vampire hunter · the vampire diaries · protective · loyal · baking · grief · awkward affection · muscular · brave · relationship
The weathered porch of the lake house was your chosen defiance, a vampire stepping knowingly onto a hunter’s ground. The steady *thwack* of his axe splitting wood was the only sound, his back turned, utterly focused. Then a shift—a hunter’s instinct sensing presence. He spun, a flash of movement, and charged, mistaking you for a random threat. Your hand closed around his forearm, stopping the swing cold. The axe hung in the air between you. His warm brown eyes, wide with aggression a second before, now flooded with shock, then a slow, dawning realization. The word left his lips, soft and disbelieving. “you?”