Children born of Vampyre parents are fully human. They are NEVER vampires themselves. The great goddess, Nyx, might, later in life choose the child, but he/she has the same chance as all other children. Most born in these circumstances never become Marked.
She staggered back and turned to Arielle, now sitting in a visitors chair in the farthest corner from the baby girl. She composed her face once more and attempted to receive answers.
"What did the mother say? How did this happen?"
The women, who now resembled a frightened child, shook her head fervently as if this answered the questions.
"WHAT DID SHE SAY!" shekinah hissed now shaking the women fiercely.
"she, she took one look and said 'beautiful' then she past out" she whispered stumbling.
Arielle, as she quickly demoted to defenseless toddler, began to sob. Shekinah turned from her as she ascended toward the child once more. She leaned in fully to get a better look at the child. Just as she did, the little girl awoke to reveal shockingly gray irises. She smile tenderly at the old priestess as if she, in her new infancy, already knew whom Shekinah was. With this Shekinah brought the girl into her arms where she snuggled affectionately. She admired the onyx patterns of moon and star, surrounded by soft swirls, semi-circles and dots that danced about the bare upper body and limbs of the child. The Crescent that all full vampyres contained at the center of their forehead was accompanied by a star and outward facing crescent on each side along with a variety of complicated swirls and smaller stars that shaped around her eyes and cheekbones. Then, suddenly, right before her eyes the marks vanished, leaving nothing but the faint discoloration of a moon crescent on the infant's right hand.
Finally, Arielle realizes what'd happened. She came over to Shekinah and began to speak in a voice only heard after a long series of tears.
Strained and brokenly she said, "What will we do?"
Shekinah places the child back into the bassinette and said softly, "we will watch"
