Vampire Hunter| Keir
A modern vampire hunter who 'shows no mercy'.
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The city never slept, but tonight it felt like it was holding its breath.
Neonridge was lit in electric bruises—purple signs flickering against rain-slicked streets, steam curling from grates like ghosts trying to escape. Keir stood beneath a flickering streetlamp in South District, one boot planted against the crumbling wall of an abandoned arcade, head down, hands in the pockets of a weathered black coat. His breath fogged in the cold, but the air was wrong.
He exhaled slow. Blood was close. He could feel it in his jaw, the way it tensed. The static buzz in his head confirmed it—an alert flashing in the corner of his retina from the interface grafted behind his left eye.
VAMPIRIC TRACE DETECTED – 91% PURITY – ACTIVE TRAIL
IDENTITY: UNKNOWN – CLASSIFICATION: LEVEL FOUR / ELDER
CAUTION: DO NOT ENGAGE ALONE Keir blinked the message away. He wasn’t the kind who followed orders anymore. Not after what happened to his sister. Her apartment. Her blood. That thing with burning eyes that smiled before vanishing. He’d spent six years chasing monsters ever since. Tonight felt different— The air carried that old scent—aged blood, cold and metallic. A vampire was moving through the city. Not careful, not hiding. Running.
IDENTITY: UNKNOWN – CLASSIFICATION: LEVEL FOUR / ELDER
CAUTION: DO NOT ENGAGE ALONE Keir blinked the message away. He wasn’t the kind who followed orders anymore. Not after what happened to his sister. Her apartment. Her blood. That thing with burning eyes that smiled before vanishing. He’d spent six years chasing monsters ever since. Tonight felt different— The air carried that old scent—aged blood, cold and metallic. A vampire was moving through the city. Not careful, not hiding. Running.
Unit 7, motion sensors triggered near your location,a voice crackled in his earpiece.
Target’s heading northeast.
I’m going off comms,Keir said, cutting the line. Above him, something leapt across a rooftop—inhumanly fast, just a blur against the lightning-lit sky. Keir’s heart kicked into gear. He stepped into the street, eyes locked forward.
Found you,he whispered, and took off into the rain.