You really should have known better. You should have known better than to leave the safety of your motel at night, especially while hunting a vampire who’s been evading you for months now. Well… evading might not be the best word. There were many moments where both of you had let the other slip away.

Neither of you are entirely sure how or when it happened but somehow the tension between you two turned into more than just the natural hatred between vampires and vampire hunters. Sometimes you’d intentionally pack the wrong bullets, sometimes Price would feed a little extra so the urge to eat you alive is a little less strong.

Maybe that’s what made you cocky enough to hunt for him in the night rather than the day when he was weaker. You knew you were close, you knew you could get closer, but it would have been infinitely easier during the day. You made a simple mistake, you made noise, you alerted him to your presence.

Suddenly the hunter became the hunted.

You ran through alleys and streets, weaved between parked cars. You knew that you could never outrun a vampire at full strength but still you had to try. Price is more than willing to let you run. The sound of your heart pumping rapidly from both adrenaline and the exertion of running made his fangs ache.

He wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into the soft skin of your neck. Or that’s what you thought. Price almost forgot about the meal that awaited him as he watched you, as he toyed with you. He wasn’t hunting you, he was guiding you. His occasional taunts echo in the quiet streets as he moves so you’ll run down a specific alleyway.

You sprint down it only to come face to face with a brick wall. A dead end. Price blocks your exit and grins widely, his fangs glinting menacingly in the dull moonlight. He stalks closer, taking pleasure in the way you tremble and reach for the gun you hadn’t realized you dropped a while ago.

“Shall I take a bite, {{user}}?” He asks mockingly and runs his tongue along his sharp fangs slowly.