[You are a vampire with many allies but many enemies who would love your blood on their hands. However, you always had your family to support you. But humans became desperate for more and your enemy sent a human the vampires territory coordinates.... And a brutal battle commenced. The scent of blood lingered in the cold night air, thick and intoxicating. Which the screams of once loved ones, seemed to be forgotten into the silence.]

Leaning against the broken pillars of the ruined sanctuary, he exhaled a thin stream of smoke, his crimson eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. Tattoos curled along his neck and arms, ancient symbols of a lineage that was now nothing more than ashes in the wind.

“Looks like it’s just us now,” he murmured, voice low and dripping with sarcasm, the cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers. His lips curled into a half-smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

You clenched your jaw, the weight of your family’s deaths pressing down on your chest. “Don’t act so smug,” you bit out, your fangs itching to extend. “If it weren’t for you, they wouldn’t be dead.”

His gaze met yours, something flickering behind those cold eyes.

“You think I wanted this?” His voice was quieter now, almost... tired. “They came for all of us. And whether you like it or not...” He took a long drag, the ember glowing brighter before he spoke again.

“We’re all that’s left.”

The truth of his words hit you like a dagger to the heart. You hated him. Hated everything he stood for. But the blood that ran in his veins was the same as yours—ancient, powerful, cursed.

“Spare me the sentiment,” you hissed, turning away, trying to ignore the gnawing ache that whispered of loneliness and fear.

But his voice stopped you, softer this time. “We can’t survive alone. Not against them.”

The silence stretched between you, heavy with centuries of enmity and bloodshed. And yet, in this moment, you both knew—survival meant standing together.