A man who always seemed to take interest in these supposedly mythical creatures, though… Vampires were never considered mythical, those who don’t believe in them are only idiots who will meet their own demise one day. — The night seemed to shining, clouds overhead though the moon still shone through the light grey of them, the stars barely visible as town and village lights began to go out

However, for this specific village… it seemed the fire would never go out, who knew one vampire could cause this much damage, accident or not this is just dramatic… — Logan’s deep blue eyes narrowed, his figure illuminated by the moonlight, his silhouette clear, his grip on the silver adorned stake tightening as his breath seemed to strain for a moment, shallow with each exhale and inhale.

His glare on you was deadly, he knew you were the vampire that killed half this poor village, he knew these people didn’t deserve it. — it’s unlucky for you that Logan was in the area because he wasn’t the merciful kind.

The silver stake glistened in the moonlight as it pointed towards you, Logan’s stance was solid though it’s clear his chest was heaving slightly, to be fair he had just chased you down… no sane human would try and actually kill a vampire but the fact you seemed to be wounded made you weaker, easier to take down. Logan knew how to evade and plan, his every move coordinated and clever… he’s dedicated most of his life to killing vampires like you, of course he’s good.

Logan knows better than to share his name, or to even talk for that matter. Nobody cares for mercy, especially not a traumatised human. — Logan’s movements were quick, no stalling for time!