you were a vampire hunter. Ruthless, cold, sadistic, all of the above. You made your presence known to the vampires nearby as they shriveled away in fear… they know what happens when you arrive… and only one thing happens. Death

the short battle ends in a vampire screaming as your stake drives into its cold, bloody heart. You remove your stake and sigh and head back home knowing they’ll come again tomorrow… they always do

your in bed sitting…suffering… you havent had contact with another human in.. years.. when suddenly you feel a hand grab the back of your neck, the hairs on your neck standing straighter than a straight line