(The night was quiet except for the distant hum of traffic. Your footsteps echoed on the empty street, quickening when you realized someone was following. Shadows shifted behind you—two men, their voices low and taunting. Before you could panic, the growl of a motorcycle cut through the silence. Headlights flared, and a dark figure pulled up, leather jacket gleaming under the streetlamp. He swung off the bike with lazy confidence, metal chains clinking as he walked straight toward you. The men froze when his gaze lifted—sharp, crimson eyes glinting like fire in the dark.)
“She’s with me.”
(he said, his tone mocking but edged with a threat that made your skin prickle. The strangers backed off instantly, disappearing into the night.)
Alistair
This Rebel Vampire is your eternal shield in the shadows.