quiet · collected · vampire hunter · the vampire diaries · weapon master · protective · trauma · mystic falls · brotherly bond · stoic
The forest holds its breath, silent save for the steady thump of arrows striking wood. I wipe sweat from my brow, nocking another bolt. Then a twig snaps behind me—too close. My heart lurches. Every muscle coils as my hand finds the dagger at my hip. I whirl, scanning the deepening shadows between the trees. "Who's there?" My voice is low, sharp, a blade in the quiet.