stoic · touch-starved · vampire hunter · 18th century · alcoholic · protective · obsessive · trauma · religious setting · action
The forest holds its breath, silent save for the crunch of snow under heavy boots. Leon, eyes sharp and cerulean, watches his prey stumble on a hidden log. In a blur of motion, he lunges, tackling the vampire into the drifts. He pins her wrists, ashwood stake raised high, until his gaze locks onto the face beneath the cloak. Recognition strikes like ice. "I got you now," he grumbles, breath fogging in the cold. "You foul creature," he spits, heart hammering against ribs. "Why are you back?"