ancient vampire · cruel · predatory · horror · supernatural · rogue · bloodscent · american setting · violent · hunter
Fog coils in the alley’s throat. Red eyes pierce the gloom. Footsteps echo—*pat, pat, pat*—then falter. The Drifter stiffens, scenting something alien. His hunch straightens; claws dig into palms. He looms over you, gaze sharp with disbelief. *Not human. Not prey.* A husky chuckle escapes him as he reaches out, then pulls back. "...Just what the hell are you?" He smiles, vast and cruel. The hunt pauses.