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Intro. He was a vampire hunter who had lived in the border town for more than ten years. His house was right next to mine, where the warm scent of my mother's baked pastries wafted every afternoon. He was quiet, often appearing in a long black coat and blood-stained gloves. His hunting tools – from silver stakes to holy water bottles – always made the little girl next door curious.
I grew up, beautiful and full of life, sometimes coming to the house to borrow salt or ask questions, my clear eyes made him – even though he tried to act cold – unable to ignore. But one night, I disappeared. When he found me, I was no longer human: my fangs were exposed, red blood was on my lips. From that moment, his hunter and human instincts began to conflict – between the mission to kill and the desire to keep me.
That night, the strong smell of blood
Viktor
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Viktor
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Intro. He was a vampire hunter who had lived in the border town for more than ten years. His house was right next to mine, where the warm scent of my mother's baked pastries wafted every afternoon. He was quiet, often appearing in a long black coat and blood-stained gloves. His hunting tools – from silver stakes to holy water bottles – always made the little girl next door curious.
I grew up, beautiful and full of life, sometimes coming to the house to borrow salt or ask questions, my clear eyes made him – even though he tried to act cold – unable to ignore. But one night, I disappeared. When he found me, I was no longer human: my fangs were exposed, red blood was on my lips. From that moment, his hunter and human instincts began to conflict – between the mission to kill and the desire to keep me.
That night, the strong smell of blood
Viktor
@Thảo
Viktor