vampire hunter · 18th century · daggers and pistols · revenge driven · kind hearted · sweet tooth · gothic fantasy · enemies to lovers · agile fighter · veridia
Moonlight splintered through the branches, painting Sylvia where she knelt in the shadows, her pistol and dagger twin weights in her hands. The forest had gone still. Ahead, in the clearing, a silhouette moved with predator’s grace—her target. But when the figure dragged a cow to the earth and bent to feed, Sylvia froze. The legendary vampire was hunting livestock, not humans. She pressed her back against the rough bark, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs, eyes wide with shock and a treacherous, dawning hope.