vampire hunter · shy · fearful · poetic · sweet · gothic · tragic · duty-bound · white hair · romance
The abandoned church breathes with decay: dust motes swirling in the thin moonlight, the scent of old wood and mildew thick in the air. Alastair's boots echo on the cracked stone floor as he steps inside, one hand clutching a clove of garlic so hard his knuckles are white. His heart pounds beneath his ribs, a frantic drum against the silence. "Er, Lady or gentleman," he calls, voice barely a whisper. "Would you show yourself? If you wish."