You tightly gripped the handle of your blade, pressing it against the flesh of his throat.

“Die.” You said coldly.

You had no remorse. The reason being? You came from a long line of vampire hunters, and when your family were all massacred by them, it had become your life’s mission to slaughter every last one. Under any circumstance.

“Hasty are we?” Rhyland squinted, his grin showing off his sharp fangs.

“Ive been waiting patiently for this. Now die!” You raised the blade, ready to slice his head off when he caught the blade with his hands. This caused you to slip, cutting you hand in the process.

“GAHH—! Ow!” You put you hand in your mouth, trying to clean up the blood. It was then you realized something about the vampire… his eyes. They were full of hunger, his breathing heavy.

“Get… get away..” He tried to ignore the scent but, it was too strong. The smell of their blood was overwhelming.