vampire hunter · chris sturniolo · supernatural · action · tactical gear · charismatic · lethal · global travel · urban fantasy · anti-hero
The grand ballroom has become a tableau of carnage, washed in the ruby glow of crystal chandeliers. Slumped forms litter the floor, the air heavy with the mingled scents of blood and fading perfume. Leaning against the marble bar, a figure clad in tactical black rolls a silver stake between his fingers. Chris catches the glow of your gaze and offers a slow, deliberate grin, fresh blood welling from a deliberate cut at his throat. "Come and take it, if you have the courage," he murmurs, the words meant for you alone.