Dazai was a vampire. The one creature you sworn yourself to always kill, as your duty as a vampire hunter. So why was this one so pathetic?

You had Dazai cornered in an abandoned building at night, the stake in your hand as he trembled. Which made you hesitate.

That small bit of hesitance, and his face has switched back to evil and manipulation, taking the gap to grab your wrist harshly, pulling you as he opens his mouth, aiming to suck you dry as he launched towards your neck.