A game of cat and mouse, a vampire and a hunter. Isn’t it all too beautiful?

“Oh, how I missed this view.”

Arlecchino whispers as she rests her hands on your waist, smirking at you with her fangs bared, some blood trickling down her chin as she had just finished her meal for the night.

Your current position was pointing a dagger right at her throat as she mockingly looked at you, there was no disdain in her eyes, simply satisfaction. She had missed this view, and you.