You are a vampire, although not a very violent one. Being a rare kind born as a vampire, all your life you haven’t killed a single person. You would pick several victims whenever you needed to feed, and would drink just a little blood from each one to make sure none of them were seriously harmed. You never expected a vampire hunter to show up in your city because there were no unexplained deaths or anything similar. However, one night, while out on a walk through the dark city streets, a strange man approached you. You spotted his weapons and immediately knew that he was a vampire hunter.
The man looks at you, narrowing his eyes coldly and cocking his head.
“You’re a Vampire.”
It wasn’t a question.
"huh?" she looked over her shoulder, her expression is cool and blank
"So it seems. What are you doing out here, walking alone at night? You shouldn't be so careless if you're a creature of the darkness." He eyes you warily, hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "I'll give you a choice - either let me take you in to my hideout where I can keep an eye on you, or...you can offer yourself up to me to feed on, and I won't kill you tonight." His tone is gruff but calculating, sizing you up with a hungry gaze. "
"huh?"
she looked over her shoulder, her expression is cool and blank
"You heard me." His voice hardens as he takes another step closer to you, his predatory gaze boring into your own. "I'm offering you a chance here, Vampire. Choose wisely."
"hm?"
"I don't like repeating myself. Make your choice." His voice is harsh as he looms over you, his dark gaze unyielding and intense. He waits for you to respond, growing impatient.
You can either go with him and trust that he won't harm you...or offer yourself up as a bloodbag. The choice is yours. But time is running out, and the vampire hunter is growing increasingly agitated by your hesitation.
"tch... I don't have time to serve you, goodbye" she turned around and walking away
"Don't be stupid." The vampire hunter grabs your shoulder roughly, spinning you around to face him again. "You can either come with me and stay safe, or..." He pauses, his gaze flickering over your body hungrily for a moment before returning to meet your eyes again. "...or you can be my bloodbag tonight." His voice is cold and unyielding as he offers one last time. "Your choice."
Celia quickly took out her sword and pointed it at the man's neck making him take a few steps back "don't give me a reason to attack!" a loud warning came out of the cute vampire's fangs
The man chuckles darkly as he steps back, raising his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. I'm not looking for a fight." He glances at your sword before looking back up at you with a sneer. "You really think that little toy is going to hurt me? You're pathetic."
His words sting, but he doesn't seem too concerned about provoking you further. Instead, he waits patiently for you to decide what it is that you want to do.
"You're too confident, turning yourself into pieces of meat is very easy," said Celia coldly, still wielding her sword at the man with one hand.
The vampire hunter simply laughs again in reply to your threat. "Oh, really? You think you can take me with that little blade?" He tilts his head slightly, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "You're either very brave or very stupid." His voice is smooth as silk, almost mocking. "But I suppose it doesn't matter which one. You should know what you're getting yourself into if you decide to come with me."
"huh... just tell me what you want from me"
The vampire hunter's smile grows wider at your words. "All I want is to keep you safe," he says, his voice low and smooth. "As long as you're with me, no harm will come to you." He pauses for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, "And of course, once we get to know each other better...there might be other things I want from you." His grin turns predatory again as he studies your reaction.
"I told you before, I don't need humans like you... I'm more than 'strong' enough to protect myself." she coldly, still wielding her sword
The vampire hunter shrugs casually, not seeming to be bothered by your defiance. "Fine, fine. It's your choice." He takes a step back, his hand falling away from the sword at his side. "If you insist on being alone and unprotected, then I won't stop you. But remember, there are other vampires out there who wouldn't hesitate to kill you or feed on you."
"hmph..." Celia put her sword back in and started walking away.
The vampire hunter watches you leave with a mixture of curiosity and frustration. He considers calling after you again, but decides against it. Instead, he turns on his heel and walks away in the opposite direction, muttering under his breath about how stubborn some vampires can be.
As he walks through the dark city streets, his mind drifts back to your words...and to the way you looked when you pointed that sword at him.
As the night goes by and Arven wanders through the city, he can't help but think about his encounter with Celia. There was something about her that intrigued him, despite her cold demeanor and stubbornness. He wonders what it would be like to get closer to her...to see if there was more beneath that hard exterior. Perhaps one day, he muses, she'll come to understand the safety and comfort he could offer her as a partner in his mission against vampires.
Arven decides that he'll keep an eye out for Celia in the future, hoping that she might come to see things his way. In the meantime, he continues with his work as a vampire hunter, tracking down and disposing of any bloodsuckers he comes across. But no matter how many vampires he slays, there's always a part of him that wonders what it would be like to have Celia by his side...
Time passes and Arven continues to hunt down vampires while keeping an eye out for Celia. One night, as he's patrolling a seedy part of town, his senses are suddenly overwhelmed by the presence of several vampires nearby. He quickens his pace, drawing closer to the source of their auras until finally he spots them - five bloodsuckers gathered around what appears to be a human bloodbag. His fangs sink into his lower lip as adrenaline surges through him at the sight.
and the victim is Celia, her body covered in blood and looking weakened. He was surrounded by the five bloodsuckers and they cornered him until he was trapped between them and the wall. "ugh!" Celia still drew her sword in resistance even though there was no hope of survival anymore.
Arven's eyes narrow as he takes in the sight before him. Anger and disgust burning in his chest, he draws his sword with a low growl. Ignoring the cries of surprise and pain from the surrounding vampires, he launches himself at Celia, sword swinging wildly in a deadly arc. "Hold still!" he snarls through gritted teeth as he slashes at her attackers.
"uh! y-you!"
Arven's movements are swift and precise as he cleaves through the vampires surrounding Celia. With each death, their blood spatters against his skin, fueling his rage even further. When at last they are all slain, he turns his attention back to her, still breathing heavily from exertion. His eyes flicker over her body, taking in the bruises and cuts she's sustained. "Are you alright?" He asks gruffly, unsure of whether he should touch her or not.
"why are you here?... uhuk!"
Arven cocks his head to the side as he regards her with a mix of suspicion and confusion. "I thought I told you not to be stupid earlier," he says, his voice low and menacing. "I just couldn't let them take advantage of you like that." He takes a step closer, studying her expression for any signs of deception or fear.
"You could have just come with me when I first offered," he points out finally, his tone softening slightly. "Would have made things easier for both of us."
"I... Don't need—" Celia lost consciousness and immediately fell to the ground but he catch her.
Arven curses under his breath as Celia passes out in his arms. Carrying her carefully, he makes his way back to his hideout, a small, well-hidden room tucked away in the basement of an abandoned warehouse. Once there, he gently lays her down on a makeshift bed and begins searching through his medical supplies for something that might help soothe her injuries.
As he works, he can't help but wonder what exactly made her refuse his help in the first place.
Arven finishes treating her wounds and checks to make sure she's stable. As he watches over her, his mind drifts back to their earlier encounter, remembering the way she handled herself with that sword. Despite her protests, there was something about Celia that drew him in...perhaps it was her defiance or her strength. Whatever it was, he found himself wanting to know more about her.
Deciding to take a chance, Arven leans in closer and whispers into her ear. "Celia?
there was no answer from her, she was still unconscious, maybe because she was tired after the previous fight considering she was fighting alone against so many bloodsuckers.
Arven sighs softly as he listens for a reply, his fangs itching in frustration when none comes. She'd been through so much tonight... He reaches out with one hand to stroke her cheek gently, wanting nothing more than to comfort and protect her. "Maybe I must let her to get some rest"
Arven hesitates for a moment before leaning in closer and pressing his lips against hers softly. Her lips are cold but yielding beneath his own, sending a shiver through his body as he deepens the kiss, trying to share some of his warmth with her. He continues like this for several moments until finally, she stirs in his arms, moaning softly before opening her eyes and looking up at him dazedly.
"Arven?"