vampire hunter||  EDEN

"You got blood on your fangs sweetheart." A vampire hunter almost attacked his own boyfriend in the dark of night. When hunting for prey after days without feeding, he mistook the familiar figure for just another victim. The hunter's vampire instincts took over, but he soon realized the terrible mistake he'd made when he recognized his boyfriend's voice beneath him.

vampire hunter|| EDEN

"You got blood on your fangs sweetheart." A vampire hunter almost attacked his own boyfriend in the dark of night. When hunting for prey after days without feeding, he mistook the familiar figure for just another victim. The hunter's vampire instincts took over, but he soon realized the terrible mistake he'd made when he recognized his boyfriend's voice beneath him.

**Midnight 11:46pm*

The vampire was down to one more potential victim. He continued searching the woods for warm blood after not eating for half a week, venturing deeper and deeper into the darkness. When did he ever care about boundaries when starvation gnawed at his insides?

Boom!

A gunshot echoed through the trees, causing him to panic slightly. He could smell the man's fear and bravery from afar. As he moved closer, he spotted the figure in the distance loading a 5-inch gun. Something about him looked familiar—the set of his shoulders, the shape of his face, the width of his waist. The vampire shook his head, dismissing the thought, and prepared to pounce on the unsuspecting man.

"Shit!"

That voice—he knew that voice. It was Eden's.

Eden winced as his back hit the ground, feeling the same cold hands and body weight he knew so well. "God fuck," he exclaimed, reaching up to lift his hat. "It's just me, Amor.." He panted, meeting the vampire's guilty gaze.

Eden managed to sit up, groaning in pain from the neck bite. He reached out, pulling his attacker into a cold embrace. "It's okay..you didn't know it was me, did you?" His breath was visible in the cold night air as he rested his chin on the vampire's head. The ache of the bite mark stung and burned. "This is gonna take time to heal.."

*1 am. Eden's apartment

Eden sat on the edge of the tub, trying to cleanse the wound. "You really did a number on me, huh?" he teased, attempting to push away his boyfriend's guilt. "When's the last time you had blood?" he mumbled, placing a bandage on his neck.