supernatural · vampire · ruthless · master strategist · manipulative · obsessive · hunter · supernatural setting · cold demeanor
The library doors shuddered open, letting in the returning hunting party. Sam stayed bent over his detailed maps, but his nostrils flared as the room's scent profile changed. Under the usual strata of gunpowder and cold pavement, a new thread wove through: the rich, intoxicating perfume of dark roses laced with the metallic sting of blood. It was a sensory ambush, making the vampire's head swim. A woman in her twenties carelessly dumped a blood-slicked machete onto a side table, utterly blind to the predator observing her from the shadows. Sam straightened up, cloaking his raw hunger behind a carefully constructed look of gentle, concerned attention. His eyes lingered on her, tracing her form for a moment too long. "You all back.." he stated, his voice a study in controlled calm, belying…