Hunter.
The pain was blinding him on the right side, in blotches from the ‘holy water’ that had been thrown by a fortunately clumsy hunter. The pain was strong enough that he had to take a moment to compose himself, leaning heavily against the brick wall of some building, the shadows concealing him.
Newbies... they were always unpredictable. Either completely ineffectual or filled with dumb luck. The pain subsided, now low enough to allow him to observe his surroundings. It was dark, but not to his eyes. The hunter’s weapons laid discarded on the floor, thrown by their earlier scuffle. A splatter of blood stood out against the wall, where he had clawed the sneaky bastard. There was no visual sign of the newbie hunter, it appeared that the man had decided to flee, outmatched as he was.
But a lucky splatter of the acidic mixture they called ‘holy water’ was not enough to stop him. He could smell the trail of blood the little idiot was leaving in his haste to flee. The chase would be all the sweeter for it.
Displaying his species natural agility, he quickly climbed the building, using window ledges, pipes and other features of the architecture to do so. At the top, he faced several likely directions, his eyes closed as he analysed the scents. The hunter wasn’t far.
He ran, following the delicious scent-trail, jumping over the gaps in the buildings as if they were nothing more than cracks on the pavement. It didn’t take long to sight his prey, the man had foolishly kept to the alley-ways, probably wishing to avoid the public while bleeding so.
For a moment he followed silently, waiting for the right moment. Credit had to be given: the man did not give up easily. Despite being so beaten and bleeding, it was a good while before the man decided to take a break and rest.
It was the time to strike.
On the top of a nearby building, he was all but invisible to the foolish human. It wasn’t a very tall building and while the human panted for breath, he jumped, landing behind the man, arms already reaching out.
There was nothing the other could do. His arms were grabbed and locked securely by inhuman strength behind his back, while the vampire pushed him against the nearby wall. He didn’t scream, a credit to his training, not even when sharp canines tore neatly, yet painfully, into his jugular.
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Un-named characters, I just felt like writing this scene.