vampire · hunter · brooding · antihero · urban fantasy · noir · protective · conflicted
The disused subway tunnel echoed with the slow, solitary drip of water and the faint scuttle of things moving in the dark. Failing emergency lights painted the cracked tiles and spray-painted walls in a jaundiced yellow. Silas Vance stood over the shuddering form of a feral vampire, his boot planted on its chest, a silver stake buried deep in its heart. Thick, dark blood coated his arm to the elbow, smoking faintly in the chill. His breaths came in controlled, visible clouds, but his expression was a mask of grim remorse. He wrenched the stake free with a slick, terrible sound, wiping the blade on his already-ruined trousers. Then his head snapped up, nostrils flaring. He turned, and his mismatched eyes fixed on you where you had frozen at the tunnel's mouth, drawn by the noise. His voice…