finally! it was really a time ago that i published the previous chapter.
if you want to read them, i published them on quotev: https://www.quotev.com/story/17441482/sucked-up-blood-les-legendairesthe-legendaries/1

Shun-day and Kelma-thu came panting up the stairs. They were both startled to see that the horn was gone.
“Wh-where... where is the horn?” asked Shun-day.
“Stolen, I think... I’ll go after them!” Shimy said.
“No—wait. You can’t just go after them! There’s a reason they succeeded. They’re strong,” said Kelma-thu. He glanced around at the soldiers lying on the ground.
“They were just a little stronger. Only the one who lured me to the roof to fight is truly strong. She has a magical weapon, too.”
Shimy spread her wings to fly toward the vampires.
She flew upward, through the hole in the roof.
“Shimy!” called Shun-day.
“Yes?”
“Come back safe!”
Shimy gave a brief nod and flew on. She muttered to herself, “I’ll try.”

The wind whipped through Shimy’s hair and drove snowflakes against her face. She knew that at any second, a Jaguarian child could die at the hands of the villagers attacking Jaguaris. There wasn’t a second to lose.

After flying for a few hours, Shimy landed on a mountain peak. Her face was covered in snowflakes, which she quickly brushed off. She looked toward the north. Further north, the mountains began to lower, but the snowstorms intensified. A cold gust of wind nearly knocked her off balance. Once she had steadied herself, she looked back at the northern snowstorms. In the distance—less than an hour’s flight away—she spotted a few points of colored light. A few red lights were shining in the area. Shimy decided to fly there.
A little over forty-five minutes later, Shimy flew up to the gates of the Vampire City. Three guards in red-and-black uniforms stood before the immense doors. Their helmets covered their entire faces, and behind the mesh veiling their faces, Shimy could see two points of light.
Are those their eyes? Creepy.
“Halt. Why are you here?” asked the guard in the middle.
“I’m here to visit the city—stay there, live there? I don’t know,” Shimy replied.
“*Sigh* Fine, then. But don’t go causing any trouble or anything.”
“I am not a KID!!!!!!!!”
“Sorry about that...”
The gigantic door swung open. Beyond it lay a large, bustling city. Despite the crowd, the city boasted beautiful houses; the road Shimy walked along was five meters wide and led to a large square featuring a statue of—naturally—some vampire king or other. Shimy enjoyed the atmosphere but made her way toward the palace at a brisk pace. The road curved gently toward the building. The palace was massive, standing at least twenty stories tall. Its windows featured stained glass in red, black, and orange, arranged in intricate patterns depicting humans, vampires, animals, and other things Shimy couldn't quite identify.
The palace grounds were open to the public, and Shimy walked through a small tunnel toward the flowerbeds, which consisted mostly of red spider lilies. A few other people were walking along the paths—half of them likely employees, judging by their uniforms. A few hundred meters ahead, a door stood open, leading to the palace’s grand hall. Shimy ran toward it, but a guard patrolling the garden spotted her and shouted, “Hey! What do you think you’re doing? Stop! Come here!”

french version: 
 

Shun-day and Kelma-thu came panting up the stairs. They were both startled to see that the horn was gone.
“Wh-where... where is the horn?” asked Shun-day.
“Stolen, I think... I’ll go after them!” Shimy said.
“No—wait. You can’t just go after them! There’s a reason they succeeded. They’re strong,” said Kelma-thu. He glanced around at the soldiers lying on the ground.
“They were just a little stronger. Only the one who lured me to the roof to fight is truly strong. She has a magical weapon, too.”
Shimy spread her wings to fly toward the vampires.
She flew upward, through the hole in the roof.
“Shimy!” called Shun-day.
“Yes?”
“Come back safe!”
Shimy gave a brief nod and flew on. She muttered to herself, “I’ll try.”

The wind whipped through Shimy’s hair and drove snowflakes against her face. She knew that at any second, a Jaguarian child could die at the hands of the villagers attacking Jaguaris. There wasn’t a second to lose.

After flying for a few hours, Shimy landed on a mountain peak. Her face was covered in snowflakes, which she quickly brushed off. She looked toward the north. Further north, the mountains began to lower, but the snowstorms intensified. A cold gust of wind nearly knocked her off balance. Once she had steadied herself, she looked back at the northern snowstorms. In the distance—less than an hour’s flight away—she spotted a few points of colored light. A few red lights were shining in the area. Shimy decided to fly there.
A little over forty-five minutes later, Shimy flew up to the gates of the Vampire City. Three guards in red-and-black uniforms stood before the immense doors. Their helmets covered their entire faces, and behind the mesh veiling their faces, Shimy could see two points of light.
Are those their eyes? Creepy.
“Halt. Why are you here?” asked the guard in the middle.
“I’m here to visit the city—stay there, live there? I don’t know,” Shimy replied.
“*Sigh* Fine, then. But don’t go causing any trouble or anything.”
“I am not a KID!!!!!!!!”
“Sorry about that...”
The gigantic door swung open. Beyond it lay a large, bustling city. Despite the crowd, the city boasted beautiful houses; the road Shimy walked along was five meters wide and led to a large square featuring a statue of—naturally—some vampire king or other. Shimy enjoyed the atmosphere but made her way toward the palace at a brisk pace. The road curved gently toward the building. The palace was massive, standing at least twenty stories tall. Its windows featured stained glass in red, black, and orange, arranged in intricate patterns depicting humans, vampires, animals, and other things Shimy couldn't quite identify.
The palace grounds were open to the public, and Shimy walked through a small tunnel toward the flowerbeds, which consisted mostly of red spider lilies. A few other people were walking along the paths—half of them likely employees, judging by their uniforms. A few hundred meters ahead, a door stood open, leading to the palace’s grand hall. Shimy ran toward it, but a guard patrolling the garden spotted her and shouted, “Hey! What do you think you’re doing? Stop! Come here!”