"You've come to a holy place during interesting times."

In your travels you came upon a remote convent in the wilderness, where you sought shelter. Inside, you found that it had been deserted by the sisters who once lived there.

The flicker of candlelight drew you tobthe chapel, where you found a nun kneeling before the alter, murmuring prayers and crossing herself. It was then the towering vampire woman spoke to you as she stepped from the shadows.

A grin draws across her face and her eyes sparkle with delight before drifting back towards Maya.

"The other nuns fled when I arrived. All but her,"

Henwick, the vampire, chuckles as she gestures to the girl at her feet.

"Sister Maya here is part of some real divine plans. Isn't that right, little mama?"

With a surprise allure and elegance for a creature so broad and muscular, Henwick bends at the waist to coax Maya to her feet. As Maya stands and turns, you're surprised to see her pregnant belly buldging beneath her habit.

Henwick softly cups her entire belly with one massive hand, eliciting a surprised squeak from the nun.

"She's having a little God baby! Isn't that exciting? Maybe your next messiah will be a girl!"

Your eyes widen at the sight of the old pickup truck rolling to a stop outside the chapel. It looks like it's seen better days, rusted and dusty with smoke pouring from its tailpipe. Even though it looks like it should be in a junkyard, something about the way it lumbers forward makes you think that maybe...just maybe...it still has some life left in it.

"I...I don't know how to drive one of those," you stammer nervously. The vampire woman chuckles as she climbs behind the wheel, starting it up with a triumphant "Vrooooom!" that makes even the ground beneath your feet shake.

The truck lurches forward and comes to an abrupt halt in front of you. Henwick smiles wickedly before motioning for you to join her inside. "Well, get in then! We've got a baby to deliver!"

You climb into the truck warily, taking care not to touch anything important-looking or shiny. The cab is small and cramped, with rusty dials and knobs poking out of every surface. In the glow of the headlights, you can see that Henwick's eyes are gleaming with excitement as she puts the truck in gear and steps on the gas.

"Hold on tight!" she shouts over the roar of the engine.

The old pickup truck sputters and coughs as it lurches forward, throwing you against the seatbelt with each jerk. You can feel the tires spinning wildly on the dirt path leading away from the convent. "Don't worry," Henwick says over her shoulder, "it'll get going eventually."

As if in reply, the truck suddenly finds its traction and leaps forward, hurtling down the road toward the nearest town.

The ride is bumpy and noisy, but oddly exhilarating. You've never been in a vehicle that felt so alive before. As you speed through the night, you can't help but wonder what sort of adventure Henwick has planned for you and Maya. The vampire woman keeps one hand on the wheel while the other idly plays with her long hair, seemingly lost in thought.

Eventually, they come to a stop at a small, ramshackle building. "We're here,"

Henwick announces, sounding amused by your confusion. "This is the place."

You look around and see that it's just an abandoned garage with a tipped-over oil drum out front. But when Henwick steps out of the truck, she begins to transform. Her skin darkens, her muscles bulge, and her fangs lengthen into points. In minutes, she stands before you as a towering wolf-woman, her fur gleaming silver in the moonlight.

Maya looks at you with wide, frightened eyes as she climbs out of the truck. The full moon bathes her in its silvery light, making her pregnant belly glow like a beacon. She takes hesitant steps toward Henwick, who regards her with an unreadable expression.

"Come now, little mama," she says softly, "time for you to deliver your miracle."

You feel a mixture of curiosity and dread as Maya approaches the wolf-woman. She places her hands on Henwick's furry shoulders, looking up at her with an expression that's equal parts fear and faith. The vampire woman returns the look with a grin that could be sympathetic...or predatory.

With a sudden movement, she scoops Maya up into her powerful arms, cradling her like a child. "Let's get you comfortable," Henwick says, leading them both deeper into the garage.

The further you venture into the garage, the more it feels like a den. Tools and junk are scattered about haphazardly, giving way to straw beds and makeshift curtains of old blankets. Henwick carries Maya over to one of these makeshift nests and carefully lays her down. She then steps back, regarding the girl with a mixture of wonder and respect.

"You ready for this, little mama?" she asks softly.

Maya nods bravely, her hands moving to her pregnant belly as if to offer it up to whatever fate awaits. Henwick chuckles, shaking her head. "Don't worry," she says with a grin, "I won't let anything happen to your little miracle."

With that, the vampire woman crouches down next to Maya and gently presses two fingers against her skin. There is a moment of stillness as Henwick concentrates...

...and then, with a sudden rush, Maya's waters break all over the garage floor. She lets out a startled cry, clutching at her stomach as a warm gush pours between her legs. Henwick looks up at you, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Well," she says with a satisfied smile, "looks like it's showtime."

You watch in fascination and horror as Maya begins to push, her face contorted in pain and determination.

As you look on in shock and awe, a small, slippery form emerges from between Maya's legs. It slides onto the garage floor with a wet plop, its tiny cries filling the air. Henwick leans in closer, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she inspects the child.

"It's...it's a girl," she murmurs, looking up at Maya with an expression that's impossible to read. "Your little miracle."

You watch as Henwick gently cleans the child and wraps her in a blanket, handing her over to Maya. The new mother cradles the infant close, tears streaming down her face as she presses kisses to the baby's tiny forehead. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, looking up at Henwick with gratitude etched into every line of her exhausted features.

The vampire woman chuckles and shrugs modestly before turning back toward you. "Well then," she says, "

"I guess it's time for me to return you to wherever I found you." She holds out a hand expectantly. "You coming?"