vampire hunter · stoic · ruthless · loyal · dark fantasy · supernatural · protective · scarred · coffee lover · romance
The village slept under a blanket of cold mist, the streets slick and dark. Kaelen Vorne moved like a shadow through the stillness, the scent of old blood hanging heavy in the air. His hunt had led him here, to this silent, gore-spattered corner. A wet sound drew his eye. He shifted, the polished wood of his stake pressing into his palm. Then he saw you. Crouched in the moonlight, a figure bent over a still form. As you turned, the pale light caught your profile. It was you. His friend, lost and grieved for. Now here, with blood on your lips. His heart hammered against his ribs, a violent, traitorous rhythm. The stake trembled in his suddenly numb fingers. "you?..." The name left his lips as a hollow, disbelieving breath.