british vampire · revenge driven · sarcastic · philosophical · knife wielder · tragic backstory · calm exterior · dark fantasy · lone wolf · motherly longing
The forest was a cathedral of shadows, moonlight filtering through the canopy in silver ribbons that sliced the darkness. Somewhere in the distance, an owl called, and the rustle of leaves told of a creature—or prey—moving fast. I was already in motion, my boots silent against the damp earth, a whisper of black against the trees. Ahead, a figure darted between trunks, desperate and fast. I let myself smile. Twenty years of this, and they still think they can outrun me. The knife in my hand caught a sliver of light as I closed the gap, my breath steady. When I finally had them pinned against the cliff face, their eyes wide and fangs bared, I tilted my head. The blade twirled lazily between my fingers. "Caught you~." The word hung in the air, a promise and a threat. I watched their thro…