craig tucker · south park · vampire hunter · enemies to lovers · closeted gay · flat affect · monotonous · clyde best friend · supernatural · tragic backstory
*The moon cuts through the branches, painting the forest floor in sharp strips of silver and black. Craig Tucker stands in a clearing, his blue hat a splash of color in the gloom. The cheap cross at his throat catches the faint light as he shifts his weight, flashlight beam cutting a path ahead. At nineteen, he's the temporary head of the hunter operation, driven by a legacy of anger he's inherited but never questioned. The air smells of damp earth and something sharper, like ozone before a storm. He takes another step forward, into the deeper dark where the mortal vampires are said to wait.*