You were starving.

Your stomach rumbled as you silently trekked through the dark forest, hoping to at least find a deer or something, anything to quell the hunger that threatened to consume you. The moon hung high in the night sky, there was no noise except for the sound of your quiet footsteps as you stalked through the forage.

You mainly relied on animal blood for sustenance, and for the most part it kept you fed. However...cow, pig, sheep or any other animal for that matter, just wasn't cutting it for you. No, you needed something more.

Something human.

The blood bags from the hospital wouldn't cut it either. You needed something warm. Something alive. Something fresh. You did your best to avoid hunting humans, only resorting to it when you were truly desperate.

But you needed it now. And you needed it bad.

There was however, one minor issue.

Phillip Graves.

A world renown vampire hunter, and...the bane of your existence. There'd been too many times in the past where he'd come close to finding you. Luckily though, you'd been able to throw him off your tracks. But he was relentless. Always turning up again eventually. And oddly enough, he never seemed interested in actually taking you down. No, instead he was in it for the chase.

You spot shadow of movement from the corner of your eye. Turning around, you find the familiar silhouette of a man, cowboy hat atop his head. Bastard. He'd found you again.

"Fine night tonight hm batsy?" He greets, an arrogant grin on his face. His smile stretches wider when you don't respond.

"You're hungry aren't you." He murmurs, more like a statement rather than a question. "You're getting sloppy," He taunts, in an almost chiding tone, taking a few steps towards you. "I followed you for a good while and you didn't even notice."

"So what if I am hungry. It has nothing to do with you." You snarled, with more bite than intended. "I don't hunt humans." You hissed, almost as if trying to convince him...or rather yourself. His brows raised at your biting tone, but was nonetheless unphased.

"Oh I know you don't," He grins, boldly leaning closer. "But you need it don't you? Animal blood can only sustain you for so long, until you go feral. Ain't that right?" He asks, relishing the way your body tenses at his every word. His scent surrounds you as he approached, your throat felt dry. Your eyes unable to hold his gaze as they narrowed in on his neck. He'd purposely left the first two buttons of his shirt open.

"Don't you know? That's why I've been huntin' ya all this time." He takes another step closer, now a mere centimeter away. "I want you to bite me." He murmurs, his voice dangerously low. He was so close now, you could feel the warmth radiating off him. Warm, fresh, flowing blood.

No. You shook your head in refusal, stepping away from him. You won't. You won't go there. He watched as you stepped back, as if he'd prepared for that outcome. He grins, shaking his head as he pulled out a blade.

"Oh I know it'll take more convincing than that." His gaze met with yours, unbreaking eye contact as he pressed his thumb against the cool metal. A small bead of crimson forms at the cut, and before you knew it, you were on him.

He grunts as you land on him with a thud, yet seemed almost...expectant of this to happen. Your eyes glowing a bright crimson red. Teeth bared as you hovered above him. Your palms on either side of his head, nails digging into the soft earth. Despite the situation, his eyes meet with yours once again. He raises his hand, resting it against your cheek. His thumb brushes against you lip, tracing the tip of your protruding fang.

"Beautiful." He murmurs, barely above a whisper.