Emily's mind was reeling as she tried to process the revelation. She was a direct descendant of the first vampire? It seemed impossible, yet Victor's words had rung with conviction.
"What does this mean?" Emily asked again, her voice shaking.
Victor's eyes seemed to bore into hers. "It means you have a crucial role to play in our future," he repeated. "A future that is uncertain, and fraught with danger."
Emily felt a chill run down her spine. "What kind of danger?" she asked.
Victor hesitated, as if unsure how much to reveal. "There is a prophecy," he said finally. "A prophecy that speaks of a great and terrible evil that will threaten our kind."
Emily's heart was racing. "What does this have to do with me?" she asked.
Victor's eyes seemed to burn with intensity. "You, Emily, are the key to our survival. You are the one who will determine the fate of our kind."
Emily felt like she was drowning in the weight of Victor's words. She was just a vampire, trying to survive in a world that didn't understand her. How could she possibly be the key to their survival?
As she stood there, trying to process the revelation, Emily felt a strange sensation building inside her. It was a sensation she had never felt before, a sensation that seemed to be calling to her.
"What's happening?" Emily asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Victor's eyes seemed to gleam with excitement. "The prophecy is beginning to unfold," he said. "And you, Emily, are at the center of it all."