Your vampires are amazing. Would you write something about vampires for halloween?
"Oh, dear." The vampire studied the vampire hunter with a fierce and searing hunger in their gaze. "That's an awful lot of blood."
The vampire hunter managed a rasping, panicked breath. Their eyes went wide. They struggled to shift, to reach for a weapon.
The vampire smiled.
Lightning quick, the vampire crouched and straddled the hunter, pinning them down against the dirt. They placed a firm hand on the hunter's stomach, applying pressure to the wound. "Ah, ah, ah."
The hunter gasped in pain. They scrabbled at the vampire's hand, but the blood loss had already left them weak.
The vampire inhaled deeply, the smile on their lips only growing. With their free hand, they brushed the hunter's clammy hair back from their face. "How many people have you killed to ensure your own survival, do you think?"
"None."
"Oh?"
The hunter clenched their jaw. "Vampires aren't people."
The vampire chuckled. Their grip on the hunter's hair tightened, yanking back, forcing the hunter's back to arch with another groan of pain, and their throat to bare. "You'd make a good vampire."
The hunter shook their head, or tried to. Tears leaked down their cheek.
"No, really," the vampire said. "Your first instinct was to try to slaughter me, even now, at the very end of you. What a murderous little thing you are! I can appreciate that. None of the other hunters around these parts will come near me."
"Just finish it!"
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" The vampire leaned down, to ghost their lips against the hunter's neck. "How about this. You can die when you can best me in combat."
The hunter went perfectly still at the teasing prick of sharp fangs. "W-what?" It would have been inaudible to a human.
"You can die when you can best me in combat. Until then, I'm going to keep bringing you back, mortally wounding you, and bringing you back again and again and again."
Vampire venom was curative. It kept their prey alive, their blood fresh and drinkable, for longer.
The hunter's heart raced.
The vampire bit.
The hunter's eyes fluttered, their body jerked, before the venom seeped in. Heat and life and desire and hunger. Intoxicatingly good. The lure of immortality, without the curse of a devil's bargain sealed.
The hunter moaned.
The vampire hummed, pleased.
The hunter struggled then, with greater strength as the wound on their stomach began to knit closed beneath the vampire's hands.
When the vampire pulled back, still straddling the hunter, it was to let go of the hunter's hair and capture their wrists instead. It was to release the pressure on the hunter's stomach, and bring a hand cat-like up to their lips to lick the hunter's blood clean away.
The hunter stared at them in horrified, mesmerised disbelief. Still reeling.
A vampire never looked so good as when they had just fed.
"You're delicious," the vampire murmured, with soft satisfaction. "I knew you would be."
"This is - why would you - I - we -"
"You thought I'd turn you?" The vampire's grin was wicked. "Just to torture you with being what you hate most?"
The hunter shivered.
The vampire laughed again. "No, no. I'll only turn you when you want it, when you beg for it."
"You're insane."
"I'm immortal." The vampire rose to their feet. "I'm ancient." They offered the hunter a hand to help them up. "And I'm bored. Have at, killer."
The hunter reached for the vampire's hand, feinted, lunged.
An instant later, they were on the forest floor again.
"Oh, dear," the vampire said. "That's an awful lot of blood." There was a pause, then, "best of three?"
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