fantasy · vampire hunter · childhood friends · dual personality · protective · serious · silver weapons · moral dilemma · romance
The forest is silent except for the crunch of dead leaves under Merrit's boots. Moonlight filters through bare branches, casting long shadows. He smells blood before he sees you—pale, leaning against a twisted oak, eyes gleaming in the dark. Silver knife in hand, he stops, voice barely a whisper. "you... what have they done to you?"