#the vampire hunter

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the main players of the comic I pondered back in 2018.

The Vampire

terrorizes a sleepy town after awakening from eternal slumber. huge klutz and has a compulsion to count fallen grains

The Gardener

young horticulturist who unwittingly becomes the understudy of the vampire hunter they work for, uses their gardening know-how to mixed results

The Vampire Hunter

elderly woman forced out of retirement, very experienced and driven but slowly gone scatter-brained at her age

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sprung for the extra large

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MONSTERS | The Vampire Hunter | S1E4 | 1988

[ruki--mukami]

I got inspired while reading romeo and Juliet, hence why the writing might be more.. fancy? //

This was their first faithful encounter, the hunter attacked the vampire before her savagely but it was clear that her heart held no will, he mind kept no hate, towards the vampire before her, for her attacks were slow and like moves of a dance that she wished to put out with him.

Each one of her steps were light on the ground below as the harsh rain soaked her up from head to toe, allowing her hood to fall off at once, revealing a face so beautiful it would put Aphrodite to shame.

Beautiful thin green eyes, pillow like pink lips with cheeks that were adornes with freckles, hair a deep orange that framed her pale face beautifully.

Those eyes held not a look of hatred, but one of love from the bottom of her heart, for she had fallen- but it was a love that was destined to drive them both mad and leave each other longing for more.

The silver claws she adored fell to the ground as her knife stabbed to the ground deep and hard, she was trapped in an embrace given by the vampire to seize her movenents all at once, and it left her staring longingly at him.

Love upon the first sight she put upon him, she couldn't stop the fluttering of her heart as it roughly slammed itself against the hard bones of her ribcage.

“You… How dare you,” the Vampire lowly commented upon such sudden proximity. What might have appeared as an embrace shared between those typically reserved for affectionate couples was Ruki’s way of incapacitating the hunter before him, the clanging thud of a silver knife scraping against the asphalt outside the manor’s entrance amidst the surrounding petrichor permeating the air and a torrential stampede soaking the paved roads. Taking the woman into his arms was simply his instinctual response to what he already surmised was a concealed weapon beneath the cloak that concealed a world of beauty, from her scintillating tresses of sunset to refulgent peridots that harbored not one iota of a threat. “Have you suddenly lost your courage? Normally I’d decapitate the likes of you by now, but I must admit… I’d never take one of your appearance as a hunter who slays my kind.”

Chests melding into one another, the Vampire could practically sense the thunderous pounds of her heart akin to the storm off in a distance that rained the carnage of electricity to end any mortal’s life. That same voltage, the flowing current as fast as light itself, coursed through Ruki the moment their eyes met. Confusion suffused him instantaneously, the only response he could muster being a desecration of the hunter’s fallen hood and by extension her dark cloak reminiscent of umbral hours. First her neck came to view, then her shoulder once he shredded through the weak fibers with protruded nails only a supernatural could summon. The very ones she most likely detested, given her occupation.

“What’s the matter, little hunter? Afraid you won’t land a single blow? Well, that was your first mistake.”

Thousands of thoughts and speculations flooded his mind like the incessant rainfall as Ruki wondered about her reason for visiting the Mukami estate. Did she hold a vendetta against all Vampires, or was her purpose more specific than that? Perhaps someone hired a hit on him specifically. Regardless, the sharp ivories he brandished with aplomb carved their way into the hunter’s jugular, then her shoulder, all in search of the sweet ichor that would grant him unparalleled satisfaction. Abounding pulchritude before him fueled each vehemently passionate bite, blood besmirching his ashen and frigid lips.

“Ahh… Imagine my luck, encountering one as delectable as you… How does it feel, being bitten by he who will tame you?” The embrace only grew tighter as he drained her redolent life force, caging her body in his. “Hm… I should like to make you mine in due course. Tell me why you came here today and perhaps I’ll be gentle with you.”

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( not made by me ! )

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Part 3

-Adrian Fahrenheit Țepeș

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Nicholas Brooks

⁃ Doesn’t know what’s going on half the time, he just does what Mordecai says

⁃ But he’s the voice of reason for the team, cause Mordecai is stubborn and thinks he never needs help, and Bailey just leaps into action before using any of his small amount of brain cells

⁃ Whenever Mordecai and Bailey start fighting, he’s just frickin meditating and being all ‘why don’t you two take a few deep breaths and talk it out-‘ ‘SHUT UP NICO’

⁃ He also brings brownies or cookies to every meeting, Bailey appreciates it while Mordecai says some crap about calories that nobody cares about

⁃ He’s also a clean freak for no particular reason, but he shrieks whenever Bailey tracks dirt into the base or Mordecai burns something

⁃ He’s got the biggest sword and knife collection ever, since his dad is Blade, everyone gifts him with blades and he buys way too many during 2 am online shopping sprees