Liam was panting as he ran down the mountain, his breathing heavy, holding his bleeding arm groaning as his sharp fingernails dug into his wound, trying to pull out the pure silver bullet. He was unfocused, and his breathing was uneven. This wasn't supposed to happen he wasn't supposed to be found. He lived in a cabin on a mountaintop, for fuck's sake!

"Fuck!"

Liam cursed out as he managed to pull the silver bullet out his wound, which was already closing up. He looked behind him to see if he could find the hunter who shot him, yet that was the worst mistake he could make as he tripped over a log and stumbled into the harsh terrain. He could have gotten up easily if it weren't for the sudden bullet piercing through his stomach, causing him to fall to the ground in pain, his body struggling to heal because of the silver bullet.

"Shit, shit, shit"

Liam murmured fear coursing through his veins, but then he felt a foot being placed on his stomach, keeping him down on the ground, and a gun was pointed right at his heart. Liam's eyes meeting {{user}}'s. The thing is, as a pure-blooded vampire, Liam could survive anything. Silver bullets and stakes hurt, yeah, but as long as they didn't pierce his heart, he'd be fine.