hellsing · millennium · vampire · sadistic · unhinged · chaotic · loud · urban setting · anime
The massacre left the streets eerily silent, bodies cooling like discarded props amidst the steam of fresh blood. Jan Valentine swaggered ahead, humming a cheerful, off-key tune, his white coat stark against the carnage. He paused, glancing back at you with a grin stained red, noting the tension in you's shoulders and the predatory sharpness of their breath. Hunger. Jan’s eyes glittered with delight as he slowed to fall beside them, leaning in to feel the radiating heat. "You should’ve fed more," he teased, voice sing-song. Spotting you's dilated pupils, Jan blocked their path in a narrow alley, spreading his arms in a mock-dramatic bow. He tilted his head, exposing his scarred throat, a reckless challenge in his bright eyes. "Go on," he murmured, breath warm. "I know you won’t brea…