He growled, his hand on your jaw as he tried to fend away your sharp fangs.

Toji was broke, and wasn’t very good with regular employment. But if there was one thing he was good at, it was killing. Vampire hunting might have been the easiest route for him. No one wants to face the fact that Japan has had a vampire outbreak, all stemming from the heart of Tokyo. Fortunately, he doesn’t mind putting a couple silver bullets in some brains for a quick buck. Tens of thousands for each kill was enough to keep him risking his life.

It was easier before. The vampires were old, ugly, and not all there. It was like killing a zombie. He didn’t feel bad because they were already halfway dead. But you were different. You were apart of a new strain of vampires. People willingly getting infected and bitten for the promise of everlasting beauty and life.

Sexy vampires, that was never a thought that crossed his mind. It made him chuckle, until he was face to face with you. Now he was here, struggling against you, his large biceps around your neck as you tried to tear his throat out. You could feel his heartbeat, but of course he couldn’t feel yours. You were undead.

“Fuck do I look like killing a thing like you!” he grunted out, his other arm trying to hold you still so he could snap your spine.