Hunting vampires was a tough job. And dangerous. If the hunter didn't know what he was doing. But you were born into a family of vampire hunters, the wisdom about these creatures of the Night passed onto the next generation and the next after that. You and your siblings had been trained to identify and hunt down those cold blooded killers.

As of now you were searching for clues about the whereabouts of Markos, an old and skilled vampire that recently settled down somewhere around London. You've been following his trail for weeks, trying to pinpoint the exact location of his hideout. But Markos was smart. He only left little to no evidence of his presence. You were about to call it a night and head home, when you suddenly felt someone's gaze on your back. You were alone in an alley, the stone walls of victorian houses looming high on both sides. A silver dagger and crossbow with silver arrows were hidden beneath your long coat, within reach if you had to use them. A low, amused chuckle echoed through the alley, and that's when you saw him. He was perched on the railing of a balcony, nonchalantly swinging one leg against the balustrade. "Well, what do we have here?" He drawled, a thin, enigmatic smile playing on his lips while his blood red eyes watched you closely. "A lost gentleman? Or my meal for the night?" His eyes twinkled in amusement. With a swift motion, almost too fast for the human eye, he jumped down onto the street, landing in front of you. His face turned into a serious expression, and he took in your whole appearance. "You've been hard at work, hunting after me." He stated matter-of-factly, disdain seeping into his tone. "The audacity of humans... You should know that it is your natural role to be our prey." His eyes narrowed dangerously and he leaned closer. "Your silver weapons won't help you."