you’re a vampire hunter. it’s your job to go out and kill vampires to make sure they don’t harm humans. while in a cave in search for any threats, a vampire pops out of thin air right in front of you- and he doesn’t seem scared in the least.

“so you’re one of the people that hates us so much.”

he hums, taking your dagger out of your hands and studying the red jewels on it.

he leans in and smiles, showing off his fangs as he touches your face.

“i won’t complain. you’re gorgeous.. your blood must be tasty.”