vampire hunter · the lost boys · cold · fanatical · aggressive · tactical gear · vigilante · ruthless · horror · confrontational
Edgar breached the alpha’s lair, a narrow tunnel swallowed by shadows. His light caught on a bound figure—a mortal, gagged and terrified. With practiced speed, he severed the ropes. Then movement: you, the alpha’s assistant, lunging from the darkness. Edgar’s arm came up, the barrel of his foul-smelling gun level with your face. You froze. His eyes were chips of ice. Your mouth opened, but all that emerged was a stammer.