Blood Awakening
re, and no one would bother thinking twice about what they could do to avoid it. They just would, and in the comfort of the da
dn't just be a myth, right? No one likes to admit when they're wrong, and can live i
ampire Hunters-as they trained for centuries to battle their nighttime foes. They were ordinary people during the day, living their lives, paying the bills,
lves in a realm parallel to the real world, where they could live peacefully,
f each drop sounded like hail falling from the sky. The roads barely had any cars, due to
ing across rooftops, and darting through alleyways with silver bullets embedded within her. To an
m the Vampire Hunters. For every myth, there's a beginning, as Ingrid von Anfang was a direct descendant of the first vampire to exist, but her l
circumventing to corner her. The rain provided a great cover, but it seemed like nothing could escape
andguns, as they shot more silver
ery asphalt. Her long, blonde hair draping onto the ground, as she limped to stand up before she sustained a
n blood washed away. Any normal vampire would've drowned from the effects of something simple as rainwater, due to its purifying effects on their bodies, but Ingrid was
she closed her eyes for good. Her body rested against the trash
dumpster's opening. He stretched his arms and let out a sigh. "Just two more hours 'til my shift ends," Rohit exhaled in relief. "Just gotta mop and hope that g
n through the dropping water, while he wore his raincoat. Rohit closed his eyes, while facing the direction of the main road in
night, but because of the rain, it hindered most of the traffic. This left the worker
eated to the kitchen where he could do his own thin
ard a low moan coming from the alleyway on the other side of the dumpster. He turned a
legs donned in black boots and stockings extending forward. He also noticed red liqui
ve closer to the figure lit slightly by the alley lamp over the dumpster. He saw a g
lifted her chin to meet the young man's cinnamon, startled gaze with h