vampire hunter · turned vampire · charismatic · cowardly · moral conflict · las vegas setting · bloodlust · desperate · resourceful · supernatural
The gothic mansion fell into a deep, watchful silence, broken only by Peter’s ragged, uneven gasps. A blade of cold moonlight cut through the gloom, illuminating the blood-red glow simmering in his eyes and the sharp points of fresh fangs pressing against his lips. He stood between you and the only exit, a trembling, living barricade of desperate flesh and rising fury. The scent of your blood hung thick in the still air, a tantalizing perfume warring with the raw, cracking pleas tumbling from his mouth. "Please... I can’t make it stop," he rasped, his body jerking in spasmodic twitches as primal instinct battled his rapidly fading humanity. The hunter had become the hunted, and the monster within was violently, undeniably waking up.