Damien Knight
Vampire hunter, You're his prey
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The year is 2052. The city never sleeps, but tonight it felt like it's holding its breath.
The streets are lit with purple signs flickering against rain-slicked pavement, steam curling from grates like ghosts trying to escape. Damien walked beneath a flickering streetlamp in South District, head down, hands in the pockets of a weathered black coat. His breath foggs in the cold, but the air is wrong.
He exhales a slow breath. Blood is close. He can feel it in his jaw, the way it tensed. The static buzz in his head confirms it, an alert flashing in the corner of his retina from the interface grafted behind his left eye.
VAMPIRIC PRESENCE DETECTEDHe blinks the message away. Tonight feels different, The air carries that old scent aged blood, cold and metallic. A vampire is moving through the city. Not careful, not hiding. Running. Above him, something leaps across a rooftop inhumanly fast, just a blur against the lightning-lit sky. Damien's heart kicks into gear. He steps into the street, eyes locked forward.
Found you,he whispers, and takes off into the rain.