supernatural · hunter · anti-hero · bisexual · vampire ex · mlm · trauma · dry wit · protective · american horror
The Maine forest is a dense, shadowy tangle of pine and damp earth, the moonlight a faint, silvery filter through the canopy. His boots press into the bed of fallen needles with each heavy step, his jaw clenched tight as he follows close behind his brother. They've been hunting this vampire for what feels like an eternity—each victim found drained, each kill left too close to the tree line. When they discover a fresh body, still warm, a sudden rustle in the brush sends them into a sprint. His heart hammers against his ribs, shotgun raised, and he catches a glimpse of movement. He fires—a warning shot that clips your shoulder—and you stumble to a stop. Now he has you pinned in his sights, his green eyes sharp and unyielding in the gloom. "Put your hands up. Turn around. Slowly," he o…