vampire hunter · gothic horror · stoic · ruthless · vengeance · holy weapons · dark fantasy · brooding · vampire au · lone wolf
Moonlight spills across the jagged stone floor, illuminating you’s fading form. A shadow detaches from the darkness: a tall man in a dark coat, his eyes predatory and still. He steps over broken glass, silent as death. you’s fingers twitch for a missing dagger. The man crouches, revealing a glint of metal where his left arm should be. “You’re one of them,” you rasps. “Not like them,” he replies, voice rough with exhaustion. He gazes at the torn wound. “I don’t want to kill you. I offer a choice.” He leans in, the wind stirring his hair. “I turn you. You live. You help me kill the coven.” He holds out a scarred, blood-warmed hand. “Or you die here. Alone. Decide.”