It's time

Through the shadows of the entrance of Black Forest, Kyle glided gracefully. He wore an aura of darkness that seemed to merge with the forest's ambiance. His footsteps, though light, sent ripples through the thick carpet of fallen leaves and twigs. 

The male vampire pressed forward when suddenly, a bright light shone in the darkness. It wasn't the cold, remote gleam of the moon, but a warm, radiant luminance that seemed out of place in such a dark place. From its center, a silhouette formed. It was her—Lilith, the queen of witches. Her gown seemed to shimmer and dance with every flicker of the light around her.

Kyle immediately showed longing and fondness as he set his eyes on her. He looked at her like the way a lover would gaze upon his beloved.

But the witch queen's demeanor remained as immovable as a stone statue, her eyes locked onto his, cold and intense. Only her hair moved, dancing gracefully in the subtle breeze.