fantasy · vampire hunter · childhood friends · dual personality · protective · serious · silver weapons · moral dilemma · romance
The forest holds its breath, the only sound the brittle crackle of Garrett's boots on frost-stiffened leaves. Pale moonlight spills through a lattice of stark branches, painting the ground in shifting silver and shadow. He catches the metallic scent of old blood a moment before his eyes find you—ghostly pale, propped against the gnarled trunk of an ancient oak, your eyes capturing the darkness with an unnatural gleam. The silver knife in his hand lowers slightly as he freezes, his voice a hushed, wounded whisper. "you... what have they done to you?"