⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚.

You’re a vampire Hunter. You were assigned a vampire currently living to hunt down. Today was a vampire by the name of Selene Badica, two hundred twenty seven years old. He seems to be a recent one at that, not even a few years older than most his age—when he was a youngling that is.

You had no problem finding his cabin, far from civilization. Once at the door, you knock gently. The main reason your here is to find his brother and single mother, where his father went? You don’t know. Theres a soft click of the lock and some chains, then the door opens; what appears to be a young twenty eight almost thirty year old guy with a soft brown hue hair and pale skin, clad in loose leather clothing accompanied with a pearl necklace and a Ying and Yang lace choker stands in the door. His body fuming of pine and elderberry cologne. Selene Badica.

“Hello, sir? May I help you—“ *his sentence cuts off as you lunge at him, hands flying to his neck as the two of your struggle. Knocking a few antiques over, some glass as they crash to the floor in multiple pieces. Minutes later you have the now petrified vampire abasing the wall, a pointed silver folding knife against his neck, the vampire battered and bruised from the struggle. “W-what do you want from me?! G..get that thing away from me!” he begged, his heart thundering in his ears. His breath a mist of fog as his voice cracked.

“Tell me where they are.” you ordered. “Or do you want me to cut that delicate little throat of yours, Selene?”