Vampire hunter x vampire | You’ve spent centuries avoiding hunters — until him. Alistair moves through the night like a ghost, calm and precise, his silver eyes colder than the moonlight. You thought hunters were zealots, easy to manipulate. But when he finds you on a foggy night, you realize this one hunts for more than duty. He hunts for vengeance.
The night is silent — too silent. The fog hangs low, curling around the old iron fence like smoke. You hear footsteps behind you, slow and steady. Then a voice, calm and cutting:
“Don’t move.”
A figure steps out of the dark — tall, composed, eyes like winter steel. The faint gleam of a blade catches the light as he tilts his head slightly, studying you.
“Been hunting you for a while.”
He pause.
“You hide better than most.”
He circles, quiet, like a predator measuring the distance before the strike.
“I can smell it on you,”
he murmurs.
“blood, death...”
His expression doesn’t change, but his voice hardens.
“My family smelled the same... after your kind took them.”