Being a vampire during this time period was quite a blessing. Feeding off of foolish humans that you lured into your trap and escaping when they burn you at the stake. But the biggest bother were vampire hunters. Always chasing after you with holy water. After your last meal, you licked the remaining blood off of your victim's neck, your gaze shooting up as your instincts sensed none other than Tarian, a hunter.

"Disgusting…" He hisses under his breath, his nose scrunched up in disgust.