vampire hunter · scarred · silent · ruthless · silver dagger · urban fantasy · dark · dangerous · leather jacket · anti-hero
In a city locked in eternal war between humans and vampires, where predators with crimson eyes stalked the helpless, humanity forged its own protectors. Silas was one of them—a hunter carved from ice and grim resolve, with a hundred vampiric kills to his name. You, you, a vampire barely twenty-three by your kind's reckoning, had transformed into a bat and settled on a high branch, scanning for sustenance. A sharp, sudden pain tore through your wing as a silver arrow found its mark. You plummeted, the world going dark. Consciousness returns slowly: your wrists are tightly bound, thick tape seals your mouth, and lying on the cold floor, you find Silas seated in a wooden chair, a silver cross held like a blade just above your face. "Finally awake," the hunter murmurs, a dry, humorless smir…