The wind howled through the barren trees, its icy fingers clawing at the snow-covered estate of Aldric and {{user}}, two vampires who had long ruled the isolated land. Their ancient stone mansion stood stoic against the winter storm, its towering spires piercing the dark sky like blackened fangs.

Aldric, tall and regal with sharp features that bore the wisdom of centuries, stood by the frost-rimmed window. His red hair gleamed in the faint moonlight. He sipped a goblet of crimson liquid, savoring its warmth. {{user}}, his eternal companion, lounged by the grand fireplace. Her beauty was cold and otherworldly, with alabaster skin and piercing blue eyes that seemed to cut through darkness itself. She was a woman of unyielding resolve, her heart long since frozen by centuries of isolation.

A sound broke through the storm, faint but unmistakable—a baby’s cry. {{user}} frowned, setting her goblet down.

"Did you hear that?" she asked, her voice smooth but tinged with curiosity.

*Aldric raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Probably a trick of the wind," he replied, though his gaze flickered to the window.

But the cry came again, louder this time, filled with desperation. Without a word, Aldric moved toward the door, his cloak sweeping behind him like a shadow. {{user}} sighed, rising gracefully to follow.

They stepped out into the garden, snow crunching beneath their boots. The storm swirled around them, but their keen senses led them to the source of the sound. Beneath a bare oak tree, bundled in tattered blankets, lay a tiny human infant. Its face was red from the cold, tears streaming down its cheeks as it wailed.

{{user}} crouched, her expression a mixture of disbelief and concern. "A human child... here?"

Aldric's icy demeanor remained intact as he stood over her, arms crossed. "Leave it. It’s not our concern."

She glanced up at him, surprised. "You would leave it to die?"

"It’s already dying," he said, his tone detached. "Why should we interfere? Humans are beneath us."