampires. They were specially trained to deal with rebels. Although Alexander was powerful, he quickly found himself at a disadvantage facing three professional opponents.

Yvette watched this supernatural battle, feeling both shocked and helpless. Her human body was completely unable to participate in such a fight, but her newly awakened ability allowed her to sense the emotions and intentions of each participant.

"I must do something," she muttered to herself.

Suddenly, she realized that her ability was not just about perception, but also about influence. If she could interfere with the Cleaners' minds, perhaps she could change the outcome of the battle.

She concentrated, attempting to enter the mind of one of the Cleaners. At first, she encountered strong resistance, but she persisted.

"Stop!" she shouted, while projecting her willpower into the heart of the Cleaner.

Surprisingly, one of the Cleaners actually stopped. He looked at his hands in confusion, as if not understanding why he had ceased attacking.

"This is impossible," another Cleaner said, "humans cannot possess such abilities."

"I am not an ordinary human," Yvette said, her voice filled with newly discovered power, "I am a descendant of the Peacemakers."

Just then, an unexpected voice came from the other end of the bridge.

"Enough!"

Victor appeared on the bridge, his expression serious and angry. Behind him followed several other vampires, including Marco and Sebastian.

"Victor," one of the Cleaners said, "you shouldn't interfere."

"I'm not here to interfere," Victor replied, "I'm here to stop a mistake."

"What mistake?"

"A misunderstanding about the Peacemaker bloodline," Victor said, "What just happened proves that Yvette Morris is not a threat, but an opportunity."

"She influenced the Cleaner's mind," a Cleaner objected, "Such ability is extremely dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Victor countered, "Or useful? Think about it, if we had a bridge to communicate with humans, we wouldn't need to keep hiding."

"Why would we want to stop hiding?"

"Because times are changing," Victor said, "Human technology is becoming increasingly advanced, and our secrets will eventually be discovered. Rather than passively waiting, we should proactively establish connections."

This argument made the Cleaners hesitate. They were trained to follow orders, but they were not mindless machines without the ability to think.

"Besides," Victor continued, "the ancient prophecy mentions the return of the peacemaker. What consequences would we bear if we killed the true peacemaker?"

"What prophecy?" one of the Cleaners asked.

"The prophecy about the merging of two worlds," Victor answered, "When the peacemaker returns, humans and vampires will find a way to coexist."

When Yvette heard these words, she felt a strong resonance. She realized that the sense of mission she had always felt might be more than just a personal feeling.

"I am willing to be this bridge," she said, "I am willing to take on this responsibility."

"But," one Cleaner said, "if you fail, if you betray us, the consequences will be catastrophic."

"I will not fail," Yvette replied, "I will not betray. Because I love this world, I love all of you."

There was a sincere power in her words that all vampires present could feel. Even the coldest Cleaners were shaken.

"I need to report this situation to the Council," one of the Cleaners said, "This decision is beyond our authority."

"Then, before the Council makes a new decision," Victor said, "I request a suspension of all actions."

"We can give you a week," the Cleaner said, "but if the Council's decision doesn't change, we will continue to execute our mission."

"A week is enough," Victor said, "I believe the truth will speak for itself."

The Cleaners left, leaving only Yvette, Alexander, and their supporters on the bridge.

"Thank you," Yvette said to Victor, "you saved us."

"I didn't save you," Victor replied, "I only prevented a mistake. The real test is still ahead."

"What test?"

"Proving your worth," Victor said, "proving that the Peacemaker's bloodline can bring peace to both worlds."

"How can I prove it?"

"Through your actions," Victor replied, "Through your choices."

As they left the bridge, Yvette felt both exhausted and excited. She had just experienced a life-or-death test, but she had also discovered her true power.

"Do you think we will succeed?" she asked Alexander.

"We must succeed," Alexander replied, "because failure is not an option."

"Why?"

"Because if we fail, it's not just us who will be hurt," Alexander said, "the entire possibility of peaceful coexistence between the two worlds will disappear."

"So, where do we begin?"

"We start by changing one person's mind," Alexander said, "then two people, then more."

"That will take a long time," Yvette said.

"We have all the time," Alexander answered, "remember, we are now eternal partners."

They walked on the streets of New York, the night city glittering around them. They knew there were many challenges ahead, but they also knew they had the ability to face these challenges.

Most importantly, they had each other.

With the power of love supporting them, nothing was impossible.

Even changing the entire world.

This was their mission, this was their destiny.

And their story was just beginning.