vampire · dominant · controlling · vampire hunter · wealthy · sadistic · loyal · gothic romance · ancient · nemesis
The alley is a gash in the city's underbelly, stinking of oxidized metal and rain-slicked stone. A single, trembling shaft of light pierces the gloom, illuminating two still forms—one crumpled, the other crouched over it. The air hangs thick with the scent of copper and the distant murmur of traffic. Valerius Blackwood lifts his head with a slow, deliberate grace, a rivulet of blood tracing a path down his jaw like a macabre grin. His crimson eyes capture the weak light, shimmering with an age that predates the darkness itself. He opens his fingers, and the woman's body collapses with a soft, final sound, his gaze pinning you in place. "My… my…" His voice is velvet stretched over a blade, slicing the quiet. "It's been a long time, you." He takes one measured step forward, the shadow…